TW: Sexual Content. So it's not Smut, but it's obvious what they're doing, I just didn't give any explicit details. It feels very... mature and somewhat classy? at least in comparison to whT I usually write. Idk, hope you like it anyway.

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I don't know what happened. I don't understand how we got where we are now.

At one point I was drinking my life away, the next I was yelling at Anakin and blaming him for just about everything wrong in my life. What happened with him was the first tip of the line of dominos. So in my rage, I got in his face and put it all on him.

So you would think the night would end much differently than how it was about to end now.

After my rant, he kissed me. He kissed me hard and aggressively and as surprised as I was, the only thing going through my head at the time was fuck it.

We were both drunk, we were both lonely, we were both horny, so seriously—fuck it.

That leads us to here, in the elevator with our hands all over each other. He had me pushed against wall as he kissed my neck and down towards my chest. I tangled my fingers through his hair, a breathy moan of pleasure escaping my lips, "Should we really be doing this, we had a lot to—"

"Just shut the hell up for once," He slammed his lips to mine, silencing me.

The doors to the elevator opened on our floor. Anakin grabbed me by my arm and pulled me down the hallway towards his room. The second we got to his door, I was against it. He raised my leg high and pushed himself against me. His fingertips tightly holding my thigh as he ravished every bit of skin that was visible. Makes me wonder how long it's been for him by how starved he seemed to be.

"Open the door," I demanded.

The door was opened in less than a second, then it was slammed closed behind us. We hardly broke our kiss as we lead each other towards the bed, "Take this off," He ripped my clothes off and pushed me onto the bed. He never broke eye contact with me as he removed his belt. I watched him unbutton his shirt and toss it to the floor.

I was waiting for the moment where I slapped myself out of this lunacy and bolt out of the room. This was crazy, I knew this was crazy. Not only was he my boss, but we loathed each other. This shouldn't be happening. But that moment of clarity never came, only lust was in my heart and it was burning brighter with every passing second.

He got on top of me, he kissed me, he touched me, he lit every nerve of my body on fire. Kisses trailed from my neck down, there wasn't a single part of myself he didn't love with his lips and tongue. The pleasure of his movements was undeniable and unlike anything I have ever experienced before. It was exhilarating, it was tense, it was intoxicating, it was toe-curling.

The last thing of the night I remember besides his sweaty body rubbing against mine was me screaming and him moaning my name.

Anyone who has ever experienced a hangover can vouch for me when I say it is one of the worst experiences possible. When I woke up my head was pounding and my stomach was doing somersaults.

I groaned as I turned over in my bed to shield my face from the sunlight peering in through the cracks in the curtains. When I turned, I felt something next to me and slowly opened my eyes. Once I realized who I was next to, my eyes widened significantly.

We didn't.

The memories of last night came flooding in now that I was fully waking up.

We did.

I quickly sat up in the bed causing the blanket to lower and I had to pull it up to cover my naked body, "Oh shit," I whispered, looking around the room for where my clothes landed last night, "Oh shit, oh my god." I was in utter disbelief. I could barely wrap my head around what we did, twice.

I looked at him once more to see that he was still asleep. He was facing me and he had an arm that was draped over me. I slowly removed it before wiggling myself out of the bed as quietly as I could. Doing all of this with a hangover was not fun, I felt like I was going to throw up at any given moment.

I collected my clothes from the floor and got dressed. Right now was easy, he was sleeping. But what the hell was I going to do when I had to face him later for the meeting? I'm running now, but I can't run later.

I tiptoed towards the door as discreetly as I could, "(Y/n)." He spoke and I froze. There goes my idea of pushing off an interaction with him as long as possible.

Slowly I faced him, he stared at me without speaking at first with those very eyes that gazed into my soul last night, "Goodmorning." Was all I could think of to say. I hated how it sounded too, it was squeaky, my voice isn't squeaky.

I should just dig myself into a hole and never come out of it.

"Goodmorning?" He raised a brow as he laid on his back, his arms resting behind his head, "Are we not going to talk about what we did last night?"

I exhaled heavily, hoping the release would calm my nerves. It didn't. "We both had too much to drink and things got out of hand, there's nothing else to talk about."

He tilted his head, his eyes looking me over, "It was fun, but for the sake of our company and jobs, let's keep it as a one time accident." Accident is an understatement. I would go with a travesty, or an abomination.

"I couldn't agree more, I'll see you at noon." I tried to leave but he stopped me yet again.

"So you agree you had fun?" I wasn't facing him, but I could hear the smile in his voice.

I sighed, still not looking at him. Looking him in the eyes was hard because now all I see when I do is him on top of me. Even his voice was hard to listen to now that I remember every vile thing he whispered into my ear, "It was, and truth be told I needed it. But as you said, it can never happen again, and I would appreciate it if we never speak of it again either."

"Yes ma'am."

I passed his mini bar on the way out and took notice to a few of the small bottles, empty. He was already buzzed when he met me down there, no wonder he got drunk as fast as he did.

Reminder to myself, never drink around him again.

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The car ride to our meeting was agonizing.

We hardly spoke to each other, our eyes remained staring out each of our own windows. The Uber driver was friendly and tried talking to us, but soon gave up when our responses were vague and he likely began to realize the tension between us was awkward.

Poor guy.

"A coffee shop?" I asked when we pulled up to a little cafe. Typically when we're trying to get an author on our side we wine and dine them. We get reservations at exclusive restaurants, give them no restrictions on what to order. It's all about impressing them and getting them to like us and see what royalties we have to offer.

Anakin thanked the man as we got out of the car, "I offered her one of the best restaurants in the city, but she insisted on meeting here."

Whatever the client wants, the client gets.

He opened the door for me and almost immediately I understood why she wanted to be here of all places. Sure it wasn't anything exclusive or extravagant, but it was charming. Fake—possibly real, vines were lined against the wall, multiple plants were hung around and in the corners of the room. Small lights illuminated against the leaves and the best part were the cages that were placed at different points in the cafe. They held small birds that sang with each other. Plus the smell, the smell was amazing. It was fresh but also had a hint of coffee beans.

"What does she look like?" Anakin mumbled close to my ear. I shivered, the goosebumps reminded me of his fingertips. I've never been one to have a one night stand so I have no idea how to think or act right now.

I stepped away from him, "Did you not look her up on social media or ask her for a description of herself so we know who we're meeting?" I asked, meeting his eyes for the first time since I left his room.

He slowly shook his head, "Should I have?"

I face-palmed, "Jesus," I took a moment to collect my thoughts before gazing around the room. Most people were here in groups or with the company of a friend or significant other. So I was looking for a woman, alone, and to my luck there was only one in the far corner of the cafe with a laptop in-front of her. That had to be her, "Over there." 

I made my way to the table and stopped just as I reached it. The brown-eyed girl glanced up and smiled, "You two must be from Skywalker publications," She stood up and held her hand out to me, "I'm Destiny, it's nice to meet you." She shook my hand, then Anakin's.

"(Y/n)."

"Anakin Skywalker."

"Ah the editor-in-chief himself, I must be special." She sat back down and gestured for us to sit in the two empty chairs across from her, "It was you who I spoke with on the phone?"

He nodded, adjusting the chair so he wasn't as close to me as he was originally, "Yes, and I wanted to thank you for taking the time out of your day to meet with us."

"I figured it was fair to hear you two out before making any final decisions. This book is my baby after all and I want to make sure it goes to the right place." She closed her laptop and rested her arms on top of it, "So, why should I give you Verboten?"

Anakin looked nervous and I was worried he wasn't going to get the words out. So I decided to speak first, "For starters, your story telling skills are enthralling. I fell in love with your book within the first chapter which is very rare in my line of work. You know how to captivate your readers, you know how to keep them happy, you know what they want and you give it to them. It's admirable." I praised her, and it wasn't just to get this deal, I really believed everything I was saying.

"Most authors stick to what they want and in the end it can flop, because the true art of story telling is appealing to the audience," Anakin added, "I hope you're proud of this book."

She smiled, wide, "I am. I mean I was a little uncertain about it at first. I thought to myself, who would want to read a book about a psychiatrist falling madly in love with her patient and running away with him to join his dark life? It sounded silly and I almost tossed the book about a thousand times, hating everything that came onto the pages because I never thought I would actually get anywhere with it."

"A lot of people are going to want to read it, trust me. Which is why I think you should consider Skywalker publications. We can get this book out and known, and if we're lucky; a movie." He no longer needed me, he was killing it on his own.

She looked intrigued, her eyes shifting between us both, "You really think my book is good enough to have it's own movie?"

"Yes," We said simultaneously, "We can't promise that, but we can at least promise we'll push it in that direction." I clarified.

She leaned back in her chair and tapped her fingers on her laptop case, "Alright, let's talk numbers. I have an offer already as you already know. So what do you have to offer?"

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