Having gone on a successful date with the man, Sofia was more than eager to bring him back home and see what talents he had besides pretending to be a big shot over expensive post-dinner whiskeys and an apparent knowledge in Cuban cigars. He wasn’t exactly the most thrilling of people to sit opposite over a dinner table, but the jawline and deep brown eyes were too much to not just try and obtain.

Opening the door of her apartment, she led the man into the living room, practically throwing herself on him as she kissed him passionately, her hand already trailing down his front before taking his hand and walking them both to the bedroom.

Her brows furrowed in confusion when she saw the light on through the gap of the door, though too preoccupied with the hands groping at her ass to really care. That was until she swung the door open and saw a familiar face.

“God, Will! What the fuck?”