"Party rock is in the house tonight…" The loud musical notes streamed through everyone's ears as they danced to the party song. Several bodies swayed on the dance floor, as the disco lights hit their silhouettes. The club members seemed to enjoy the night. Nobody cared about the time, as it was getting way too late, especially for people who had work the next day. However, the person who least cared about work tomorrow, swirled on the rotating chair in front of the bar, as he sipped onto his third drink of the night. Thankfully for him, a lot of people didn't know about him being the CEO of a well-known company in Japan, or else his reputation would have been completely destroyed.

His eyes dawdled through the crowd looking for a specific someone. He had lost sight of her after he finished his first drink.

"Ms. Amano, where are you?" Kyoya murmured, preparing to get another drink for himself.

After getting the last shot of the night, he stood up from his place and started looking for the brunette. Surprisingly, even after consuming four glasses of alcohol, he remembered what his secretary was wearing, so he started looking for dark green dresses.

Carefully pushing through the crowd, he advanced in search of his secretary.

Finally, he found her sitting on a large sofa all by herself, scrolling through her phone screen and giggling to herself.

"Ms. Amano…" Kyoya muttered as he literally threw his weight on the sofa.

"Sir!" Madoka shrieked. "Don't tell me you have been drinking tonight?"

"Should I get you a drink?" Kyoya smirked as he squirmed in closer towards Madoka.

"N-no, I already told you that I don't drink."

"Why not? You are old enough to drink."

"I have never had it before."

"There's always a first." Kyoya's smirk grew wider. Madoka started to feel uncomfortable with the ongoing conversation, and hesitated to answer all his questions.

"I think we should head back to the hotel now." She got up, obviously finding an excuse to get away from her drunk boss.

"Who were you talking to Ms. Amano?" Kyoya was in no mood to leave the club.

"Huh?" Madoka looked confused.

"You were smiling while eyeing your phone." Although he was drunk, but not enough to forget everything.

"Oh, it was Gingka. It was just a normal conversation."

"Are you sure, Ms. Amano?" Kyoya got up as well, and with every word he spoke, he got close to her, enough to make her feel uncomfortable.

"Y-yes sir." Madoka took a step back, and kept moving backwards until she bumped her back into the wall.

"Look, Ms. Amano, I don't want Gingka to take over you because you belong to me. I promise you to take good care of you." He held her face up from the chin and locked his lips against hers. Instead of kissing him back, Madoka retaliated and tried to pull herself away. This was too much for her to take in. However, Kyoya's grip was way too strong for her and she couldn't struggle any further to get away from it, and the alcohol was really getting to him. Bad. Slowly, Kyoya's hands lingered down to Madoka's waist, making its way further downwards. This time, Madoka sensed something was awfully wrong and she managed to push the older lad away.

"What are you doing?" She shouted, wiping off her lips with her sleeve.

"Ms. Amano, I want you."

…she would be delightfully enjoying if you treat her well.

Dynamis's words were all too well embedded in Kyoya's mind. He couldn't believe he said those words. Was it Dynamis's influence on him? Was he becoming more like what Dynamis had envisioned?

Kyoya's train of thoughts was interrupted by his phone ringing. He opened his eyes with a loud sigh. His heart pounding hard, his forehead and palms sweaty, and breath rate at its peak and the obvious adrenaline rush made him realize that this was just but a dream. Well it was not just a dream. He remembered the last part all too well. Before he could further think about the events from the dream, he checked his phone for who was calling.

Dynamis? The last person he was willing to talk to.

"What does he want now?" Kyoya grumbled to himself and switched off his phone, not answering the recipient's call.

He took a deep breath before coming back to the unpredicted dream. "What the heck was that?"

He tried his best to remove the unnecessary thoughts out of his head so he got up to take a shower. He felt that taking a shower would let him swoosh off all the committed sins.

"That filthy minded Dynamis has got me bad. Why did I even dream of going to a bar? I don't even drink." He cursed while shampooing his green hair.

After soothing himself with a long, hot shower, he wrapped the white towel around his neck and made his way outside the bathroom. Water droplets dripped from his hair, making the floor underneath slightly wet. He glanced at Madoka and smiled, watching her being fast asleep.

How can I even dream about harassing such a respectable woman?

"You better welcome me nicely." Madoka spoke through the phone, standing on her room's balcony, and staring at the view in front of her.

"You wish." Gingka joked.

"Gingka," Madoka pouted, "I hope your attitude will be a positive one this time."

"Oh you'll see." He giggled from the other end of the phone. "What time are you reaching?"

"6pm, today."

"So I'll see you then." Gingka held up the phone with that.

"Guess I'll never understand this redhead." She sighed to herself, letting the breeze hit her soft skin and sway her brown hair.

"Ms. Amano!" Kyoya barged into the room, immediately catching Madoka's attention.

"Is everything okay sir?" She looked concerned.

"I got two tickets for the sightseeing bus. Guess we should have some fun before we leave."

"Wow, that's amazing! I wasn't expecting any sort of fun on this trip, but I guess I was wrong." She appreciated the concerns and the hospitable nature of her boss.

"We leave in an hour. Be ready." He left Madoka's room, to let her get ready for the tour.

I have never seen him this happy before.

"This place is so beautiful." Madoka squealed, as the two enjoyed the views from the bus.

Kyoya subconsciously and secretly admired her features. He loved how the wind made her hair flow, complementing her facial features.

However, to his dismay, the sight of her always reminded him of Dynamis's uncalled for statements. He really wanted to punch the guy in the face for acting so annoyingly obnoxious.

Slowly, Kyoya's gaze lingered down to her lips, and all of a sudden he felt the urge to lock her lips with his. But luckily, he immediately emerged out of his lustful fantasies, and reminded himself to act composed.

Trying to divert his attention from what was going on in his head, he started a conversation, "As soon as we get back to work, I need you to schedule a meeting with Chris & Co."

"I'll surely do that sir, but let's enjoy this moment here." Madoka smiled at her boss.

Why does she have to be so pretty? It's so hard to resist.

Oh no.

A/N: Oh what a good time to write when my exams are starting in a week.

Keep a lookout for the next update everyone. x