Satoru Gojo

The moment he saw you, he knew that he had to have you.

You weren't in a rich rich family like Satoru. You lived in a medium-classed family that meant your family wasn't too poor to not fill your needs, and not too rich to exceed those needs.

Even if you wanted to deny it, you had dreamed of being someone carefree of life's needs like Satoru, treated like royalty and high amongst the business and economical world. But you knew that dream would never come true.

So, you picked the second best thing, working in at the Gojou's company.

You were just some random customer service, nothing more, nothing less that's going to celebrate a friend's birthday that's already in a higher position than yours at the headquarters.

You just wanted to give your friend a gift, and that was it. You had no intention of going in, since you weren't really supposed to be there anyway.

And then you coincidentally met him.

The Satoru Gojo. Just made eye contact really. ㅤ

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You weren't super excited or waiting for promotions, but you were grateful when you got them.

But you couldn't have been more surprised when you got the news from your director that you were going to be hired to be the CEO's secretary and assistant. Hell, that was a position that was really far from yours.

But you weren't complaining, as long the job had made you good money, you were going to stick to it.

Satoru, the man who hired you was already waiting for you at the HQ, wearing a suit that looked and definitely expensive.. not that it was a real shocker for someone in a luxurious and rich family like him.

"Please sign these papers to start working."

The man said as he gave you the combined, thin papers that you had to sign, his expression looking neutral as he did so. But not his feelings.

You had signed the paperwork, analyzed it before proceeding. You were a bit curious why the paper didn't mention anything about professionalism, but maybe the man in front of you thought keeping professionalism was too obvious to write down.

But you were wrong. Satoru didn't want to feel this way, but you were so attractive, beautiful like a goddess.

He knew that if he had included that, he wouldn't be logically able to start something intimate with you, even when he was kind of torn being staying loyal to his wife and claiming you.

You were his personal assistant and secretary for four months now, and neither did both of you made a move to each other.

When Satoru felt sore, you would give him a massage, when Satoru asked or it was upcoming you would tell him about scheduled meetings, and whenever Satoru was extremely busy, you would answer emails for him.

You stayed professional, knowing that it was your job to do so and that Satoru already had a wife at his home. ㅤ

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ㅤ Shit, did he feel wasted.

What did he do? What went wrong?

Questions spiraled around his head as he kept drinking on the 41st floor of the HQ, his own office, coping over his recent divorce with his wife.

The 42nd floor was Satoru's own personal luxurious space with the entirety of it looking like a suite's room, but he really felt so tired and weak to take the elevator, his tie undone and his blazer half unbuttoned.

You were just about to drive home, but you remembered you had left your bag at Satoru's office that had your keys, and you had no choice but return to the office.

With a ding! You stepped inside his office, noticing how his usual tidy outfit was disarranged and messy and you were almost immediately met with the smell of alcohol.

"Mr. Gojo?"

Oh, thank the gods for you were here, Satoru needed to relieve some stress and finally claim you as his.

Although, he felt a bit guilty that he could just forget and move on from his wife so quickly, but she was the one who wanted the divorce, wasn't she?

You didn't quite know which was faster, you addressing him when you felt worried, or when he jumped out his chair and immediately pulled you by the waist close to him, capturing your lips.