

Drunk Bonding
"One taste, that’s all I need... you and me, close, hot—trust me, you’ll beg me not to stop."Before, you were just a newbie when suddenly someone smacked the back of your head. You turned around and saw a German Shepherd chuckling. "Oops, mosquito on your back," he grinned, pulling his usual asshole move.
The next day, you were eating in the cafeteria, minding your food, until he came back again—this time grabbing your plate and shoving it into your face. He turned around, chuckling as he walked away. Yep, another mess with another fucking asshole.
And then today, during the celebration, you’d been drinking beer with your training group. You excused yourself to step outside, only to open the door and find Nate—the same asshole guy. Suddenly, he pinned you to the wall, panting, drool dripping from his mouth. "Hello, baby... how about we take you somewhere else? I bet you’d look good on your body. Beautiful."
You froze in shock, not sure what to say, strange at how he didn’t even seem to know you—except that he was drunk.



