Nope. Just go home.

You happily mowed down your meal until you were just chewing ice. When you got back, you went to Raiden’s autopilot and crashed into the kitchen.

“One of you— make me some tea! Before I chop one of you!” You sat on the dining table and covered your face. There was so much anger in you...why?

Your right hand brushed against your swollen eyes, which **** a long line of curses to leave your mouth instantly. “What did you do last night?!”

There are other thoughts following your initial line of thinking, but Qamar came into view, holding onto your phone and a cup of tea. She handed you the cup and then your phone. “I- I was studying,” she answers, thinking you just shouted at her specifically. “For my summer exams.”

You squint and glare at her for some reason. Despite the fear in her voice as she replied, it seemed to anger you more. You took a deep inhale, cooling yourself before you spoke. “No. I’m...that wasn’t meant for you. Sorry about that.” There no way you were going to tell her that you weren’t actually Raiden. You stared into the liquid of the cup and sighed. You didn’t even want this tea…

Qamar’s soft brown eyes stared at you as you brought the cup to your lips and sipped. It was green tea. It made your mind spin with nostalgia. Memories of your childhood flashed with every intake. Well, Raiden’s childhood. The backcountry of Japan and school uniforms. Karate training and illegal trades. Then a very long plane ride then Klaus- Holy shit! That’s you! Nice!!

To say the least, it was weird seeing everyone’s memories come flooding back so suddenly. You look at Qamar and tilt your head somewhat. “Good job. It tastes great.”

She tries to fight a smile but fails. “Thank you.” She then goes back to the kitchen.

You filter through your emails on your phone but find most of them are just spam. You are alone for a few minutes, but Qamar returns with an icepack, interrupting your app browsing. You look at the icepack and then at her. “Oh, Um...thanks?”

As soon as you press the bag against your eye, you swear you could hear a hiss of steam leave you. “Oh, that feels great. I should have done this sooner.”

Qamar watched you as you sighed and leaned into your chair. You put the phone down and relaxed - the tension from the last couple of hours melts from you. Your eyes meet hers. “What do you want?”

She fumbles with her words at first and adverts her eyes someplace else. Under normal circumstances, you suppose you wouldn’t have minded this, but Raiden’s anger, once again, takes the wheel. “Talk like a normal person!”

“IjustwantedknowifIamkeepingmyjobornot!” She rushed out.

You take the icepack away from your hand and stare at her. The look of disgust must’ve been intense because she took a few steps back and apologized with a deep bow. You felt like yelling at her for babbling like that, but instead, you grunted and put the pack back on your face. “Again.”

“I- I just wanted to know whether or not...I’m keeping the job after I, uhm, scratched your car last night.”

This fuckin’ bitch did what? You threw your hands out. “You fuckin’ scratched one of my cars? Oh, my FUCK. Which one?”

Her face became red with embarrassment. “I’m sorry! It was your GT.”

“My fucking GT?” Your voice faltered as a long groan followed. You pressed the icepack against your face and shuddered. You didn’t even know what to say. However, as you remained silent, you realized you didn’t care that much. Only Raiden cared. You take a deep breath and then nod. “You need this job or something?” You calmly ask.

Qamar nodded. Her brown hair was flowing as she did. Then she did something you didn’t expect. She lowered herself to her knees and crawled under the table. As she did this, you jolted from your chair and pushed away. “What are you doing?!”

She stared up at you, surprised by your actions. “I...I really need this job. This is what you had me do last time…?” She bashfully admits.

A few raw images of your cock in her mouth flashed in your mind. You started to grow a little hard. “I guess I did make you do that, didn’t I?”

“No one else pays as well as you do. And you offer outstanding healthcare along with an amazing home. I don’t want to work anywhere else.” She sits back. “What...what are you thinking right now?