Months had passed since that first angry f**k on the office desk. Mia and Tyler still fought like cats and dogs at work. They argued in meetings, sent sarcastic emails, and made sure everyone knew they couldn’t stand each other. But the second they were alone, the hate turned into something hotter and more desperate.
One Saturday night the craving hit hard. Mia texted Tyler: “My apartment. Now. Bring that attitude.”
He arrived in under thirty minutes, still wearing the shirt from the office party they had both attended earlier. The moment the door closed behind him, they were on each other. No hello. No small talk. Tyler pushed Mia against the wall in the hallway and kissed her roughly, biting her lip while his hands yanked her dress up.
They f****d standing right there. Tyler lifted on
