After years of bouncing around from casino to casino as a poker host, you finally found one that you believed you could spend the rest of your career at, thanks to them, your guys.
Six of the best men you could imagine, each one of them with their o...
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So my five days at work came and went, and now it's Christmas morning which means I'm busy in the kitchen preparing three extra large desserts for the guys as punishment for skipping out on them whilst I wait for Jimin to come and pick me up. What is it with these men and punishments?
I'm just glad they believed me when I said I had decided to go home for the holidays. Apart from Tae. He saw right through me and forced me to spill the beans. But that also meant it was easy to ask him to take Cleo for the couple of days that we would be gone so it turned out okay.
Of course he said yes. I mean come on, this is Tae we're talking about. Any excuse to tell people he has some pussy staying in his house.
Grabbing the cream cheese from the refrigerator, I take a quick peek at the apple pie in the oven, smiling to myself as I see it slowly starting to become a beautiful golden brown.
Standing over my biscuit base for my cheesecake, I quickly whip up the cream cheese with some powdered sugar and fresh vanilla just in time to hear my front door opening, turning to see Jimin walking in the kitchen with Cleo in her basket.
"Smells fucking incredible in here baby." He smiles, placing the cat basket on the floor before leaning over the counter and giving me a kiss. "Merry Christmas beautiful." He whispers against my lips, before pulling back and taking a seat on the barstool opposite me.
"Merry Christmas to you too mr Park." I smile back, continuing to mix the cream cheese until it's perfectly whipped.
"Need any help?" He asks, looking around at the devastation I've made of the kitchen.
"Actually yeah." I nod. "Can you grab the tiramisu and the black forest gateau out of the fridge and put them in the cake carriers for me? They're over there." I tell him, pointing to the counter with the boxes on.
"You made all of this for the guys?" He asks as he opens the fridge to grab the cakes.
"Not all. The gateau is coming with us." I grin, watching his eyes light up as he looks at it.
"You've out done yourself beautiful." He says, placing the cakes beside the boxes before putting them inside and sealing the lid. "Seeing you being so domesticated is giving me major wifey vibes."
"But yet you can't even make me your girlfriend." I mutter to myself as I pour the cream cheese mixture onto the biscuit base before smoothing it out perfectly. "This one's ready." I tell him, handing it to him over the counter just in time for the timer on the oven to go off signalling that the last of my creations is ready.
"Really Jimin? Your Bentley?" I laugh as we step outside with our hands full of cakes, a cat and my luggage.
"Just want to show them what my 'lifestyle' can lead to." He grins as he opens the trunk to put my luggage inside.
