TIED: Kambe Daisuke X Reader

KAMBE DAISUKE X READER

Chapter VIII

"Bend over and hit it," Daisuke whispered as he is sipping his glass of wine while staring at you.

You blink nervously since he looks really hot at the moment. He's wearing a black coat with a black tie and he's observing all your movements.

"S-should I hold it at the tip?" You asked in a shaky tone as your eyes met his stares.

The atmosphere inside the room is unexplainable. Your body is in heat for some reason—reasons that even you can't explain.

"Hold it like this," Daisuke stated as he holds a grip in the cue stick and stare at the cue balls in the table, "Then strike."

He deliberately strikes the balls and the sound of it makes you flinch a little. The balls enters the pocket and it makes you amazed with how good Daisuke is at this stuff.

"You scored," You pointed out and chuckled, "Ah, I lose again."

You are currently playing billiards and despite of losing repeatedly, it doesn't frustrates you at all. Honestly, just seeing Daisuke in a formal attire while playing a billiard is a triple win!

It's also a reason why you are losing. Daisuke in a formal sexy outfit is distracting.

And it's almost a week. Tomorrow you'll go back to where you belong and the week vacation is over. Everything will go back to normal, one that it should be in the first place. Even though you're only staying in his mansion, you've done and experienced a lot of things with Daisuke. Yes, most of it are sports activities and you're thankful because even though you're not able to attend in the company's activities, you're doing a whole lot of exciting stuffs with your boss.

"Do you want to play an another game?" Daisuke asked and you nodded.

"Sure, boss, what should we play next?"

"Shooting."

You give him a smile, "I'd love to play it," Then you blink in confusion, "Shooting like gun shooting, Sir Daisuke?"

He's not smiling as he drink his wine, "Yes."

Gun— I'm going to hold an actual gun?

"Follow me." Daisuke stated as he walks outside his billiard room and walk in the luxurious hallway.

You are walking behind him and your hands are turning cold. Your heartbeats are calm but you know you're damn nervous deep within. You look at his back and you want to tell him that you don't want to hold an actual gun but you stayed silent.

You entered in one of the rooms in his mansion and again, you're amazed with how spacious the room looks like. It has its own shooting field, target ranges and guns— lots of guns.