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13 ~ Mia*

Mimi

"Calm down, Miss Choi, calm down. If you can't keep calm in this simple matter, how would you control other things?" He says calmly as I feel his palm rubbing on my back. He then hands me a glass of water and I gulp down the water in one go.

"Mr. Kim—” I pause and take a deep breath, “Hope you're just joking.” I say and see his left eye twitch a bit. He doesn’t reply as he observers my face and God knows what he has been thinking and what's cooking inside his brain.

“What insisted on you to think like that?” He asks and my jaw almost drops to the floor and I'm not bothering to pick it up. “It's your punishment for being late.” He says and my breath hitches. This guy can't be serious in no way. Why the fuck he's staring at me like that? As if he's staring right through my soul.

“Be yours for tonight.” I repeat his words but he doesn’t respond as he's busy staring at me, more likely gawking at me like a hawk. His stare is intense and it makes me feel something weird.

“For what, Mr. Kim? To warm your pizza all night? Because based on my research, you clearly don't know how to use microwave.” I say as I roll my eyes. Inside there's a tsunami overflowing while outside I'm trying to crack a joke to ease the situation. He raises a brow.

“Haha, funny, Miss Choi.” He says as he steps towards me and I automatically step behind while taking a gulp as I can fee the warmth of his body whereas he's not even wrapped up around me. “You know pretty well what I meant, Miss Choi—” He says, voice is deeper than the ocean, more huskier than usual and I gulp again.

“Sorry. Not interested.” I say as I turn around to leave but I feel his fingers wrap around my wrist as he spins me around and I land on his ches. His hard, rock, brick like chest and I feel thousands of butterflies begin to fly around the room and I badly want to shove them inside my tummy again.

“You sure, Miss Choi? That you don't want to be fucked by me?” He asks with his raspy voice and my eyes go ball for a moment, my heart is beating like a drum and I wonder if it can jump from my ribcage or not. Who doesn’t want him?

Damn, this man has the body like every boy dream and every woman would wish to see the first thing in the morning. Shirtless. How would he look shirtless? Cooking breakfast? I would drool. Literally. I wonder how he fucks, does he fuck hard? Or he's only into sweet sex?

By that calm amd rough look and underneath the mysterious aura, he doesn’t look like a man who would love something sweet. He's into hard fucking and so do I. I love it hard. Always. I wonder how he would fuck me—don't go there, Mimi.

“I can see the lust in your eyes, Miss Choi—” He suddenly says and I quickly detach my body from him. He chuckles. “You want to fuck me.” He adds and I suck a deep breath. Am I being wet? No, shit. This is getting intense and I should leave his cabin as soon as possible.

“I don't—I need to leave—” I say as I turn around again and walk ahead. Just when I'm about to step out of his room, he shuts the door right in front of me and I feel him hovering over my small body. I become breathless. My chest heaves up and down violently and I try to calm myself down. It’s not working but it's getting worse.

“Liar. You want me, Miss Choi—” He pause and within a snap of a moment, I feel his face right near my ear, making me almost freeze and my breath gets harsher than before. “Admit it.” He whisper as he presses his lips on my ear, making my whole world almost spin and I close my eyes, I can feel my legs giving up and I might collaps any time if he doesn’t stop right now.