Living in a viciously boring cycle of tips and refills, a young waitress finds herself being pulled headfirst into the world of sex, drugs, and rock & roll.
With an unexpected turn of events, Lyla embarks on a journey with the three handsome men fro...
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Waking up alone in the unfamiliar bedroom big enough to fit a small apartment, I wrap the white Egyptian cotton sheet around my shoulders and tip-toe across the hardwood floor. The sun shines brightly today with a golden hue through the sheer curtains slightly blowing from the breeze through the cracked window as the smell of the ocean nearby wafts through the room.
Opening up the door, I see that our clothes have been picked up off of the floor from last night and I begin my descent down the winding staircase with Taehyung's deep voice becoming louder as I make my way towards the bottom floor. It seems like he must be on the phone as the one-sided conversation continues so I do my best to keep myself quiet while I follow the sound to find the man whose arms I comfortably laid in all night.
"Yes, I sure did," I hear him say as my bare feet stride along the tiled floor, "he's a fucking asshole and didn't deserve to work with us after he pulled that shit."
The back of his messy bedhead hair and his shirtless back catch my attention as I round the corner into the luxury kitchen. I watch him as he places the palm of his hand on top of the island, making his muscles bulge. His sweatpants hang perfectly from his hips as he shifts his feet before speaking into his cellphone again.
"Yes, I know, Namjoon, but I really don't give a damn. I'm sure Jimin and Jungkook would have agreed with my decision to fire that producer. Hell, they would have done it, too, had they been there and heard everything I did. We can't keep someone like that around Lyla and I don't want someone like that around us." He sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose and stares up at the ceiling, still unaware that I'm standing underneath the arch of the doorway.
My grip around the sheet tightens as I patiently wait for him to be done with his call before approaching him. By the sound of the name, I know he's on the phone with his manager and they're obviously discussing the fact that he fired their producer last night. It doesn't seem like Namjoon is too thrilled with the news, although, by the little laugh Taehyung lets out, I don't think he's mad at him for making that decision either.
"Yeah, man, fuck him. Call up that one producer we all wanted that wasn't available at first. Yeah, that one. He'll be twenty-times better and more efficient anyway, I'm sure." Taehyung slightly turns as I can see a ghost of a smile on his face, confirming that the conversation isn't a bad one and he won't be left in a sour mood.
Turning a bit more, his head pops up as he notices me standing back and waiting for him to be done with work before approaching him. Lifting up his hand, he beckons me to come over to him with a crook of his finger and a small grin on his face.
My feet move towards him before I even commanded them to do so and soon I find myself being pulled into his frame as he leans back against the island. Poking out his lips, I give him a soft kiss while I hear Namjoon on the phone still going on with the conversation they were having.
"Hey man, I've gotta go. Can we finish discussing this when I get back in town?" He questions as his eyes dance across my face. "Alright, I'll talk to you soon." He makes sure the phone call is ended before placing it onto the marble countertop.
