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Kuroo stares at her intensely, eyeing her up and down as he examined her body.
"Zero chance", y/n said hissing at him, clenching her fist. "Take the five billion. If you don't want that, there's no chance I'm selling my body for asses like you."
"Thats where you're wrong, princess", he smirked, bending his figure to bring his face down to her.
He placed his glass down on the table and gazed into y/n's eyes. Cupping her chin, he made her face directly at him. Y/n pulled away and got up from her seat. Kuroo stood up straight, watching y/n walk to the doorway.
"Stop", he said, his tone much sterner than before.
Y/n came to a stop and turned her head around.
"Then accept my deal. Now or never Kuroo. I'm not playing around with you."
He chuckled and walked towards her. Standing inches away from her, he towered over her as he looked down. Y/n grabbed his tie and pulled it down, their faces on the same level. He smirked slightly, amused by her fierceness.
"Trying to intimidate me Kuroo? Quite pathetic. I can't believe Oikawa even sent me to you", y/n scoffed.
Kuroo lost his composure and slammed her up against the wall behind her. Y/n's head came into contact with it harshly, causing her to wince.
"Don't fucking bluff with me. You're not leaving until you get my help and you know it. You know how much Oikawa is relying on you in this. If you want you're little friends back, then I'm your key to it", he said in a low voice, his warm breath fanning her face. "So fucking behave and watch yourself unless you want Oikawa to receive his girlfriend dead."
Y/n wiggled around trying to escape his grasp but his grip was too tight around her arms. His nails dig into her skin causing blood to appear. He got off her and fixed his blazer, regaining his composure. Clearing his throat, he walked back to his desk, sitting down on the chair. He patted on his leg, motioning y/n to come. She sighed. Fuck you Kuroo. I'm doing this for Oikawa's sake. Coming closer to him, she held her breath.
"Sit."
Y/n obeyed and sat directly onto his lap, refusing eye contact. He trailed his hands along her body and stopped at her hips. Holding it tightly, he breathed in her scent and licked the back of her ear before whispering into her ear.
