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Your fingers type out your resignation letter with your eyes trained on it, when your assistant arrives with someone who you'd hate to deal with, ❝Y/N, Mr.Lee is here to see you❞ you audibly scoff, rolling your eyes, ❝Tell him to come in and you can leave, Yeon. Ask my driver to drop you home❞

The door clicks open, and Ten walks in with his black hair messy, wet and his white shirt clinging onto his skin, ❝Ever heard of welcoming guests, Y/N?❞ you shouldn't notice the way, he pulls of the cloth sticking to his skin or the tattoos visible through his shirt. You shouldn't notice the way he smiles, his iconic annoyingly beautiful smile which irritates you to the core. You shouldn't notice water droplets trickling down his Adam's apple and fading into his wet, transparent shirt, but you do, it's very much clear to your eyes, and you internally cuss yourself for it, before hissing out a reply, ❝What even made you think that I'll consider you as a guest?❞ you slam the files shut that are open around you and minimize the your mail.

The rain must have been heavy, you think to yourself. If not, Ten would never come to your mansion willingly, since you hated him with a burning passion and you have your reasons. He's your boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend. Things didn't work out when both of you had to compete for the CEO position of Lush Fashion house. It was battle for power that crumbled your relationship, causing the break up. Harsh words had enough damage to both of you. Both of your families weren't aware of it, and you wanted to keep like that, acting like you are so in love (you are actually but so blinded by power to admit it) for their peace of mind, but all that happened didn't mean you didn't love him. You did, you do and you always will but it's just not meant to be, it's not happily ever after, and you hated that.

Your socks clad feet curls up, when they touch the freezing cold floor, making you curse. Ten chuckles, as he follows you out of your built-in office, ❝Come on, Y/N. We are co-CEOs and we share a very special bond❞ he licks his lips, not hiding the fact he's staring at your exposed legs. You could feel his eyes on you, and even his hand, when he grabs you by your waist. You try not to melt, under his touches but it's hard, too hard to resist him when you love him yet hate him.

❝Stop with your bullshit, Lee. That was a one time thing❞ you push him away, hissing at him again, ❝But it wasn't one time, kitten❞ he whispers, arms curling around you again, cold fingers settling under your beige shirt. You flick his forehead, and shoving him away from you, ❝It should have been! So the second time is a mistake so is the third, fourth and every single time❞ you laugh coldly, pulling out a pair of his sweatpants and your oversized black shirt. You throw the towel at him, placing the clothes in your bed and you walk out, trying to ignore him, as he strips off his shirt.

You go back to your office, falling into your soft blankets piled up in your spare bed. You can hear soft steps entering the room, you scowl, not bothering to look at his irritatingly handsome face. For a minute or so, the room is quiet, and you get chills when he starts speaking in his sultry voice, ❝If us fucking was a mistake, I'd do it again and again❞ you roll onto your back, shivering either from the coldness of the rain or his way with words. He joins you, without even bothering to ask because he knows that you'd give in. You're weak for him, like that. He knows the right switches to flick on and he does it all the time. He curls against you, his bare torso rubs against you back and arms circle around you, ❝Put on fucking shirt, Lee❞ you weakly hiss, masking your gasp, and squirming out of his arms, but you can't and you didn't want to when he's too comfortable, to snuggle in, to bury your face into his chest like you always loved. You're letting him in, letting to be on control, submitting to him, and you know that he knows with the way he grin mischievously, ❝Why kitten? Do I still affect you? Thought you hated me. Thought you'd never let me touch you after we broke up❞ his silky smooth voice is teasing, as his fingers toy with the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath caressing your burning skin.