𝗔𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | 𝗥𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘂 𝗛𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗶

eleven

R I Y A

I'm standing next to Rindou in the conference room, listening in on what Sir Kakucho is discussing. We've been here for about 30 minutes, coversing about the plan to assault the man named Benjamin, whose men blocked their drug deliveries and stole them, which cost millions of dollars.

Ran sits to my right, currently scrolling on his phone, not paying attention to the person in front of him. It's as if he already knows the plan and only attended the meeting because he had to.

I watched him from behind, watching some funny videos that made him snicker silently, not wanting to disrupt the meeting.

"Ran." Sir Kakucho called out, drawing everyone's attention to him.

Ran raised his head and returned his gaze. Sir Kakucho raised an eyebrow at him, prompting him to turn off his phone.

"Right. Sorry." He mumbled.

A hand grazed my thigh as their attention reverted to the issue. I look at Rindou, who has his gaze fixed on Sir Kakucho while squeezing my thighs. He patted his lap and turned his head to look at me.

My eyes dilated, which I hesitated and stayed behind him since his co-executives were here with us. Not until he yanked me hard on him, causing me to stumble on his lap.

Ran's attention was drawn to me, with a blank look on his face. I cleared my throat and averted my gaze, pretending to listen to Sir Kakucho despite Rindou's antics.

Rindou encircled me with his arms, drawing me close to his torso. I can feel his hot breath behind my ear, goosebumps erupting my body.

"You've been standing there for nearly an hour, are you alright? Does your feet hurt?" he asked.

"I'm fine, thank you." I replied.

I smiled at the thought of him being concerned since the last time we got home, I was limping from wearing stilettos.

He hummed and leaned against my head, inhaling the scent of my hair as he listened to Sir Kakucho, his fingers playing with the strands of my hair.

His free hand rubbed my thighs under the table, tracing his fingers on my skin. It went on like that until his hand reached higher on my skirt.

I squirm on his lap and pinched his hand, which elicited a soft chuckle from him.

"N-not here," I muttered.

He stubbornly inserts his hand inside my skirt and spread my legs open, rubbing his fingers against my clothed clit. I put my hand over my mouth to keep myself from exhaling a gasp.

He leaned in closer, gently brushing the shell of my outer ear with his lips. "Or what?"

"I'm- still on my period." I replied shortly

He roughly gripped my thigh and muttered "It's been 5 days, Riya. Stop fooling me around to excuse yourself. I know your period is already over after the third day of your menstruation."

"Besides, who are you to stop me? I've already told you that this pussy is mine, yeah?" He added

My eyes fluttered shut as his fingers curled against my underwear.