Fifty Shades of Wang (Yibo x Zhan)

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Wang's POV:

I walk up to find him curiously investigating my red room. I lick my lips desire growing within me. He tried to open in and the disappointment is evident from his pouting lips. "Tsk tsk tsk, naughty naughty boy, aren't you?" He jumps startled by my presence. He's so cute... the things this man is doing to me should not be legal. My gosh... his wet hair look is everything. My heart races as I approach him not knowing if I'll be able to restrain myself from taking him in and showing him what he does to me. Damn... Baby steps! I begin to dry his hair avoiding his gaze because I don't know that I can restrain myself if they meet.

No matter how much I try to focus on his hair, his scent, his breath and the gaze I feel on me compel me to do otherwise and just like that, I'm trapped in his entrancing gaze. I bring the towel down revealing his smooth locks that are now more dry than not. My hand begins to stroke his hair at its own accord. Damn you hand!! His eyes lull from my actions, my gosh... is that his pleasure face? I exhale breathlessly as I tilt his head to force his gaze to mine, "You look perfect, Mr. Xiao." The words spill out before I can process them. Shit...

I hear him gasp as he licks his lips once more which compels me to lean in and bite his lower lip. His whimper pushes me over the edge and all I can do is grab hold of his hair firmly making him moan shrewdly allowing me access to his lips. As my lips glide over his, it's like a wave of pleasure begins to control how passionate our kiss becomes.

My heart feels like it's gonna explode, I can't do anything with him till he's signed the contract. That reminder brings me back to my senses compelling me to pull away abruptly making him whimper at the sudden interruption. My finger caresses his lips softly as I shush him, "Shhhhh. It's okay, baby boy. I just can't do more until you've signed the contract," I explain causing him to frown in confusion.

"C-contract?" He stutters compelling me to smile and softly pinch his nose before taking his hand in mine distracting him long enough to begin leading him down stairs, "What contract?"

"I will tell you more about it over breakfast, okay?" I turn forward and continue to lead him into the elevator. He's completely obedient, I love it. I want to reward him so bad. But now is not the time.

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Zhan's POV:

Oh my gosh!! What the hell was that?!? This is my big boss!! WTF AM I DOING?!? As our hands remain in each other through the elevator I look up at the buttons and notice that it says 27. Oh shit!!! The elevator ding goes off and I yank my hand out of his grip before rushing out ahead of him to the back of the cafe counter. I grab my work vest and pull it over my baby blue dress shirt followed by my apron and name tag. I smooth my hair back before putting my work cap on.

Phew! That was close. I take a deep breath before walking out beaming and saying, "Good morning, beautiful people!"

Liam and Dam look up to meet me with grins. Dam is doing grilling today while Liam is manning the register, "Morning, Zhan!" They greet in unison as I move to my drink making station. Before I receive my ticket, I catch his scent which compels me to look up and meet his piercing displeased gaze. I look down sheepishly and say, "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't want people to get the wrong idea..." I trail off.

"That you're mine?" He asks boldly which startles me as I glance at the others who seem unaware.

I turn back to him with pleading eyes, "Please... I don't want to be treated differently because of what's going on between us..." I trail off once more hoping he understands.

He frowns in confusion for a moment before asking, "How do I let others know that you're not open for business then?" He's dead serious as his arms are crossed over his chest.

I sigh defeatedly thinking he's right. But then I think, "Bracelet, necklace, ring..." after I say ring I regret it because he has a grin that could kill.

"So that's the stuff you like?" He teases making me wince as I look down to receive my first ticket.

"Please," I whine quietly, "Nothing showy," I plead with him.

"What's the point of having jewelry to mark you if it's not showy?" He uses his fingers to make air quotation marks for "showy".

I sigh desperately as I begin to steam the milk for the current order. I accidentally pull to high and the hot water and steam sprays at my hand. I shriek in pain dropping the now hot milk which I rush back from but some of it lands on my sleeve making me hiss in pain.

I hear responses of concern and shock as the metallic jug meets the ground several times before going still. I look down at the red mark on my hand and as I begin to undo my sleeve with my other hand to check my forearm injury, a pair of hands takes over causing everyone to gasp in shock.

"Let me see," he requests so gently, I just let him do as he pleases. As he pulls the sleeve up, it's evident that I have a 2nd degree burn. I hiss at the sight versus the pain looking away from it. He cups my cheek causing shrieks and gasps to breakout from the audience around us. My gaze meets his and there's nothing but concern in his eyes. "I'm taking you to see my doctor. Let's go," he leads me out with his hand on the small of my back completely ignoring the responses from the crowd.

Whispers like: "Isn't that Mr. Wang??" "Oh my gosh, is he gay?" "Disgusting!" "Awww so sweet." "Wow, that's an awesome boss right there." "Boss?? More like boyfriend."

Their comments circulate in my head over and over again as the elevator door closes. Tears begin to form in my eyes, the rage and embarrassment I feel is out of this world which doesn't help with my pain at all. I sob softly which alarms him, "Hey, hey, what's wrong? Does it hurt that much??"

He tries to soothe me but I physically push him away leaving him shocked. "I told you I didn't want people to treat me differently. Now they're judging you for how you responded and my coworkers will probably feel like they're walking on eggshells. I only asked for one thing!! Just one!!" I yell in rage. I notice that my words may have been a little harsher than I meant.

"Under normal circumstances, I would have never done that, but... you got hurt Zhan... what was I supposed to do?!? Just stand there and let other people touch what is mine?!?"

"I'm not a piece of meat that you can just claim!! What- because you're my boss you think you can get away with murder?!? It's not okay!! I prefer my peaceful life!! Please!! That is all I ask!"

He sighs frustratedly and I notice one of his eyes glossing over but he looks away before I can examine it any further. Was I too harsh? The elevator door dings open to reveal the urgent care center that's on the 15th floor. "Go," he says so firmly it scares me.

I don't hesitate to step out of the elevator. I turn to say something but he is looking away and the elevator doors begin to close shut. I exhale exasperatedly before my body reminds me why we're on this floor. I hiss in pain as I approach the reception desk and they check me in to get examined and treated. I sigh regretfully as I sit on one of the waiting benches. Why are you so dumb, Zhan?!? I can't believe you said that!! That's your boss of bosses first of all, but second of all... I- I don't know what we are yet... Like we kissed, but we were gonna talk over breakfast about the contract. What the hell does that even mean?!?! "Mr. Xiao?" I hear my name being called and I immediately stand and follow the nurse into a doc's room to get treated.

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