Han Si Woo, a badass billionaire, a ruthless leader of the most powerful mafia in Korea, is known for being a merciless killer that loves to see his enemies blood running down the streets.
The word 'No' is foreign to him as his power over others g...
Warm tears streaked down her face, her eyes urging him not to leave her. Those eyes evoked so many emotions inside him. She was holding on to him as if she would never let go. Her fiercely beating heart and tightly wrapped arms around him, begging him to protect her at all costs.
"Aera, let me take you to the bed," Namjoon said after she had calmed down. He loosened his hold on her before scooping her body into his arms. Namjoon brought her to the bed and laid her on the mattress. His shirt came off the next minute, and he slipped next to her, bringing the duvet to cover their bodies. With a low gasp that escaped from her lips, she bolted away from him.
"What are you doing?" she asked with a trembling voice.
"Aren't we going to...." he said, but she quickly cut his word off.
"No!" She pulled the blanket up, looking hesitantly at him with her doe eyes.
"Baby, it's not what you think. I just want to say that we should go to sleep," he explained and fluffed up the pillow under his head.
"But why did you take off your shirt?" Namjoon chuckled as he turned to his side to look at her.
"You know, I don't like to sleep with my shirt on, baby. Trust me, I will not do anything you don't like. You have my promise. Good night, baby," he genuinely smiled before he closed his eyes.
Aera sighed in relief yet regretted her sexual approach to him earlier.
"Good night," Aera closed her eyes and hoped that sleep would come soon.
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Not able to shut her mind up, she stole a glance at the man beside her. He was fast asleep as she could hear his little snores. Through the flickering lights from the candles, she studied his features properly. She could see the outline of his eyes and nose. Aera had to admit that this man was actually attractive. She noticed a few moles on his cheeks, jawline, and neck. The one that caught her attention was under his lips. Her eyes landed on his greedy lips, which were quick to throw filthy words at her, yet every time he sealed them on her lips they felt like a drug. Her mind was wondering how was his life really was. With his wealth and Adonis-like appearances, he should be every women's heartthrob.
Namjoon woke up to such blissful silence, with just her soft breathing against the crook of his neck. Her hands were wrapped around his waist, and her nose nuzzled his neck when he tried to move. The minute he saw her face, his heart quickened, and he stopped breathing. Her sleeping face had such innocence written all over it, so carefree. He kept staring at her, and if only he could stop the time now and here, he would do it with no regrets.
Namjoon did not want to miss a single moment of this closeness. From head to toe, everything about her was so precious. Her beauty, her energy, her essence, and even her sassiness. His smile was tinted with flushed cheeks when he recalled the moment he met her for the first time. Even though their first encounter was not what he would call a good start, he knew at that moment that this woman had the unbelievable power to steal his heart.
