MY CEO | RYEJI

2.

The next week passes slow for Yeji and Ryujin alike. Ryujin is in Paris on business, and Yeji is back in her shoebox, painting with her new muse on her mind. The first thing she paints is Ryujin, relaxed on her plush giant bed, naked and fully erect, eyes burning through the canvas. They talk often in between business meetings.

Ryujin offers to fly Yeji out on her private jet, tells her she can get them front row tickets to any ballet she likes, says she can cancel her meetings and they can explore the city together, but Yeji turns her down. She wants to play hard to get, even though this woman was balls deep inside of her not three days ago. She sends pictures and video of herself in her lingerie pleasuring herself often. This leads to a seething Ryujin calling her to detail her a list of punishments, and it seemingly contains the contents of a whole hardware store. Yeji can hear her pumping at her cock through the phone, and they both end up coming to each other's breathy moans and dirty talk.

When Ryujin's plane touches down, she's driven immediately to Yeji's apartment. She's there waiting for her, in a revealing dark blue dress and black Louboutin's that were sent to her with a ludicrously expensive bouquet of flowers, a signed note attached that smelled like Ryujin's cologne.

Ryujin herself hops out to open the door for her, the kind of chivalrous move reserved for select few. It's an Armani suit this time, tailored and clean. It's a navy blue to match Yeji's, but she's wearing it with a style all her own, tie done up with a knot Yeji's never seen.

Ryujin gives her a long kiss, and Yeji melts into it.

"I missed you." she says, hand coming up to caress her cheek.

"I missed you, too."

Ryujin smiles and pulls out a box from beside her. She hands it to Yeji with an almost bashful look.

"I know you said you didn't want any souvenirs, but I saw this in a window display and couldn't help myself. It looks like it was made for you."

Yeji opens the box and lights up. It's a tasteful and elegant diamond necklace with matching earrings. She thinks it probably cost over a hundred thousand dollars.

"Ryujin..." she trails off. She's quieted with a lingering kiss and a firm hand on her thigh.

"Don't worry about it, Yeji. I wanted to do this, I promise."

Yeji nods and turns around. Ryujin pushes her hair to one side and fastens the necklace on then replaces her earrings. Yeji turns back to face her, and Ryujin is smiling so wide that it sets butterflies aflutter in the brunette's stomach.

"A vision of beauty, perfection."

"Thank you, babe," Yeji gives her a kiss on the cheek.

"Of course." The raven-haired smiled.

The driver pulls to a stop in front of a restaurant that Yeji has seen in lists of Michelin top rated places in Seoul. Again, Ryujin hops out to help her out of the limo and guides her with a hand of the small of her back.