Jimin couldn't help but be captivated by the sight, his gaze lingering on her sensual legs, still bearing faint purple imprints on the inner thighs.
The marks he had left just a week ago. He gulped, recalling the sensation of worshiping her satiny s...
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—Chapter One— Still a fucking possessive ass.
The fancy ballroom was buzzing with chatter from all the rich folks, their conversations a mix of low whispers and social maneuvering.
But in the crowd, one girl was hard to miss—her anger was practically radiating off her like a wildfire. She was seriously ticked off, and nobody knew why.
"Don't even fucking look at him!" she growled under her breath, taking a sharp breath in.
"Just pretend he's not here!" she added, as if trying to wish him away with her thoughts.
But there he was, standing right in front of her, looking like he just walked off a magazine cover.
"Fuck the grace!" she cursed, sneaking a glance at him. He was sipping champagne like it was the most natural thing in the world.
What really got under her skin was how he was flirting with some other girl. There were way too many giggles and way too much flirting happening right in her face. She couldn't stand it—hated that he had the nerve to be in the same room as her. He was infuriating, a total jerk.
He needed to get a wake-up call.
"Asshole!" she muttered, her frustration bubbling over.
Without thinking twice, she marched straight toward him. Her assistant was freaking out, calling after her, but she didn't care. Nothing was going to stop her from reaching him.
When she finally stood right in front of him, he was still lost in his pointless chat. She tapped his shoulder, and as he turned around, she didn't waste a second. She snatched the champagne glass right out of his hand and drenched his handsome face with it, totally ruining his cool vibe.
—8 Hours Ago—
"Ugh! Seriously, Y/N, can't you get it?" the manager groaned, clearly at his wit's end.
They were at the agency office, with Y/N being her usual laid-back self while her manager was completely losing it.
She found it hilarious how her assistant and manager always freaked out during lunch, and today was no different.
"You have to go to this party tonight! It's super important for the company, and you're acting like you're just trying to annoy the CEO."
"Come on! You're the face of our company, and the media goes nuts even if you just walk by. Having you there would be a huge boost for us!" he pleaded, practically begging.
Y/N was lounging back, legs crossed and casually filing her nails. She just rolled her eyes at his frantic speech; it was all just background noise that made her ears hurt. Same old story, day in and day out.
