Dominantor's Property

8

TAEHYUNG

She turned around and smiled at me expectantly. Then she instantly blushed. Yeah, I had that effect on women. Nope, she didn’t look like a teenager in person, either. She look
ed closer to 25. Her pictures didn’t even do justice; she was fucking beautiful.

“Can I help you?” she beamed. She quickly moistened her full pink lips with the tip of her tongue and eyed me in a way that I liked. It wasn’t the look of a woman hunting man prey. This was shyness and anticipation. This was a girl feeling her body tingle at the idea that the guy in front of her could be remotely interested in her. Clearly she had no clue how beautiful she was. And obviously she liked what she saw when she looked at me.

“I hope so,” I smirked at her.

She climbed down and straightened her black tank top, pulling it down slightly to cover her midriff but resulting in revealing just the scalloped tops of the cups of a lace black bra and (probably unintentionally) giving me an even better view of her cleavage. Great rack. Full c-cup, maybe even a D.

“What do you recommend?”
She flushed even pinker and it was clear she’d seen where my eyes had landed, “Umm, we have ice cream, cold drinks. If you want something hot I can do coffee, hot chocolate, cappuccino…” she trailed off.

“Surprise me,” I told her.

She chewed her lip shyly, “Well, what do you like?”

“I see plenty that I like. What do you like?” I asked, widening my eyes at her and then trailed my gaze from her eyes to her mouth, down to her hips, and then back up. I did this slowly, being very obvious that I was checking her out.

“Hmm,” she smiled at me and eyed me up and down, too, showing me she liked what she saw, “Hungry or thirsty?”

Mmm. “Hungry,” I said.

“We don’t have much for food, really. Popcorn, nachos, ice cream?” she suggested.

“What flavor?” I asked her.

“There’s a list up there.” She motioned behind herself.

“What’s your favorite flavor?” I asked.

“Call me weird but I really just love plain old vanilla.” She shrugged.

I almost laughed at her. My face split into a grin. I bet she did. I bet vanilla was all she’d been exposed to so far.

“You are weird,” I said.

She wrinkled her nose up at me and fuck, but it was adorable.

“Vanilla when there are so many flavors to choose from?” I drummed my fingertips on the counter, staring into the ice cream freezer, “Bah, vanilla sounds like a good start,” I sat on a stool.

“That’s three bucks,” she’d said, holding it out to me.

I’d put a $20 in her hand, then grabbed her wrist for a second before she could turn to the cash register and told her to keep the change and then wiggled the tip of my tongue against the cherry and winked at her before letting go of her wrist. Then, I walked out.

I used the tip of my tongue to scoop the cherry into my mouth and dropped the cone in the trash bin outside the shop and glanced in the window. She was staring at me, mouth open. After a few flicks of the tongue behind my teeth, I pulled out the stem and showed her that it was now knotted and then put it between my teeth, winked and then I got into my car and drove directly to my father’s office, tonguing that stem while I drove.

I didn’t knock; I strolled right in, interrupting a phone call and ignoring the 4 other people sitting there with him at a conference table, one of them my brother.

Pop had looked up at me and put his hand over the mouthpiece of the phone.

“Minatozaki Sana? Make it happen,” I told him, dropping the knotted cherry stem into the trash can beside the table.

“On it,” he’d answered with a huge smile and then lifted his chin at Jimin, my brother. Jimin got up and cracked his knuckles, “Let’s go,” Jimin said to Namjoon, Jungkook, and Hoseok, who were all sitting there with him.

Later that night, Jimin called me and told me he’d visited with Minatozaki Yuki and told him the score. He walked in and told him Kim Sungho was calling in his debt. If he didn’t have cash on the spot, he was to hand over his daughter Sana, that Sana would be presented to Kim Taehyung as potential marriage material and that if marriage didn’t happen, she’d remain Kim property in order to clear his debt.

Minatozaki hadn’t even seemed all that surprised, according to Jimin Said he knew that my father wasn’t done with him yet and had a feeling this day would come. That my father had warned a few weeks prior that Sana might be the payback for what’d happened back in the day, whenever and whatever that was. Minatozaki had told my brother it was almost a relief that the day had come and that Tom had chosen to handle things this way because he’d been carrying around the worry for years. What the fuck? Piece of shit. Whatever the beef was between him and my Pop, he wasn’t even gonna try to barter or fight for his daughter? What a sorry excuse for a father, for a man.

Of course she was already mine in my head so there was nothing he could do even if he had the money to pay the debt but that the man wasn’t even trying? He’d get zero respect from me.

I didn’t know what the beef between Pop and Minatozaki was about as Pop was being tight-lipped but it had to be a pretty big beef for Pop to let a wound fester for years and then decide that the payment would come in the form of about 120 pounds of flesh.

For whatever the reason was, I’d be getting that flesh in my hands right after she graduated from high school. It was all arranged. Jimin would pick her up and deliver her to me.