"Love's a game, wanna play?"
Saturday, the long awaited weekend which everyone works hard for throughout the week to rest peacefully. Your plans for this weekend are quite similar with your friends. They are to have a wonderful date night with your busy boyfriend, and sleep the next day because you are sure there is no way he isn't marking you as his own when you have dressed yourself so prettily for him.
As the evening rolls by, you prepare yourself for the night by going through your closet a hundred times and checking for the nth time if your outfit is missing anything. You start dressing up for the night when the clock in your living room strikes 7. Prettying yourself takes you 2 hours, from perfecting your eyeliner to straightening your hair and many other things. After being done with prepping yourself, you finally slip into your pretty black dress. It flows down, stopping at your angles. The sleeves of the dress are stitched out of lace which decorates your chest and waist as well, while the satin fabric covers the skin down your hips. Slipping into your red bottoms, you click a quick picture standing in front of the closet mirror as you hurry out.
You are to meet your sweet boyfriend in the restaurant above his office, but knowing him pretty well, you decide to drop by his place on your way to the diner. His driver picks you up from your apartment and drops you off in front of his building. It is surely enormous. The black stained-glass of the skyscraper rising high into the clouds.
You tear your gaze off the exterior of the building and walk in, heading straight for the lift. You share it with a bunch of people who are dressed in work clothes, and you give them a sweet smile as they walk into the elevator. Clicking on the button numbered 42, you stand in the corner and turn away from the people to avoid any conversation, as you dearly hate small talk.
When the elevator bell rings, you walk out of it and head straight towards your boyfriend's office. Looking around his space, you don't spot many people but a few employees and even his assistant's chair is empty. Pushing the giant door of his cabin, you step foot in his space and spot him sitting on the couch in his work clothes as he discusses some stuff with his secretary, who obediently nods at his every word. You cannot help but stare at the white shirt showing off his muscles, and the loose tie just made your stomach heat up.
"Y/n..." he whispers as his gaze upon the papers piled on the table in front of him shifts onto you. It takes him a while to realise you are standing in front of him, dressed in luxury. He smiles at you and then checks his wristwatch. "I thought I was terribly late, and you were here to lecture the fuck outta me." you chuckle at his sentence, shaking your head. "I decided that I should check, if my work-obsessed boyfriend is alive or not?" He giggles at your reply and pats the empty spot next to him.
You take a seat beside your boyfriend, your eyes landing on his secretary, who stands beside him with a black file in his hand. The boy's jet black hair falls on his face, covering his almond eyes. You lay your hand on mingi's thigh while your gaze still stays on the boy. Your fingers move closer to his groin, and your boyfriend grunts. "y/n!" he breathes heavily, glaring at your face, which has a cheesy smile plastered onto it. His secretary clears his throat when you kiss his cheek.
"You're done for the day, san." your boyfriend says coldly, his jaw tightening as he then glares at you. When his secretary exits the room, your boyfriend is quick to tighten his fingers around your jaw."I'm sure I've taught you manners, kitten." your cheeks are squished and oh lord, his huge hands are surely hurting your jaw.
"Sorry" you mumble through your partially open lips
"Well, if you really wanna be a brat, then let me decide if you deserve today's date." he says, losing his grip on your jaw, and you lay back on the couch, catching some breath. nooo, you waited a whole month for you two to be together cuz of his busy schedule and your impatient self had to just ruin everything.
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Fiksi Penggemarthis book contains fictional scenarious and alterante universes created by the author for entertainment purposes. there is no intent to harm the identities, cultures, careers used in the stories. presenting, a colleection of smuts, angst, fluffs, o...