Sneak peak -
Taehyung- we shouldn't be doing this ", I protest under my breath. "You didn't answer my question-", he clasped my chin between his fingers. He was dangerously close- inches apart. "Do you want me?".
Summary-
Anastasia Rosalie Cora is...
"Brianna-", taehyung greeted while driving out of the car lot. "Mr kim-", her voice echoed in the silent car. "Could you please pull out ,Ms Cora's documents. I need to know if she has her boyfriend listed under emergency contact ", he had recalled their little quarrel and was not going to let Anthony get away with pushing her and calling her a worthless bitch.
"Give me a minute Mr kim", she said from the other end of the call. Bri worked weekends. Taehyung stopped at the red robot, waiting for Brianna to hurry up. "Yes Mr kim , his name is Anthony Lee Smith". Taehyung scoffed at his name , "Work details ? Contact number?", he questioned and she hummed. "He's a mechanic , I'm guessing. The place is called, Tint It. I've seen it before", she went on. Taehyung knew exactly what she was speaking about. It was a car store.
"Thank you Brianna ", with that he hung up.
One thing he was sure about- Anastasia was not a fucking bitch.
•• Tint It
Anthony worked engine's. He had a long night and a fucked up morning. Anastasia was the only thing that played on his mind since he left her apartment...after she kicked him out. They had been together for years. He loved her . But at this point, he regretted pursuing a relationship with someone who's family had a reputation for cheating and marrying divorced men.
Removing his greased gloves , he tossed it into a basket , moving onto the next car in their workshop which needed to be repaired. "You look so out of it -", one of his coworkers said with a laugh. "Got wasted last night?" , he asked . Anthony simply shook his head and went on to the next car.
"Mr kim? Do you need your car repaired?".
The mention of Mr kim made Anthony furrow his brows. His eyes on taehyung who was walking straight to where he stood. "What the fuck are you doing here?", he barked but was cut off by taehyungs fist , punching him right in his nose. Anthony shrieked, stumbling against the car. "What the fuck!", he touched his bleeding nose and glared at taehyung who was frowning.
"Guys-", the others tried to intervene but taehyung ignored them , swinging again , aiming for his mouth which he successfully punched . Anthony fell onto his ass , cussing at taehyung who crouched down, resting his elbows on his knees . "You fucking asshole!", he spat out the accumulating blood.
"So , you can push little girls around but can't defend yourself against a man", taehyung cocked his head to the side as they stared at each other. "You're here for her?", Anthony laughed as taehyung smirked. "Yeah. I'm here for her", he answered . "Fuck you both ", Anthony hissed. "She's my girlfriend and you had no right to be at her place -", he argued.
"I have every right ", taehyung raised a brow. Anthony's chest heaved up and down . The sight of taehyung made him angry. "You do not ", he grit his teeth. "Listen", taehyung spoke lowly. "The next time you even think of handling her roughly or calling her a bitch. You'll be the one in need of repairs", he threatened.
"Who the fuck are you to threaten me about my girlfriend ", Anthony barked and watched taehyung stand , slipping his hands into his pants pockets.
"Her husband ", he smirked.
•• Present Time Sunday - 09 : 34 am
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Anastasia's pov:
Chewing on my nails , I kept my eyes on the opening and closing door. The small bell chiming each time. The little café across my apartment was cute and dainty. I've been waiting for 10 minutes for taehyung. I couldn't get a good night's rest knowing he hit Anthony. So - I asked him to meet me here.
I needed him to apologize or Anthony would press charges. All this drama was too much for me.
The bell chimed and he walked in.
What - in - the -
I blink several times , just gawking. His eyes scanned around for me. I lift my hand and he quickly spotted me in the small booth. He greeted a few waitresses before reaching. "Goodmorning-", he sat across me, sighing and smiling. "Hi-", I trail off, still admiring him.
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He did not look 30. This man was not 30. He smirked, noticing me gawk. "Take a picture, baby", prick . "What? No-", I clear my throat, tucking my hair behind my ears. His gaze lowered to my chest. Was he seriously staring at my breasts?
"So-", I bang the table and he looked up at my face. "I bet you know why I called you here ", I lean back ,watching him shrug . "Don't act smart ,Mr kim. You know what you've done", I point my finger at his smug face. "I have no clue , pretty girl ", he smirked. That smirk annoyed me! "You hit my boyfriend-", I whisper, not wanting anyone to overhear.
"The boyfriend who called you a bitch , need I remind you", the smirk vanished. "I told you we're complicated ", I cross my arms over my chest. "I need you to apologize or he will press charges " I warn but he laughed. Fucking psycho. "It's not funny-", I deadpan.
"Ready to order?", we look up at the pretty waitress , who's eyes were on taehyung. "Nothing for me", he said then looked to me. "Princess?", he cooed and I wanted to slap him again for calling me that. "Milkshake- chocolate ", I say with a smile. She nods and leaves. "I have a name-", I snap.
"You're cocky today", he gets to his feet , making his way around the table and sliding beside me. His arm going around my shoulder as he made himself comfortable. I was burning up again.
"You look cute ", he reached out , removing my hair from being tucked. "Mr kim -", I try to back away but he held me close. He always smelled delicious. "I honestly do not give a fuck about your boyfriend. I will fuck him up again if he raises a hand or his voice at you", he whispered, holding eye contact.
"You are not a worthless bitch ", he sighed out. "He needed to know that. He should watch his tongue because it'll get his teeth knocked out", he chuckled. I just stare up at his beautiful face . How could someone look so effortlessly stunning? Like this man was prettier than me.
"What?", he smiled.
"You're pretty-", I whisper, feeling the blush creep on my cheeks. "That's a first ", he rasped. "You worry too much", I tapped my nose with his index. The waitress delivered the Milkshake and left us alone.
"Do you have plans for tonight?", he lifted my Milkshake, placing the straw between his teeth. "No-", I watch him sip the shake. "Hmmm, work meeting. Mr Birkin wants to meet to close a deal" , he explained but I was still admiring him. Was it wrong too?
"I'll fetch you at 18 : 30", he looked down at me. "Okay?", his eyes bouncing around my face which was inches from his. "If you keep staring , I swear to god- I will kiss you", he leaned in but I turn my face , ending up with a cheek kiss.
"I don't need to kiss your lips- ", he pressed his lips against my ear. My breathing accelerating. His hand gracefully glides onto my thigh, gently squeezing my exposed flesh. "I will kiss every inch of your body", he breathed and I almost moan at his words. "That's a promise-", he pulled back, smiling at how rosy I was. I felt claustrophobic in this booth. His arm still draped around me and the other on my thigh.
"I'll make you breathless for the right reasons, princess ".
