Obsessive (AMBW)

Act IV

- Milan -

Was he trying to prove a point?

Chairman Kang entered the office announcing something this morning.

That he had rough sex and was fine the next morning.

The gossip started with the security guards.

"Did you see the bites and hickies on Chairman Kang's neck?" I hesitated before entering, though it was hushed, I heard what I heard. I grimaced, thinking back to the incident from yesterday.

I knew for sure when Lucas came up to me, almost proud at what he saw.

"I almost thought Chairman Kang banged you for a second there." He chuckled in front of his new colleagues, but they just seemed uncomfortable. "He acted like he was so into you, I guess he got bored." He grunted, looking me up and down, it didn't matter, because soon I would be on my first date since him, why would I give a fuck what that man did in his free time?

Exactly, why do I care?

I took the elevator up, feeling worse than I did when I got there.

I hoped he didn't talk to me today.

Hours went by without him physically being in the office, he was somewhere around this place, which is how it usually is, especially when I got here first, but I wanted to see for myself, did he like it rough, he didn't seem like the type. I swallowed, goosebumps rode up my neck, as if to snap me out of my fantasy.

What the fuck, I'm literally going on a date this evening.

There was no plausible reason as to why I felt like this, but maybe I was just horny.

Then the elevator dinged.

I straightened my back, trying to look productive.

"Good morning, Milan." He spoke nonchalantly, but the bite marks on his hands and neck spoke loud.

"Had a fun night?' I let out accidentally, only catching myself moments later, he paused, not looking at me.

"Excuse me?" Chairman Kang's tone shifted, making me nervous.

"You just seemed tired so I thought-" I stopped talking, maybe in an attempt to not make it worse than it already was.

"You're bold now, huh?" He questioned, I licked my lips, not looking his way.

"I guess." My heart thumped, what was this I was feeling, I didn't like him, actually after yesterday I kind of hated him, so why did seeing him make me feel like this was my last moment on earth. My heart beat so loud. I was afraid he heard it.

" Don't go with him tonight." He said lonely, he came closer, so close he was right up against my ear.

" What?" I fiddled with my hands under the desk, trying my best to calm my beating heart.

" Or, you can go with him, and always wonder what it would be like to go with me." Was my boss into me? Or was this pure lust, maybe he was angry he couldn't have me to himself, that he had to take me. Or maybe this is me thinking with my pussy.

"Are you high?" I asked, hoping to make a joke out of this situation.

"I like..." He began. But he stopped, scanning my face, as if there was something to find.

"It's almost time for my early leave." I stammered.

" Don't go with him, he'll treat you like shit once he gets what he wants." He looked tired.

"I really don't need you telling me what I should and shouldn't do." I grit my teeth, waiting for his reaction.

"Then if you walk out that door, don't worry about coming back in tomorrow." My mouth flew agap, words that wanted to come out stayed in my throat, leaving the shocked look on my face. I couldn't believe he would fire me if I left, this is definitely breaking some type of rule, since technically he can't mess with my relationships outside of work.

"You... Can't do that." He smirked, coming up beside me, he got so close his lips brushed against my ear.

"But I can."

I didn't leave office until it was time for me to get out. I grabbed my bag, rushing for the door the second the clock hit 6. "Not so fast." Kang Dak-Ho's voice traveled in the room. His voice sounded sleepy.

"What." He was making me frustrated. "No like really and truly what do you want from me?" I was tired, I needed to go home, anc he was doing everything in his will to make that hard for me.

"Don't forget that I'm your boss. Lower your tone." He sounded sterner this time, when he spoke, I turned, his thick eyebrows low over his eyes, his hair messy. I could smell the alcohol from here.

I bit my tongue, watching him. He looked really good right now. His hair was messy, his suit jacket in his hand, the vest underneath hugged his abs. His long legs, his eyes.

"Are you," he chuckled, his eyes focused on mine, making me realized that he had closed the gap between us, "are you checking me out?" He smirked. Goosebumps crawled up my arms, the look on his face, which I had seen before. Lust and want combined with something else. Something else entirely. Something sadistic.

He was drunk. I could tell at he held my cheek, pressing me against the wall, not lightly, but rough, hard. He bit my tongue, taking force as his kiss enveloped me. I could taste everything he had drunk. Whiskey, a lot of whiskey. His grunts were the only thing I could truly hear now, his hands slid across my body, as if he had been waiting to do this for a long time. He cursed under his breathe. Both of us wanting air but neither wanting to break contact.

But most of all, I could feel how hard he was. he didn't care if I felt it or not, in fact, he grinded against me, grabbing my legs, deepening the kiss further. He was rough, biting and licking and growls and sucking. He didn't give me a chance to fully understand what was happening, maybe because he knew if either of us realized, truly realized, what we were doing in the moment, we would back away, stop this, and maybe regret it.

"Fuck." He whispered in my ear, it was hot in a room which was always cold. We looked at each other, not saying anything, just watching, seeing who would take off first. He let me go, but we still were pressed against each other, I was wet. Like as fuck. Like if we didn't stop any sooner I might've been...

"I'm... not sorry at all, make sure to come into work tomorrow." He licked his bottom lip, grabbing his jacket which had made it on the ground. My eyes widened, shocked at what the hell just went down.

I drove home in a daze, replaying that kiss over and over and over and over again in my head. I needed something, dick mostly, but something else. I think I needed him.

That's what I thought as I touched myself that night, lucky that both my roommates were gone for the night.

I needed... him.