The maknae mafia princess

Chapter 3.

Staring in front of me, I was lost for words. My mouth opened and closed numerous times in the span of two minutes. I couldn't take my eyes off of the man standing here.

Now I wouldn't say that I was short, I'm about regular height for my age. But standing in front and looking at this male, he makes me look like a midget. I'm guessing he was around six foot three, he was wearing a black suit with no wrinkles in sight. I let my eyes drag over him of a second. Taking in all the beauty that was standing right in front of me. Even his face. Of god have mercy on my. He looked like a god. He had the most firm jaw line I had ever seen, his brown short hair poking out slightly from his head, damn his hair looks like one of those guys in a book when they are fresh out of the shower. His eyes were still on me. His baby blue irises staring back into mine.

I didn't even hear his question that he had asked minutes ago. We just stared, taking in the appearance of one another. After several minutes of silence, he cleared his throat.

"Should I repeat?" That got me out of my hazed look.

"Excuse me?"

"Should I repeat my question I asked you, the question that you rudely ignored and just stood their staring." I didn't understand. How could someone be so gorgeous and good looking. But be an actual bitch. "You know it is very rude to stare at someone" he said as a smirk made its way up to his lips

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, he cut me off.

"Reese" I raised my left eyebrow in confusion. He must have noticed the look as he let out a little chuckle and extended out his arm, with his hand in front of me. "My name. My name is Reese. And your?"

I didn't know if I should have told him my name. I didn't know who this man was. But like me being my stupid self, I did.

"Y/n"

He gave me a little smile and retracted his hand from before me. Seeing as I wasn't going to shake it like he planned

"Well y/n, what are you doing all the way out here? In the middle of the woods. All alone." He gave me another one of his smirks as he slowly leaned in towards my face. I think he could sense my discomfort, as after a few seconds of his eyes travelling around my face, he leaned back. "Come on then, let's get you home." And with that he grabbed my right wrist and started dragging me back towards the house I so desperately was trying to escape from. As he walked I was trying my get out of his grip. It obviously didn't work as he just kept tightening and tightening his hand. I sure there would be a bruise later.

"Hey!" I shouted, still thrashing around in his grip., "what the hell do you think your doing?! Let me go!" I tried to kick him, but if only seemed to aggravate him even more as he dodged them. "I don't even know you?!" This kept going all the way until we were back at the house. I was still trying to escape but now it was just getting harder and harder. Once we made it back to the back porch, he used his other hand to slide open the door and bring me back inside. He closed it behind us and started walking around the house. I didn't know where he was taking me. I had only been in two rooms in the house so far, my bed room and the dinning room, well three if you count the front entrance when I tired to make my grand escape. Eventually after many tugs and turns, it seems we made it to our destination. Reese pulled placed his free hand on the handle and pushed the door open.

Inside was definitely a sight to see. There we all were. My father sitting at what I'm guessing is his desk, and eight chairs filled with men sitting in them scattered around the room. When they hear the door open all of their heads turned towards us. Honestly I couldn't read their facial expressions. Their were all a mix between, surprised, confused, angry? Once I appeared from behind Reese, so everyone could see me, they all stood up. Their eyes shot to where Reese's hand was still holding my wrist.