OFFICE ROMANCE

Jungkook~005

A bad start didn't attest to a bad ending but one meet-up with redhead was enough to destroy my whole week.

I wondered how could someone be so unreasonably aggravating. She always drove me nuts.

We only had one thing in common, hate. The feeling was mutual and equivalent. I believed that was the only thing we both could agree upon.

Even the thought of us agreeing to something else was ironic. Like poles were more likely to hit each other than love. As much as I believed we were the same, my narcissistic trait pulled me back from the belief.

But then again, nobody had messed up with me before. No one had ever been that sarcastic towards me. This new feeling was thrilling yet irritating.

Even now when I was sitting in my office working on something really important that if I didn't pay the right attention to it, it could cost the company a huge loss, yet I was thinking about her. About our next meet up and argument.

I wanted to beat myself for even thinking of redhead differently from the other women I had met or gotten attracted to.

Usually, my attraction went off by spending one night with them because the thrill would end by that time.

I wasn't a womanizer or a fuckboy. I just liked the idea of sleeping with all the beauties in the town. I wanted to be their only best fuck.

But with Redhead, I wanted to do something else. Something more interesting, different and self-satisfactory.

Till I met her, I believed I was pleased with whatever I had done with women, but now I felt restless. I was itching to do something to her no matter how much my egoistic personality opposed the idea.

This morning when she started with her sarcasm, I just so badly wanted to choke her neck, push her on her knees and put her mouth to a better use, yet I pushed away the thought of that eye-pleasing idea. It felt awful to think that for her when I had never felt this way for someone when I wasn't horny.

I wanted to show her the power of the manhood I carried that she never failed to mock sarcastically though she knew I could make her scream to the level, people from miles away would hear.

My egomaniac self was shameless enough to believe she wanted that too. Or maybe that was the reason she always pressed that sensitive nerve. As if she wanted me to bang her hard in anger and make her swallow all her own remarks about me.

I knew I despised her, but it had nothing to do with sex. Sex with hate sounded more appealing to me than any other type I had tried or ever wanted to try.

I threw the pen on the wall since it was not working, just like my luck. I was irritated for no reason except the succubus that was polluting my brain now.

She had fucked up my brain, and I wanted to fuck with her. Ironic and stupid. Totally not me but again the case with Redhead wasn't ordinary either.

"Someone who wasn't good in bed"

"I could change that for you redhead. I can be the first and last best fuck of your life!" I mumbled.

"You are the last person I would like to smell!"

"I could make sure I am the only scent you ever smell! The best one! The one you could die without!"

Fuck, I was going insane, desperate and irrelevant.

I heard a knock and composed my posture before I asked the person to come inside.

"Good morning sir!" Mr. Han smiled. I nodded at him before pretending to work on the laptop that I had forgotten for a certain succubus.

"Yes, Mr. Han?" I asked without looking at him.