It was pretty quiet ride to the theater, you arrived early in the afternoon.
Mr. Kim ushered you to his awaiting Maserati, careful enough not to touch you, -not even just unintentional graze, which you highly appreciated.
Despite the unusual way of his insistence to court you, you were glad he was a respected man after all.Teatro alla Scala was the oldest opera house in Milan, and their building was probably thrice the size of Cilea theatre in Reggio. The entire room was empty from audience, only several backdrop dancers in their leotard and legging scattered at the foot of the staircases, three people seated at the front row watching the rehearsal while seemingly discussed the performance.
And the center of their attention, -who were dancing on the stage, topless Jimin with a woman as his dance partner, flaunting his toned abs and tattoo on his ribs.You couldn't see his figure clearly from the distance, but you would never fail to recognize that pretty face even from afar, the almond shaped eyes that slightly crinkled everytime Jimin laughed, his beautiful sturdy frame tangled with yours the many nights he made love to you while you screaming his name as he fucked you viciously until your pussy throbbed with incessant needs for another orgasm, and another, and another ...-marking you with deep purple lovebites that you often failed to hide later.
There were times you hoped he overlooked protection, so you would get pregnant and bear his child, and in the end he would have no choice but marry you right away, you were more than ready to start a family with him.
But unfortunately Jimin never forgot, always had some packets ready in his wallet, sometimes in the spur of blissful afterfuck moment, you wondered if he had another woman to warm his bed when you weren't around.Your career and his future were the things that put some logic everytime that thought stained your sensible mind. Jimin barely had time to tend to you amidst his hectic schedule, he must be too busy to keep two women at the same time. You always reminded yourself, love needed some understanding and sacrifice.
Seeing him again after almost two weeks, you had to hold yourself not to run to him, especially when you realized it was Sophia Abate he was dancing with. It was hard to remain calm when he had a beautiful woman danced in his arm. The vicious part in you wanted to run to them and pull him away. Only the presence of the man next to you stopped you from the thought, preventing to embarrass yourself in front of strangers.
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Polar Night (Completed).
FanfictionHe was a patient man. He wouldn't mind to wait for the right time to reap what he thought he deserved. He had lived in the dark for far too long, that happiness was such a foreign notion for him. Until you crossed his path and awakened something dee...