In the glitzy world of high-stakes business, Don Kaladin is the epitome of nonchalance-cold, calculating, and carefree. However, his carefully curated existence takes an unexpected turn when he stumbles upon the captivating art of struggling artist...
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Warnings : Smut, swearing and sex.
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I woke up to the strong citrus scent lingering in my bedroom. Ugh, I hate citrus, I turn around to spot a blonde head peeking through the duvet that was covering what or who was underneath.
I kept looking closely to the sleeping figure until they stirred awake from the supposed deep slumber and tried to snuggle against me. I stepped out of the bed while grabbing my cigarette pack and lighter from the side table and walked out of the room and towards the balcony while being buck ass naked.
I don't care what others watching me would see, I have an impressive body to be lusted after and I have all the rights to show it off to everyone.
I pulled out the death stick and light it up while holding the dark brown cylinder between my lips. With a flick of the lighter the cigarette became alive and began to burn itself for my pleasure, just like all the women and men I've met till now had done.
The familiar hum of the city outside my penthouse balcony, the skyline glittering with promise shone brightly onto me, as I felt the person who was besides me was now hugging me from behind, while the same creme duvet kept them warm on this cold winter day wrapped against them.
I pushed them away and looked at them, it was a boy, might be in his early twenties, was looking at me with the usual lust filled eyes. I pushed the unknown guy away from me and spoke in a cold, stoic and monotonous tone,
"Get out. Now."
He looked quite a bit puzzled by my words and tried to touch me with his slender fingers while the duvet covering him was slipping off his shoulder and landed on his elbows, showing off his milky white skin.
His sinewy hand landed on my chest, tracing my pec, trying to woo me in his own way. I gave him a sharp glare as he uttered in his try hard sweet voice,
"You look so hot. And I want you, sir. Please, let me suck onto you..."
I looked away for a while and then pressed the burning cigarette onto his hand which was on my body. He hissed in pain and glared at me in return, while I had the most vile smug playing on my lips. I took a drag out of the cigarette and warned him once again,
