𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬-𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲.
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She was an unpredictable girl, once naive eyes now br...
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A SULTRY LAUGH SPILLED FROM her rosy lips like a fine wine, the sound drowned out by the scattered voices and blaring music of the club that surrounded her like a blanket of dizzying bliss, ambient lights and seductive music caressing her very soul with enticing hands. Honey-brown eyes were glossed over in a drunken adoration, hidden behind a dark pair of lowered lashes as she breathed in the bitter scent of smoke that loomed above them like a foggy haze. The place was rather lavish, adorned with satin draperies and expensive white-leather couches, marble floors and gold-embellished linings, before them a humorously expensive selection of aged whiskeys and wines—all given as a wonderful welcome gift for their arrival to Tokyo.
Funny, how she never thought she'd step foot in this city again, yet not one care or troubled memory slipped into her mind as she leaned into the handsome man before her. She was positively enamored, obsessed with the pretty red eyes that stared up at her, an undeniably attractive smile pulling at his soft lips—his gaze entirely enraptured as she tilted her lips into a syrupy grin.
"Damn, my pretty girl I think I'm in love with you." He breathed out, large veiny hands caressing her sides in an almost erotic manner as she sat on top of him. The man before her was nothing short of attractive, with pure sex appeal dripping from his looming figure, the heavy shadows of his muscles flexing under his clothing for her hungry gaze to feast on. His large frame taking the couch she sat on, his broad shoulders bringing her closer to the enticing musk of his scent, and just about everything about him was so damn big.
And oh, did she love it.
"You don't love me." She teased resolutely, voice so tantalizingly soft you'd mistake her for a siren out at sea. Dark hair fell around her like a curtain, bangs falling just short of her perfectly trimmed brows as she leaned forward in his lap, red-manicured fingers trailing up the gentle grooves of his abs as she smiled prettily, pressing herself against him. "You love what I can do for you."
