𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙮 • 𝙥. 𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙬𝙖

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chapter thirteen:
"i want every inch of your body against mine"

"i did not give you the rights to question my assistant"

wooyoung raises a brow and looks at the door that opens, revealing seonghwa. mingi did the same, surprised at the attendance of seonghwa even though he expected him to come. he gotta admit. the hammering of his heart was so loud he could barely feel any air in the room. he was intimidated by park seonghwa's presence alone. "my apologies" mingi finally let out. "leave us" seonghwa demands. "but seon—mr. park"

"stay outside the door and keep those ears working"

wooyoung sighs, nodding his head. "i'll be outside, call me if you need me" wooyoung gives mingi one firm glance before exiting the office. "my sincere apologies for visiting so late at night. i did not come empty handed however, your assistant stated you don't drink wine" mingi states. "he's right." seonghwa lean on the table.

"i don't drink cheap wines"

mingi scoffs. seonghwa is damn provoking. and it's working. "i came here to talk to you about something. are you somewhat familiar with the late song kangmin" this is mingi's plan. use song seola's deceased father and bring park seonghwa down upon knowing song kangmin is related to his woman. "i am. he was a loyal worker of mine" seonghwa admits. he's very much familiar of song kangmin. that guy was the most trusted worker he has.

"late song kangmin?"

that did not escape seonghwa's ear. what does this guy mean with late song kangmin? "he died. probably a year or so or more, who knows? you killed him, didn't you?" there it goes. mingi drops the bomb. "i did?" seonghwa grin. "that was what i'm asking"

wooyoung stood outside, as instructed yet he could barely hear anything. he badly wants to know what that song mingi is here for in the middle of the night. "wooyoung, what are you doing out here?" wooyoung lifts his head, finding hongjoong arriving. probably from the villa. "seonghwa? is he inside?" hongjoong held the doorknob before wooyoung stopped the older. "song mingi's inside. they're talking"

"song mingi?"

"yeah, the one you're going for. your mission from mr. song." wooyoung nodded.  "tsk. song mingi is a big trouble." hongjoong hissed. "any news about this girl mr. song is looking for?" hongjoong added. "no. not even a trace. look at us, we're working our butts off and yet there's no process at all" wooyoung whines. "seonghwa probably knows something, don't he?"

"what did he come here for?" wooyoung enters the office, hongjoong following behind. "he knows about mr. song. where the hell did he come from?" seonghwa sighs, asking himself with the question he just lets go. "tell mr. song i'm taking song mingi's head instead of what he asked me to" hongjoong pushed. "do as you are told to"

•

seola arrived at her neighborhood, the whole building was dark indicating no one's inside. mingi has not shown up since their dinner and she knew he's not been comung home since then. she's too scared to call him so she never did. san was nowhere to be found as well. she don't know his whereabouts.

upon arriving at her house floor, she found a tall shadow hiding in the dark. with her appearance, the shadow stepped in, the moonlight shining on his face. seonghwa. it was seonghwa. "what are you doing here?" she mumbles. "i came to see you"

"i miss you"

"if you do—" she was cut off when a pair of muscular arms embraced her. she was startled but found herself nuzzling on the warm chest she found, her arm tightening around seonghwa's waist. "stop questioning my love for you, will you? i'm losing confidence" seonghwa states, placing a lingering kiss on her forehead. she lifts her head, eyes meeting seonghwa's. she wants to kiss him so bad.

feel him.

"why are you staring at me?"

"i want you"

it wasn't a slip of tongue yet she was surprised. she immediately broke away from seonghwa and awkwardly held her door. "have you had dinner?" she added to ease the awkwardness. "i..i think" seonghwa stutters. she nods and unlocks her door, inviting the male in. they walk in and go in further the living room. "how about ramen? i don't actually cook"

"i want you"

this time it came from seonghwa. the male was quick to sprint to her. seonghwa closed the gap between them, lips on top of hers. she fully accepted him. missing every inch of his body. she missed how his lips move on top of hers. "you don't know how long i've been holding back to feel you" seonghwa whispers, forehead resting on hers. "seola"

"i want every inch of your body against mine"

seonghwa was satisfied upon hearing lewd moan from seola who was under him. he buckled his hips, moving in and out of his woman. he was sweating. his forehead wet as well as his chest. it's the same situation to seola below him. seola lift her hand to hold him but seonghwa held her wrist down, pinning it down on the mattress with his own hand as he intertwine their fingers together.

a breathless moan escapes seola when seonghwa tilts her head, his lips meeting hers again. his kisses were aggressive and he was furious. she felt his tongue battle with hers and moan at the feeling of his sweaty body pressing on her naked ones.

his lips fell from her and glided down to her neck where he abused the flesh on her skin. his plump lips sucking on a spot and giving her purple marks all over her neck. she tilts her head, giving seonghwa more access. he hums in satisfaction as he stares at seola's state. he was the reason she's in such a state.

his hips never stop moving , so is the moan that kept leaving seola's mouth. he loves every noise she makes and how he was the reason for it. wet and sloppy kisses travel down from her neck to her bare chest. seonghwa's rough hands massage her chest and suck her erected nipples, earning seonghwa a moan from her.

she doesn't know how many times she moaned in satisfaction but tonight, nothing's holding her back. "seonghwa" she warns, feeling a knot forming on her stomach. "let go, my love" seonghwa whispers, voice husky as he fasten his pace. seonghwa let out multiple groan and grunts, his eyes shut out of pleasure.

"make a mess on my cock"

and she let go. screaming but was muffled when seonghwa planted his lips on top of hers. he kissed her lovingly and with full softness before he pulled out of her. she expected him to finish their session but his kisses travel down to her neck, collarbone and chest until his face is between her legs.

seonghwa positioned himself between her legs, lips hovering over her soaking core. she felt his lips make contact with her sensitive core before his devilish tongue lap on her wetness. she groaned, welcoming the male. seonghwa is giving her another orgasm and she could come any time with how he's working with his tongue. she felt his tongue poke her inside before another knot form in her stomach. she's way too sensitive to even last long.

her legs threatened to close but seonghwa kept a firm grip and continued eating her. not so long later, she came all over seonghwa before he lifted himself up to her level and gave her a lingering kiss, making her taste herself.

"i want to hold you tonight, seola"

•

seola awoke. a quiet grunt left her lips as she felt her whole body aching. but it's more painful in her private area. she looked around her room, trying to look for seonghwa's presence. she remembers him staying and not leaving. she expected to see him first thing in the morning but what was she expecting? of course seonghwa will leave. he always does.

he always leaves her after making her feel special.

"good morning, i cooked breakfast" maybe she was wrong. maybe for once, seonghwa did not leave. she lifts her gaze and finds seonghwa in his white tank top and his trouser from last night. "what's wrong?" seonghwa raises a brow, walking towards her bed. she immediately jumps on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and embracing him. seonghwa was surprised but circled his arms around her waist. "i thought you left" she mumbles. seonghwa softly chuckles, running his hand up and down her back. "i told you"

"i will hold you, i meant it until you wake up"