Unsaid Love

thirty-seven

"There's no reason left to keep him in company anyway, you understand that baekhyun work on it immediately." I hang up the phone before smashing it on ground.

He again messed up with company's finance. I had my keen eyes on his every movement when he try to be smart with me, withdrawing money from bank in the name of my company and transferring important details of funding to the rivals. He thought he fooled me; only if he knows I Kim taehyung made him do every mistake whether it's in his personal life or professional.

A sick smirk appear on my face thinking what will be his reaction after knowing the identity of devil behind his misery.

My eyes linger on her room door. I can't shrugged off the feels of her beneath me, the way I loose my control it can only be possible with her. She unleash my carnal desires. I want her nah I need her badly.

Fuck this bullshit 22nd ritual, fuck her friendship with those minions and most importantly my sister I'll deal with her later, lastly fuck my stupid brain to give noona the access of this house.

Frustration blinded me completely as I gritted my teeth looking down just to sigh seeing my, "I guess the only option left is a cold shower." I gave one last longing look at her door before retreating my footsteps back to my room.

After spending good half n hour in shower, I came out while drying my wet hair. It's refreshing and somehow managed to calm me but the scenes of us almost dry humping on each other, did some weird shit in my heart. If I have told three years ago taehyung that he would get his girl and she'll also love him back probably that was the first time he would laugh after long time and made fun of his future self's hollow blabbering.

But it happen, things happen between us, between me and her, we were about to cross the limits of shame, we both lose ourselves in each other, the kiss, the desperation, the longing, and those desires all of that was there.

"Am I started daydreaming?" I questioned looking at the mirror but the reflection of my swollen lips tells me everything was real.

A satisfying smile manage to appear on my lips and I strongly believe that today I'll get the best sleep of my life ofcourse after that night where we slept together.

I turns off the lights, and open the curtain to make a room for moonlight, the small tinge of blue hues giving my room a serene appearance.

Disappointment of not having her with me here evident on my face and I wonder am I going to have an attachment issue now? God please no more issues I don't want another therapy session with that Antonio.

A faint knock on door gather my attention, and I arch my eyebrows in pure confusion.

The fuck whose drunkard arse is eager to distrub me now.