The CEO's Contract (gojo x oc)

Chapter 1

It was half past midnight, exactly seven and a half hours after my shift have ended and yet I found myself in the middle of sweaty bodies, loud ear crushing music and the smell of sex that was clustered in the air.

Some of the people automatically moved away from me once they made eye contact though the others made no effort to avoid bumping into my suit with their sweaty skin.

I wanted to quit.

Weaving my way through the crowd I climbed up the stairs near the back of this exclusive club. It was a place I would never step foot into without a reason.

The sound of chatter can be heard as I emerged on the top of the stairs, there was a long hallway that lead to a dark red door at the back, other doors lined up on either side of the walls with security guarding every other door along the way.

I halted before the door at the end of the hallway, the security lowering his head slightly before opening the door. From here, the sound of the music was slightly faded, each room having a speaker of their own.

I walked into the room, the door closing behind me as my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit space. There was a bar at the far end, a bartender mixing drinks at a rapid speed and at the opposite wall was a window that panned widely, showcasing the sight of the city that lit up like little fireflies in the dark.

My eyes dragged themselves back to the center of the room, where a certain white haired man stood out from the rest.

Gojo Satoru was seated on a long, velvet couch. Both women and men flocked to his sides, his arms filled with perfumed drenched individuals who laughed at everything he said, blinded by his charming smile.

Bright blue eyes found mine, widening as he perked up, back straightening like that of a dog recognizing its owner.

'Kenjiro!' My boss called, detaching himself from the tangled bodies on the cough.

I walked closer, keeping my hands clasped behind me to not touch anything in this room as a risk of contamination. This was not the sort of night I would let myself loose.

'Madam called, it seems that she has gotten news of your absence at home, sir-'

In the middle of my sentence, he had grabbed a hold of my arm, pulling me closer and forcing me to lean over , a hand on the back of the couch to keep my balance.

He was grinning like a Cheshire, a drunken haze in his eyes from all the alcohol that's been consumed.

'What was that? The music is too loud.' The man asked, feigning ignorance. This part of the club was far enough so that the sound of the music would be dimmed, though logic has never stopped him from testing my patience.

Bright blue eyes stared into mine, waiting for a reaction he knows I will never give. I stared back into his gaze, my face unamused.

'Madam called.' I repeated once more, going along with his schemes. 'It seems that she has gotten news of your absence at home, President.'

'So grandmother's still watching me, I see.'

'You are quite hard to miss.' I responded before straightening myself and creating distance in between the couch and I.

'Satoru, are you leaving?' One of the girls spoke up, clinging onto his sides tighter as my boss flashed a charming smile in her direction.

'Unfortunately, ladies, it would be quite hard for me to deny this one.'

The woman looked dazed, as if she wasn't registering any of his words at all, despite clinging onto the sound of his voice.

'It's not even that late-'