𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 | ✓

Chapter 24

As promised, almost an hour later Korpse returned after putting the twins to bed. At first, they had refused to let him leave; having grown attached to him and accustomed to having him around all the time. Now they were in the care of his multi-millionaire grandmother. He walked into the hospital and entered the elevator, shortly after an older woman in a suit walked in with a displeased expression upon seeing him already there.

“I had wanted to ride in the elevator alone,” she casually said, eyeing him up and down.

He started looking around, up and down, all around, even looking inside all of his packets, his phone his hair and mouth as well. The lady watched him utterly puzzled by his weird behavior. “Young man, what are you doing?”

“I'm looking for who the f**k asked,” he stopped doing what he was doing and leaned back in the elevator, placing one of his legs on the wall behind him.

“Young man!” she gasped, holding her chest. “You have a bad attitude and no manners or respect for your elders. You have an attitude problem that needs to be fixed. Its apparent your mother didn't raise you well, if I had a son he would never be this rude to anyone or I'd give them a good old time a** whooping.”

“Do you have a son?”

“...no,” she straightened up. “Not yet.”

“K then,” he withdrew his phone from his back pocket and unlocked it. There was a live Tokyo Ghoul wallpaper when it opened. Korpse decided to distract himself by watching videos until he reached the seventy-fifth floor of the hospital.

“Young man. When an elder is speaking to you it's disrespectful to answer them that way. You should always address someone as Ma'am or Sir.”

“K then, sir.”

“Excuse me? Young man do you–”

“–give a flying f**k about anything you're saying? Absolutely f**king not. Go be a bitter in another elevator and stop h*r*ssing me.”

“That's it! Tell me your mother's number this instant! I am going to call her and tell her you're a very bad boy,” she took out her phone and aggressively typed in her password. Once done, she turned the bottom towards and demanded, “Put your mother's phone number in right now.”

“You a Cougar by any chance?” he raised a brow.

Her mouth dropped. “W...what?”

“You've been trying to initiate a conversation with me for the past three minutes and no matter how I make it clear I'm not interested you just continue. What, you think I'm hot? Tired of your husband and want a young and fresh c**k to rearrange your insides?” Korpse leaned his head back on the glass and licked his lips. He slowly roamed his eyes up and down her body then bit into his bottom lip.

The woman's tongue became heavy all of a sudden. This young man was admittedly handsome. He had dark curls that sort of fell over his forehead, vivid ocean-blue eyes, pink lips that were temptingly juicy and looked soft, and he was tall with just the right proportion of muscle his body. She was a little puzzled by his black choker with a black opal pendant hanging it but admired his expensive taste. He wore a black leather jacket that left a slice of his tanned skin bare, he had a red and black plaid shirt wrapped around his hips under the jacket, his look was finished off by fitted jeans ripped at the knees and black combat boots. There was also a dazzling rolex watch around his left wrist and a few tattoos on his arms and fingers. He was quite the stunner.

Korpse pushed off the wall and started approaching her, she backed up a little–actually a lot–intimidated by his height and size. He didn't stop, he backed her into a corner and she became scared–he was much taller than she was.