"Did your ex go on his knees to worship you like I'm doing now?", he asked while kneeling down in front of her.
[𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨:-𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴]
[18+]
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The next day at work was uneventful as usual. After we finished for the day, Rosé and I decided to go to the club not to party but to catch up with our friend.
Standing at the club entrance, I noticed the bold sign that read AGUST D CLUB.
Once inside, we spotted Yoongi chatting with some people. When he saw us, he came over and suggested we go upstairs to chat.
The second floor, a VIP section, was accessible to us as Yoongi owned the club. We've been friends for almost 5 years.
Sitting on the large couch, Yoongi ordered drinks for us. While Rosé enjoys drinking her whiskey, I opted for a glass of wine.
"I totally forgot to mention—Chen reached out to me from a fake account saying he wants me back, but I blocked it," I shared, taking a sip of my wine.
"Why does he keep coming back after cheating on you and being abusive?" rosé questioned.
"He's starting to sound like a psychopath," Yoongi added, with rosé nodding in agreement.
"His behavior is beyond messed up, why would he cheat and be abusive?"
"Yn always seems to attract the wrong type of guys," Yoongi remarked, earning a glare from me.
"Yn, you definitely have a thing for red flags," Rosé teased, laughing.
"You're no better, always getting with guys at the club," I retorted.
"How many guys have you hooked up with till now?", yoongi asked looking at rosé
"Let yn guess, if you get this wrong, I get to set you up with someone," Rosé playfully proposed.
"And what if I get it right?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Then I get to hook up with Yoongi," she suggested, causing him to choke on his drink.
"What the heck?" we exclaimed in unison.
"Please get it wrong," Yoongi pleaded.
"Come on, don't you want to be with me?" Rosé teased.
"I'm gay," Yoongi clarified, making me burst into laughter.
"Wait, seriously?" Rosé asked, intrigued.
"Of course not, I just don't want to hook up with you," Yoongi explained, as Rosé laughed.
"Guess, Yn," Rosé prompted.
"Have you hooked up with 10 guys?" I guessed.
"Don't ask me, just answer," she replied.
"It's 10" I answered confidently.
"It's actually 8," she revealed, causing Yoongi to cheer loudly.
"I might introduce you to someone this Sunday, and don't even try to escape," she warned me.
"Oh, do I have to go through with it?" I asked.
"Of course, that's part of the bet," Yoongi said, causing me to playfully hit his arm.
"And what about you, Yoongi? How many girls have you hooked up with?" Rosé questioned.
"Only two," he responded, which left me surprised.
"Wow, the club owner has only hopked up with two girls," I remarked, sipping on my wine.
Entering my house and plopping down on the couch, it felt amazing to have a good gossip session with my closest friends. I can't shake off the feeling of anxiety about rosé trying to set me up with a guy - she always has some mischief brewing in her mind.
As a CEO, I was overwhelmed with work and feeling drained. I loosened my top two buttons in frustration.
When my phone rang, I saw it was my best friend Taehyung calling.
"Say?".
" Booked a stripper for you as you said, I just hummed.
"Didn't i tell you to do that yesterday?", I asked
"I was busy with some work come on", he said
"Fucker", i muttered
"I'll send you the address", he said and i disconnected the call.
After receiving the address, I closed my laptop and decided to head to the club.
Since high school, I have avoided relationships after being rejected by my first love. I am only interested in fulfilling my physical needs and have never truly loved or liked anyone since then.
[1̶8̶+]
Upon entering the club, I swiftly made my way upstairs to the room specified by Taehyung. Inside, I found the str!pper lying on the bed.
She approached me, aiming to kiss me, but I stopped her by holding her jaw. "Not here, understand?" I stated firmly, causing her to pout.
"I want a taste," she protested, but I maintained my grip on her jaw.
"I have someone else in mind for that," I informed her, and after she nodded, I directed her to str!p before shedding my own clothes.
I then slammed inside her without even letting her adjust I started thrusting inside her mercilessly.
Once finished, I dressed quickly and left, disregarding her confusion about not staying the night. "I don't want to waste time," I stated as I handed her payment and departed for home.
I had a strict policy of only allowing my future love to kiss me, and no one else's lips would have that privilege.
