"To entice a bitch like him, I have a rule: give him one soft kiss softly, tease him, and then get him the hell off me," Jisoo remarked.
"Except he knows how to play the game too-then "he's" fucking up your headboard till you're on the bed screaming...
(Le Regard Masculin - or in other words, The Male Gaze)
Warning: Explicit content ahead.
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M A N H A T T A N
10:00 a.m.
"Incredible. You finish faster every time, the more often we fuck." Jisoo rolled her eyes as she got up from her bed as the man lay, gasping. On a bed in his renovated apartment, where the streets never slept and the alleys knew many secrets, the many crimes, the many cases of robbery and assault, all witnessed but most gone unreported.
Under the rays of the sunset reflecting from the glass windows of decrepit buildings and amid the squeals of the tires, Jisoo spent a... certain amount of time with a very famous executive, in hopes of getting what she needed.
She wore a towel as the thick smoke from the man's lips dissipated in the air, leaving behind a disgusting trail of smoke. Along with the burning pit of guilt in her stomach, she felt like she had just inhaled a heated coil inside her body that burned her lungs and the back of her throat.
"Leaving so soon, sweetheart?" The man in his early forties hummed at her as she rolled her eyes, "A deal was a deal, you paid my debt, and I gave you a good time." She replied as she rubbed her foggy eyes.
"Not the other way around?"
"You're like four and a half inches. And you last eight seconds, that's underwhelmingly pathetic." Jisoo commented.
"Ouch." He rubbed the back of his head, but still looked up at her, as he downed a glass of whiskey when Jisoo headed off to the bathroom to shower. The weird ass man smirked, watching her as she shut the door as he went down and sniffed the side of the pillow where she laid her head, sniffing her scent as the faint whiff of vanilla, amber, and musk caught a hold of the perve—I mean, the executive and he groaned.
Within minutes, she was out and about, blow-drying her wet hair as she zipped up her jacket and finger-combed the rest.
"You're brilliant, I wish I could show us to my ex-wife..." The man sat up and said, "I love you."
"Ew. No, you don't." Jisoo cringed, flipping her flaming hair back as she fixed her hair in front of the mirror.
"Oh, believe me, I do."
"Then that's pathetic." Jisoo remarked as she turned around, picking up her phone. "You needed to get over your ex, and I needed money. Just know, you only got me because your wife left you, I wouldn't screw you for a billion dollars if you had a woman waiting at home, but you're lucky that you don't; we got what we wanted, so don't call, text, or even try to see me again." She looked at her phone and saw the amount delivered to her account.
