CAPTURING REDEMPTION

CHAPTER 14: A HARD WIN

EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD. MINORS DO NOT READ. 

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It was all so sudden for Yevgeny to register, as soon the car stopped at the garage, he was pulled by his tie, causing him to grab onto the actor's shoulders to stop himself from falling over him. The actor studied his face with an unreadable expression, as if he was trying to remember yet dismiss something, as if there was an internal battle going on within him.

"Kiss me." The actor said suddenly, causing the Russian to blink in disbelief, "what?"

"What? You don't love me?"

"I—I do, but here? We can—" the actor let him go before he stepped out of the car, laughing hysterically. Once the laughter died down, he turned around, "come inside." he said before disappearing behind the garage door.

"Mr. Bogdanov," the actor had a playful smile on his lips as if something was brewing within him. They had been sitting on the couch—opposite to each other while the butler Yevgeny had seen before went to bring them something to eat. Narrowing his eyes, the tanned man leaned forward, his eyes squinted like a sly fox, his hands stacking on top each other supporting his head. "Mr. Bogdanov, I usually don't go for men with no experience. But you seem genuine—you know? Loving me and what not?" he stated, voice carrying hints of playfulness and doubt.

"You're still thinking about that? Mr. Kwon, I don't need it?" he responded, his tone cautious and measured while he reached for the water bottle put in the middle of the glass table.

A knowing smirk played at the corners of Kwon Taekjoo's lips as he rose from the sofa opposite the Russian man. With a seductive grace, he moved over to his side, straddling him with a suddenness that made Yevgeny's breath hitch in his throat, and the bottle found its new home in the fuzzy carpet. Shocked by the unexpected proximity, his eyes widened. Their faces were now mere inches apart, and he could feel the warmth of Taekjoo's breath on his skin.

The closeness was disconcerting for the Russian, who had only ever been intimate with women. It wasn't just the physical discomfort that unnerved him; it was the realization that the man invading his personal space was none other than his sworn enemy—the one he fantasized about seeing suffer. The mixture of repulsion and confusion churned within him, his mind struggling to reconcile the bizarre turn of events with his deep-seated desire for revenge.

Kwon Taekjoo's eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and intent, clearly enjoying the discomfort he was causing. Yevgeny's heart pounded in his chest as he tried to maintain his composure, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him. The air between them was thick with tension, each passing second amplifying the surreal nature of their interaction.

He had never anticipated this kind of confrontation, and the unexpected twist left him grappling with a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and feelings to happen this soon. Although there was a hint that it would all come to this once he was accepted by Kwon Taekjoo. It was deja-vu for him, yet he could not put a finger on the incident.

"Mr. Bogdanov," the voice, sweet and silky as honey, reached his ears, sending an involuntary shiver down his spine, "call me by my name." The sensation caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. The subtle yet noticeable reaction made the singer chuckle softly, a sound laced with amusement and something darker.

To make matters worse, Kwon Taekjoo slowly traced his fingers along the back of his neck, a touch that was both delicate and deliberate. The sensation was foreign to Yevgeny—he had never experienced such discomfort and trembles before. The unfamiliar vulnerability unsettled him, and the realization that his enemy could evoke such a response added a layer of humiliation to his unease.