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𝐘/𝐍'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ☆

"He left no time to regret, kept his dick wet, with his same old safe bet."
Back to Black, Amy Winehouse.

Warning: SMUT.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

'See you next week to see if the strategy has produced any results within the company. Have a good evening.'

The meeting has just finished. I collect my things, waiting for my partners to leave my room.

We're working on several collaborations and strategies to promote my make-up brand, which is already a hit. A brand that advocates diversity and makes sure it produces products suitable for all skin types.

Satisfied with my work, I pick up my bag. It's been a productive day at work, and with my closed expression I want to lock myself in the lift as soon as possible.

My Balmain heels clicking on the floor with speed —thanks to the habit of a hectic lifestyle —I slip into the lift and close its doors. I don't mind being alone, I've had such a long day I don't feel up to socialising any more.

Suddenly, a vibration in my pocket catches my attention. My frown is transformed by a smile on my lips, aware of the message I've just received. I really need to see him after all day. I answer in the affirmative and take care to wipe the smile off my face, striding towards the exit door under the respectful glances of my employees.

Once I'm in the car, chewing gum in my mouth, I'm allowing myself to relax. Everything moves so fast lately, I cannot catch up. I need to see what's trending, I say while my driver is too occupied avoiding the traffics.

I keep an eye on my Instagram and my numerous messages.

My eyes linger on the feed I have, make-up and get ready with me on my brand. I smile when I see how effective my products are, even though some people criticise it for its price, its coverage.

If people don't agree and don't like my path, there's no point in buying my products. My interest stop when I see his profile photo...

A man with white hair, probably dyed...
I've no idea what could it be, but I bet it's not his natural hair color.

He's wearing a basketball outfit that shows off the muscles in the photo. A commercial collaboration is indicated.

Oh. Not that brand again...
With a displeased reaction, I close my phone. I'd rather die twice than look at his stupid face.

Y/N🍷
I'll be there in a few minutes. Can't wait.

[...]

'Don't move Mrs L/N, I shall inform your presence to Mr. Rengoku.'

I wasn't planning on going anywhere else anyway.

My eyes return to my partner's luxurious home, a smile of satisfaction on my face. I feel fine and given what he has to say, I hope I haven't come all this way for nothing. Who knows, maybe he finally wants to make our relationship official?

'Miss, come.'

The cleaning lady asks me to follow her, which I do without batting an eyelid. I find myself in my lover's bathroom, candles not far from him surrounding his gigantic bathtub and relaxing products pacing around.

A scent, what seems to me to be lavender, fills the room. With a satisfied smile, seeing him shirtless and half covered in this foam, I take off my jacket.