"I was never that much into guys, let alone posers or vamps.
But he was the real thing and a force to be reckoned with.
And I surrendered without a fight."
Smut, language, sexual themes, mature themes, mild violence, mentions of blood, mentions of...
A/N: I seem to have trouble writing short chapters. 🙄 Anyway, enjoy!😏🌶️🤭
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Thursday evening...
As I walk in the main area of the club, I spot Hyunjin and he turns his gaze on me. He wears his club persona: an extravagant outfit, partly revealing, definitely flattering his sculpted body, light eye makeup and his full lips are an inviting red glistening colour. They curl in a teasing smile letting me know that the game is on, yet another night.
I head to the main bar. The bartender greets me and pours me my usual drink. I keep an eye on the dance floor, taking a few sips. Hyunjin dances with his girls, the people around them join in spellbound and it looks like one big party.
I should be happy. As the owner of this club, I should be thrilled that we are such a hit in the city's nightlife. I feel a little impatience and annoyance though as his gaze drifts away from me. He is focused on his dance, leaving me to watch.
But there is an open invitation for me to join him, isn't there? And with that in mind, I set my glass down on the marble bar-counter and cut through the crowd to get to him.
🎵 Song playing: Insomnia by Faithless 🎵
Here I am, standing in front of him, looking at this captivating creature that moves with such grace. He is a class above everyone else around him. He turns as if sensing my presence, and lifts his gaze to lock onto mine. He smiles and steps closer, never missing a beat. My hands find their way to his trim waist, holding him lightly and he casually rests his arms on my shoulders. We start moving together, in perfect sync.
He bites his lip approvingly, his grin widens but, I am just a man in the presence of a deity. Mesmerized.
I notice his eyes change a bit. Under the flicker of the blue and purple ceiling lights I can't be sure but I think they turn a brighter shade of red. He slides his hands off my shoulders turning his back to me, our bodies touching for a fleeting moment -he only brushes against me for a second. Or we may have accidentally bumped into each other -I can't be sure- but the fleeting contact sends a jolt of electricity through me. However, he slips out of my grasp and continues to dance in his free nonchalant way while I freeze momentarily.
Fuck this! I can be cool about this! I've done my share of partying and dancing in college. I can keep up if I want to!
The night progresses like a wild dance party, almost competing with each other, until there is a break in the DJ set and the music dies down for a while. I see him walk away, leaving the dance floor. His entire entourage quickly follows. They head to the VIP section and then up the stairs to the VIP rooms.
