Twice's Private Manager Book 2

Part 9: Nine

"Fuck that was good."

"You're welcome," Sana sang gleefully.

Even as she was just walking around the room, wiping herself off, she just looked so stunning. That perfect, slim figure - surely it was meticulously sculpted by a divine entity, surely Sana was proof that God existed. The little bounce in her step, the way she was permanently in a state of demanding your attention while somehow avoiding the desperation of excessiveness. The same girl who could draw every eye to the cover of a magazine, or every bit of attention in a stadium - even when she was simply standing there with a tissue in her hand; she was still jaw-dropping. She might just be perfect, or as close to perfect as perfection can be, because that's what she was - perfection.

"Your birthday is over, by the way," she said nonchalantly while discarding the tissues. "I'm no longer your toy, and you're back to working for me."

"Midnight already?"

"I think it actually turned midnight when you were still balls deep in my ass," Sana replied, still just as casual as the last line, before she crawled into the bed with you. "Three times... I didn't even expect two from you after what I heard the others did today."

"It has been quite the day," you sighed, putting your arm around her and embracing her warmth.

"Thanks for... this," Sana whispered softly.

"Thanks for swallowing."

"Yah!" she smacked your chest and sat up. "You just have to ruin the mood."

"Sorry, I just really love seeing you swallow my... you know," you reached for her and pulled her back into your embrace.

"You're so dumb," Sana rolled her eyes before accepting her place in your arms again. "I guess I'll let it slide this time since you're taking me out tomorrow."

"I am?"

"What do you mean 'I am'? We've been talking about this for days now."

"Oh yeah, right."

"Did you actually forget?" Sana looked up at you.

"No no no, of course not," you stroked her hair softly.

"Then where are you taking me?" Sana demanded with a noticeable absence of jest in her tone.

"It's... a surprise!"

"Oh my God, you actually forgot."

"No, it's a surprise!" you teased.

"Fine, I'll wait til tomorrow to get mad at you," Sana sighed, nuzzling her face against your body.

"Thoughts on a 7/11 date? Asking for a friend," you asked, earning you a gentle giggle from Sana but nothing more.

"Hey, do you remember how I told you there were three conditions, and I just haven't thought of what the third would be?" Sana asked while tracing her finger along your chest.

"Time to cash in?"

"Yeah," she replied absentmindedly, fully focused on whatever she was drawing on your torso.

"What is it, sweetheart?" you asked after kissing her forehead. "I'm joking about forgetting by the way. I have something planned already."

"Tell me who's going to renew their contracts." she asked bluntly.

"Sana, you know I can't tell you," you replied seriously, the tone in the bed shifting suddenly.

"Yes you can."