"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."
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🎵 Song suggestion: Taste by Stray Kids 🎵
"Fake eyes open, The pain that deceived me again While you are at it, Play with me"
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He came to me. I was hiding in my office, hiding from him. Yes, I'm hiding.
I felt quite vulnerable after confessing my obsession and my weakness for him. Still not satisfied with the answer -do I want him or is he playing with my mind? I try to keep my distance and keep a clear head at the same time. Because deep down I know. I'm certain I want him but I can't be sure he is not messing with me.
Things would be so much simpler if he were human, right?
I spend the week busying myself with work at the real estate office, not going to the club, letting Jaelle handle everything, and having Jisung yell at me in the process. I swear, he's worse than my mother sometimes.
But now, here I am, because I couldn't not be at the club on a Saturday night, attending to matters without leaving the confines of my office. I have a lot of paperwork piled up...
Ah! I make up excuses to avoid the inevitable who is now standing in my office doorway looking at me with his slanted burgundy eyes.
"You're hiding from me, Minho." His soft melodious voice caresses my ears. It's stated simply as an observation. Nothing more.
I turn my back and grunt, feigning annoyance. "Of course I'm not. I'm just busy."
"Don't you want to be with me, kitten?" He whispers in my ear, his cool breath caressing my skin making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as a tingle of excitement runs through me. When did he get so close? He was standing 3 meters away a second ago. I try to take a quiet breath, maintaning a façade of nonchalance. He leans slightly over my shoulder, but keeping his distance. His lips ghost near my cheek.
"Minho..." My name on his lips sounds so good, so sensual. Suddenly all I can think about is him moaning my name under me, on those decadent satin sheets, our bodies intimately connected, both of us glistening with sweat and trembling with need and lust.
He is definitely messing with my mind!
"What do you want?" I turn to him.
He smiles condescendingly. "What a question! You of course, my kitten." His slanted eyes darken.
My kitten!
I swallow thickly facing away from him again. I feel like he got a taste the other day and now he wants the main course. I am the main course.He wants to devour me. That is what I read in those dark siren eyes of his.
