"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...
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It has been a quiet week.
After the Gala and that wild night at Hyunjin's villa, I think I need to get my bearings back in check. That doesn't mean I don't miss him. I think I have grown used to him invading my personal space, figuratively and literally.
As if reading my mind, he shows up early Friday morning at my real estate agency.
"Hey stranger." He is standing by my office door looking as handsome as ever.
"Hey..." My attempt to sound casual, unaffected by his presence, is futile. I can't help the smile on my face.
"I was passing by and I thought..." He pauses and looks at me with a smile, moving closer to my desk. "Once a month I throw a big party at the villa." He runs his slender fingers on the smooth polished wooden surface. "You are invited." His slanted eyes peer through stands of his black hair. "Would you like to come?"
So that's what was going on the first time I went there. Huh... I don't recall many details but I do remember it was rather raunchy. Does that mean I am just another one of his toy-boys? I mean I still don't know what we are to each other. Fuck, I sound so insecure even to myself!
He notices my poker-face and my silence. "Well, they get a bit wild." I arch an eyebrow. "Pretty wild." He laughs softly. "It is okay if you don't want to come. You know you don't have to do anything you do not want to do. With me you can be yourself." He's still looking at me through his eyelashes.
Myself? My possessive self?
I think of all these people, boys and girls dancing around him every time and he's flirting with everyone and dancing and... there doesn't seem to be any inhibitions... I have to admit, I'm not thrilled with the idea. But he is his own person. Who am I to forbid him to do something, to limit him? It is up to him to choose to be with me only. Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself.
"I will come." I reply quietly.
He smiles pleased. "Are you going to wear something sexy?" He whispers, his eyes flaring ruby and he bites his lip as if he hasn't seen all of me already, multiple times. "I know I will." He adds seductively.
Of course he will. He will be the sexiest, most tempting, handsome and dangerous one in there.
"I'll think about it." I tease him.
His fingertips gently trace the line of my jaw. I cough awkwardly. I mean, he's always sexy. He could wear a dishcloth and still look effortlessly hot. "See you then." He pecks my cheek and leaves.
As soon as I'm alone again I let out a deep sigh. I have a feeling this night is going to be tough, a test of my self-control.
An hour later Jisung comes to my office. He jumps around excitedly. "Hyung! Are you coming to the party tomorrow?" "Are you going too?" Stupid question Minho! "Of course! Felix will be there! I won't let anyone else flirt with him!" "Right..."
