A/N
Again, forgive me for the late upload.
I still had some things to get together with the plot and to make up for the week and day I missed, this part is long.
Already working on part 3 of chapter Two and I'll try to publish it today as well.
Anywho, Enjoy!
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5 A.M
Aha... Fuck.
Isamu was officially losing it. He had barely slept, his mind occupied with the thoughts of the mysterious proposal and those damn blue eyes that just couldn't leave his mind alone. And waking up with an unbearable ache in his hips two days later wasn't doing him much help.
Isamu had tried to ignore the faint pain in his hips- mainly his ass -the entire day yesterday, focusing on work instead. But that also meant that his smart ass didn't take any proper painkillers either. The only medicine he had taken was the one Mr.Hook-up was gracious enough to leave for him that morning, which made him survive the day.
But today? Oh ho, it hurt. Isamu woke up with an ache that made him struggle to even move out of bed.
Did I really get fucked that hard?
He groaned, shifting to roll onto his back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
This day was certainly going to be shit.
After what felt like hours of contemplating, Isamu gathered the energy to get out of bed, eat, shower, and dress for the foreign business meeting he knew he couldn't miss. He stood before the large wall mirror and adjusted his navy blue undershirt. He then took hold of the thicker side of the tie and tied it. The motions were automatic as he found himself getting lost in his thoughts again.
Why was father being so secretive about the proposal?
Isamu still didn't know who the proposal was for, and that alone left him feeling uneasy.
A ding from his phone -indicating a text message- snaps Isamu out of his thoughts. He subtly adjusts the fresh Windsor knot around his collar with his fingers before reaching over and picking up his phone from the bedside table. He glanced at the notification and was immediately transfixed as he read the message.
A text from Hook up
His mind practically reeled as he re-read the notification. And with a deep breath, he opened the text chat.
Hook up 5:56 am
Morning, princess.
Why is he texting me, and at this hour too? Isamu took a deep breath again as if steeling himself before he typed a response and pressed send.
Isamu 5:57 am
It's 6 in the morning, you're up early
He stood there with his phone in hand like an idiot, his thumbs hovering over the screen as he stared at the two lone texts. He glanced at the time- 5:57 AM- and waited. For what, he wasn't sure. A reply? A sign? Some explanation as to why this mysterious man was up at such a crazy time in the morning while Isamu himself had barely slept. Who the hell texts their hook-up at 6 am?
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Roman d'amour"You're very desperate for me, aren't you? You haven't even asked for my name.." the teasing tone sending a shudder through Isamu's frame. One hand slid down to palm the growing bulge in Isamu's pants, squeezing and rubbing in a deliberate rhythm t...
