Kiss & Tell ( Asa and Chiquita)

Chapter 1: The Unexpected Kiss

Asa's POV

I don't know what it is about Seoul. It's like everyone here is either incredibly beautiful or entirely too dramatic. But then again, that's the charm of the city. It's a chaotic, glamorous mess, and I thrive in it. Or, at least, that's how I've always viewed it — until tonight.

I'm at a gala thrown by one of my closest business partners. The room is filled with the usual suspects: wealthy investors, the city's elite, and the media. The lights are low, the music smooth, and everyone is behaving as though they belong here — like they should be here. It's easy for me, of course. I'm used to it.

My heels click sharply across the marble floor as I make my way toward the balcony, seeking a breath of fresh air away from the crowd. The crisp autumn air in Seoul feels like a rare reprieve after hours of fake smiles and endless small talk. I lean on the railing, looking out over the city lights. The skyline is beautiful, a chaotic jumble of colors and shapes, much like the evening's guests.

That's when I see her.

Chiquita.

I've seen her at a few events before, but we've never spoken. Her reputation precedes her, and not in the best of ways. Chiquita is known as a heartbreaker. She flirts, she teases, and she leaves a trail of broken hearts behind her.

Tonight, she's wearing a red dress that hugs her curves perfectly. Her dark hair falls in soft waves around her shoulders, and her eyes, warm and inviting, catch mine from across the room. She's laughing with someone, but as her gaze meets mine, her laughter falters. A mischievous grin spreads across her face, and she starts walking toward me.

"Fancy seeing you here," she says, her voice smooth like honey.

I raise an eyebrow. "I could say the same to you. Aren't you supposed to be charming someone else?"

She shrugs, her lips curving into an almost too-innocent smile. "Why? What's wrong with charming you?"

I stiffen, and a knot forms in my stomach. There's something about her presence that makes me feel off balance, like she knows exactly how to get under my skin.

I turn to face the city again, pretending not to care. "I'm not interested," I mutter.

She doesn't take offense. Instead, she steps closer, so close I can feel the heat of her body. "But I think you are," she whispers, her breath warm against my ear.

Before I can respond, she takes a step back and looks at me with something in her eyes that I can't quite place. "Tell you what," she says, her voice lowering. "If I kiss you, and you don't like it, I'll leave you alone for the rest of the night."

A knot tightens in my chest. There's no way I can let her think she can do whatever she wants with me.

"You don't know who you're dealing with, Chiquita," I snap, turning to face her. "I don't kiss girls."

Her eyes twinkle with mischief. "Let's make a deal, then. Just one kiss. If you don't like it, I'll never bother you again."

I want to say no. I want to walk away and leave this ridiculous conversation behind me. But something about her — something in the way she looks at me — makes my heart race, and before I can stop myself, my lips are moving.

"Fine," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "One kiss."

It's stupid. It's reckless. But it's happening.

She doesn't hesitate. Chiquita steps forward, her lips meeting mine with an unexpected tenderness. Her kiss is warm, soft, and a little bit dangerous — like she's daring me to kiss her back. I can feel her smile against my lips, but I can't pull away. I don't want to. The kiss isn't like I imagined it would be. It isn't repulsive. It isn't wrong. It's... confusing.

My heart is pounding in my chest, my mind racing. I shouldn't be enjoying this. This goes against everything I've ever been taught. This is wrong.

But as she pulls away, I feel something stirring deep inside me.

"Not bad, right?" Chiquita asks, a playful glint in her eyes.

I swallow, trying to regain my composure. "That was... nothing."

She grins. "Sure, sure. If you say so."

I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do. All I know is that I'm not sure I can look at her the same way anymore.

Chiquita's POV

Well, well, well. That was unexpected.

I've kissed a lot of girls in my life. Heck, I've kissed a lot of people in my life. But there's something about Asa that makes this moment feel different. Maybe it's because she's so... closed off. She doesn't wear her heart on her sleeve, not like the others. She's guarded, perfectionist, and just a little too icy for her own good.

But the kiss? The kiss was anything but cold.

Her lips were hesitant at first, like she wasn't sure if she should be doing this, and then — bam. She kissed me back. That shift was so subtle, so quick, I almost didn't catch it. But I did. And now, I'm curious. Really curious. What's going on behind that cold, polished exterior?

Asa Enami has always been a mystery to me. I've watched her from afar, the perfect businesswoman with the perfect life. But that kiss... that kiss is something else entirely.

I can't let this go. Not when I know I've just uncovered something no one else knows about Asa. Something that might just change everything.

But for now, I'll let her think she's in control. After all, I'm the one who knows the game.