Your Too Sweet [Konigx Reader] ||UnknownRabbit||

24

Arriving at the lobby two minutes late and Simon dressed outside his usual shirt and camo pants, heavy boots, this time he look like a normal guy, A dark green shirt, dark navy jean, his delicious biceps displayed at its full glory, choking on that sleeve shirt hem (sleeve cut it no slack), his silver necklace underneath it, slightly see through under that thin shirt. "Finally."

My breath almost ran away from looking at the Greek god. "Simon." I acknowledge. He eyed me once, scanning me from head to toe with an appreciative nod. I didn't wear any effort just to show that I'm not excited to see him, this is just a mistake in decision. but my heart started beating out of excitement or hormones– I can't identify.

Wearing technical pants and a bustiere that shows my cute lace push up bra with two ribbons at the strap emphasizing a cute but boyish look, Simon's eye easily does not tear away. "Ready?" I shrug and walk while he matches with me, making our way out. "Where are we going?" I ask for specifics. "Jazz bar. Or you have somewhere in mind you want to go." My brow raises up at him as he asks for my side suggestion. "How about we go to a club?" I adjusted my hat and he smiled.

Him without a mask is asking for the death sentence, the man is handsome behind that skull printed mask and even most people rarely see his face, I kinda want to unsee it myself, seeing his face is a blessing in disguise. Like Konig, the military man behind the mask is a killer face despite the scars that show his experience in his field, his rough start, his stories.

"Club it, but let me take you out for a nice meal" My lips pressed together, "Nice meal then." He nodded to me with a handsome smile.

Fuck me side-ward.

Why does he have to smile like that? Can he not smile?

I know my fucking organ will not survive tonight, and totally not help when I'm ovulating.

'Treehouse', that's what this restaurant we decided to eat at. Bamboo, tree, and leaves aesthetic, food served also appetizing. It did not strike me that he was a foodie. The place is such a gem, who would know such a place existed and him being busy in his work could have time to come to places.

The juicy steak burst flavor in my mouth, my stomach rumbled despite it being fed. He recommended it and I just comply. He gets honey roasted chicken for himself and it looks delicious just as it smells– just like the one who's eating it. – I felt like a witch from that Hansel and Gretel story, feeding the unsuspecting children just for the witch to feast on it.

I think this is why God, or any heavenly authorities would not bless me with a good healthy relationship, cause I do not deserve it.

His brown eyes look down at me as he wipe the side of his lips with a tissue napkin. I almost froze, chewing and choking on the meat. My nerves fried and bundled up for an unknown reason, probably it is because I don't want to deal with him or I almost forgot that me and Simon does not spell equal 'well', not after that night that I feel like he's using me out of lust and I'm easily swayed me.

That's on you for not being clear to yourself of your own boundaries.

Damn it!

I should have been clear with myself when dealing with Simon. He is a loose string that I didn't mind tying up because I got preoccupied with a new dopamine which sets my blood into rush and my whole body tingles whenever he is near. Nevermind mysterious. Like some kind of Christmas box present that you just can't help but be curious.

He sat in front of me and it was not that hard to see he was debating if he should speak or wait, either way I spoke first, "It's good." I say not looking at him.

Not really the word I want to say.

He cleared his throat before answering me then he leaned to his side looking casually, "Are you avoiding me?"