ℳ𝓎 ℛ𝓊𝒾𝓃 | 𝐺𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡ℎ

𝑴𝒓. 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕

𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I adjust the scarf on my neck to let air through. Sitting here and listening to Gemini's side of the story was nail biting. And while the Air Conditioner was on, the thick ass scarf on my neck made the surface sweaty and sticky. But I have to keep it on unless I want all the person here know what we did last night.

Sitting across from me, Gemini smirked at my movement and the urge to punch him was real. But that would be too cruel considering he just explained how he saved me.

"Well that's....cruel" I say, avoiding eye contact with Gemini.

"How's that cruel? He saved you" Mark says, completely oblivious to the tension.

"The prim part is cruel. The others are ok.."  I reply

"Only ok?" Mark tries to argue again but I stand up, stopping him on the spot.

"Uh..Gem?" I say, scratching the back of my head. Still avoiding eye contact.

"Hmm?"

"Can you...show me where the restroom is?" Finally I look at him. Instantly regret it as he was still smirking.

"Sure, baby"

He stands up and walks ahead of me. Pretty sure everyone realized the tension by now so I avoid everyone's eyes and follow Gemini upstairs.

We were walking in silence and suddenly, a yelp escaped my mouth as I was shoved into a room. Gemini pinned me against the door, trapping me between him and the big ass door.

"W-what are you doing?" I say, pressing a hand on his chest.

He doesn't answer. Instead, he takes my scarf off smoothly.

"W-what-" I was cut off as he placed a finger on my lip.

He leaned down, nibbing at my neck. I wanted to push him away, to deny his touch but instead I found myself leaning into it.

Gently, he swirled his tongue around the bruise as if trying to numb it. I hissed when his tongue founds it way to the scar. The one he made with a knife. It healed long time ago but it did leave a small scar.

Suddenly, he pulled away and I open my eyes, groaning at the loss of touch. He stepped back and only then did I take in the room.

It was nothing special. A floor to ceiling window and a long meeting table.

I clear my throat and pick up the scarf.

"Uh...is...this where you have your private meeting?" I ask, scrambling to wrap the scarf around my neck.

"No. I have another place for that. My house is too private and no one other than Joong and Mark knows where I live"

"So...what's the point of this room?"

"I don't know. I never use it anyway"

Wow. Must be nice to be filthy rich huh.

I give him a dirty look and he just smirks.

"But I will use it after you move in here" He says and I roll my eyes. When did I say I will move in?

"Why?"

"Because then, I can bend you over the table and fuck you until you're senseles-" I don't let him finish. I hold up a finger and close my eyes

"You're fucking disgusting"

A low chuckle rumbles from his chest and he throws his head back.

"Let's go. They must be waiting"

He nods and wipes a droplets of tears from the corner of his eyes.