The Hired Groom ::vixx fanfic::

10. The hired groom

10. The hired groom

〃If so..〃

-peubbb-

N squinted at that cruel apple frappe as she suddenly sat on the floor and got her hands up the air. N's eyes closed in a minute, knowing he would receive another pach. But thing didn't go according to the expectation when Dasom shook his arm and rubbed her palms in a puppy manner. She was so cuteee. Those big blackie eyes were giving him a kitten charm. Ahhh, wake up, N! Don't fall in her trap! But that full stick-out lip.. Apple!!

Anyway, the next sentence of her just shut all N's squeal and it turned to quack quack. That scary request floats in the air again.

〃Please oppa! Let's get married!! Pleasex10〃 He flipped his hair in an arrogant way and shook his head.

〃NO! I'm not an easy boy~ Especially, when it's related to my freedom.〃 Though marriage was a common thing, you could ask the men out there.. Almost 99% would shake their heads to death and ran for their life of course. Who wanna get married while there were many cute and hot girls out there? And ended up their freedom with just a person? Except it was their lover one. Not to talk about him.. Marriage was a ban! Unless that girl shared the traits with his mother.

〃But my grandma will die!!〃 Dasom wiped off her tear, seeing N's cold facial expression. She stood up when this guy didn't negotiate with her no matter means.

〃Let's get married!〃

〃Ahh, I'm gonna record this and play you the answer. Simple and short: NO〃

〃Agree or I'll let out your secret.〃

〃Are you kidding me?〃 N turned sweaty as the lady ahead was his secret keeper.

〃Just tell me! How much? I'll hire you for three months!〃 Seeing that shock-to-death face, Dasom walked to her secret drawer and unlocked the key. Frowning, N stared those batches of papers without a blink. They bounced in Dasom's palms. With that evil smirk but sexy to him, Dasom looked like one of a daring mafia girls. Her reach-the-back hair was soaking through the previous struggling with his pants(Coz she was trying to separate him from his mommy koala bear)

The sweat dropped down her chin and rolled to her chest then disappeared in that U-neck t-shirt. N gulped. Without realizing, his arms were already off his mommy(bed leg). But it was just a second when one of the batches hit his head. His eyes squinted with that symbol of dollar.

〃Your payment for the upcoming three months.〃

〃Who said I accept your request? And where do you get these from?〃 N scowled in disappointment when she acted like he was a manwhore who could do anything, especially with his body for money. If she wanted it, he would happily throw her to another heaven. And if she told him few rational reasons, like she loved him blah blah blah he would consider that request. But this was just.. He just got up from his sweet dream and what was this? Urghh, his brainnnnn

N glared at that tiny face and shoved the money back to her. He didn't get what was wrong with her. But he really wanted that innocent apple frappe back.

〃Your cheque that day..〃 Dasom bit her lip in revenge. Although she forgave him, that cruel sentence and his brutal action still couldn't erase from her brain. Dasom stared down the chequeーthe batches of dollars in her hands. She thought that piece of cheque would not hurt his head. Thus, she withdrew it in cash. And waited for another meet up, though the possibility was so low. She just kept them and would replace that crazy jerk's head with a target if she did find him. The throw would release his bad blood faster. Just a piece of paper would not wake him up.