I was easy.
At least that's what tonight was proving, but the man behind the wheel didn't make me feel like I was going to regret anything that was about to happen.
It must be because of my heart break.
Because of my hurt.
Sleeping with him was going to be my way at getting back at my ex for what he did at least that's what I decided.
As we pull into his apartment on the luxurious side of Seoul I start to panic especially when he turns the car off. He hops off rushing to my side and pulls my door open for me. We take the elevator to the 56th floor, he holds my hand until then, squeezing it every now and then while I look out at the view. The tall buildings and moving cars that brighten up the night seem beautiful unlike me.
But through the reflection of the glass I see him watching me.
The way he looks at me makes me feel as if I'm the most beautiful girl he's ever laid eyes on. But I doubt it, with those looks even the most stubborn of girls would succumb to his feet. Finally on the 56th floor we head over to his room, which also has a great view of the city, a pool, Jacuzzi and a giant fish tank.
He must be loaded, I thought.
I set my purse down on the kitchen counter and take a seat while he pulls out a bottle, and two shot glasses. While he pours the alcohol I light another cigarette and take a long drag before blowing a puff of smoke from my lips. He's starring at me with his eyebrows arched in surprise. "What?" I ask.
Taking the glass from his hand I drink the shot in one take. "You're not like usual girls." He admits.
"Why? Every girl you bring here the shy type?" He blushes, it must be true then. I roll my eyes and reach for the bottle pouring myself another shot and downing it again all in one. "I hate those types."
"That's how all of them are." He says.
I laugh at his comment. "Then I hate them all." I shrug and lift the cigarette to my lips, pausing before I take another drag. "How old are you?"
The question confuses him. "23?" My eyes widen, I was four years older than him. "Aren't you the same age?"
Another outrageous comment. "No, I'm 27." He seems surprised.
I stand taking the bottle with me and he follows behind. I walk out to his balcony watching the night life as I press the bottle to my lips and chug some down. Once the burning makes my stomach tingle I stop. Looking over to him I feel my stomach tie in knots with the way he looks at me.
I start to feel a buzz take over and I knew it'll only be a matter of seconds before it finally hits me. But by then he takes the bottle in my hands and sets it down on the floor, he closes the space between us and I drop my cigarette onto the floor too. "Do have any idea how much I want you right now?" He pressed himself into me and it was the first time I felt the hard outline of his cock. He groaned and tossed his head back as he lightly ground himself into me.
I feel myself go rigid. It was happening, no it was going to happen and when he leans in and presses his lips into mine I lose it.
He stroked my hair with his hand and continued his dangerous descend of exploring my body with his free hand as he kissed me. The more he kissed me the more I felt like I was going to die if he didn't do anything now. But when he broke away I groaned in frustration. "Is it alright?" He asks.
I laugh. "I thought it was obvious Mino." I whisper.
His smile widens and suddenly he lifts me off the ground and into his arms and back into his apartment we are. He walks us over to the bedroom where he tosses me onto the bed before finally climbing onto my body.
He's biting his bottom lip. "You're too beautiful." He tells me.
And then suddenly his lips are over mine again.
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KHIP-HOP Mini Series
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