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Naughty or Nice? (CS#4)

"Do we have a deal, gentlemen?" One man named, Kim Namjoon asked after pitching his idea to the board room. The other six men, including myself, agreed, and closed this deal.

After the pop of the champagne bottle and having small convos here and there, it was finally time for us to go home. Well... Almost all of us.

I was tipsy, and I felt like I needed a little fun. It is Christmas. I demanded my chauffeur to take me to Club Chaleur.

Resting my head on the headrest, I peeked out the window to see snow. Ah, snow. So many unforgettable memories involving snow. Snow comes once a year, but these memories remain forever.

She suddenly comes into mind. My first love, and my first heartbreak: Yoon Hayeong.

I was with her for two goddamn years. Around Christmas last year, I was supposed to propose, but I found out that she only wanted me for my money. Hayeong faked everything since the day we met. I was too stupid to realize the bullshit. With no hesitation, I immediately broke it off with that bitch. Since then, I've been out and about; slept with girls here and there to numb the pain. Forbes even called me "Business' Playboy." Hah. They ain't wrong.

Mom even tells me off sometimes to settle down, and find someone. Maybe one day I will, but for now, I'll play around.

Before I knew it, we were already outside of Club Chaleur. I thanked my chauffeur, and said that I'd just call him to pick me up. Once I opened the car door, a multitude of bright flashes surrounded me. Thank God I was wearing shades. If I wasn't, my head would've hurt like a bitch. Four glasses of champagne wasn't a good idea.

I finally walked into the club, and took off my shades. Vibrations bounced off the walls, and a sea of bodies mashed together on the dance floor. I could feel hands touching me in the most private of places. Following security guards, they led me to the VIP lounge. To be the best, you must get the best.

Wealthy businessmen sat in the lounge, watching women spin around on poles, while others were led into rooms. One woman caught my eye. The way her body swayed along with the music mesmerized me. It was like I was under a trance. Damn, she was fucking sexy. I sat down on one of the chairs, and watched her.

"Six feet under she gon' get that fucking paper" played in the background as she twirled around the pole.

My eyes were burning holes into her body. Thanks to the amount of champagne I consumed earlier, it was hard to contain myself. I want her, and I want her now. A boy's gotta have a little fun right?

I continued watching her work that pole. Her eyes met mine, and she made her way down the stage to me. It's like she read my mind. A smirk tugged on her face as she swayed her hips towards me.

I chuckled, and shook my knee. I felt anxious, yet excited the closer she came. She stood in front of me, and gave me a stare that sent shivers down my spine. Babygirl was fucking hot.

Her hands slowly made their way up my chest to my neck as she sat down on my thighs. With no hesitation, she grinded against my crotch. A small moan escapes my mouth as I felt her rub against my hardening length.

She noticed what was going on, and a smug look appeared on her face. Closing the space between us, I whispered in her ear. "How about we go into the room, and continue from there? How does that sound, baby?"

I heard a quiet "mhmm" from her. Getting off of my lap, she tugs on my sleeve and says "follow me."

Standing up from my chair, I followed her across the room of men. She held my hands tightly as if I was going to let go.