Only Strip For Me || JJK [BOOK I] ✔️

24: Girlfriend...

A few days passed possibly almost a week, I was losing track of time. I wasn't checking up on my phone in ambition to ignore the outside world, the outer boundaries of this house. I stretched my arm over above the night stand grabbing my phone. Pressing the home button, missed calls from Hoseok spilled upon the screen. Even text messages.

(9) Missed Calls

HOSEOK:

'Mari, are you sick?'

HOSEOK:

'Is everything okay'

HOSEOK:

'Let me know, so I can let in on your boss some sort of an excuse."

HOSEOK:

'...I hope you feel better. Call me.'

HOSEOK:

'I need to tell you something..'

How would I be able to tell him anything? He'd be disappointed of me, taking an agreement like this so easily. Living in a rich man's house as a sex slave for money. For fucking money. He'd think I'm a gold digger. No, I am. Right? I chugged my phone towards the night stand in frustration, bewildered of what I was even doing with my life.

I heard a groan derive next to me, shifting in bed for a comfortable position.

The silvery daylight shone through the gap of the curtains reflected onto our bodies. My body sore and aching from last night's exercise, Mr. Jeon made it a routine to have sex every night after he came from work. His shifts were longer each day, his stress and anger reflecting with his sexual activity. Going harder and faster was exhilarating but the sex would be for hours... I didn't know that I could orgasm so many times. So many times, in one night. He was stressed from work so he used me to let it all out. Fucking till all his matters could be wiped away, keeping his mind on something else. 

I looked over my shoulder, Mr. Jeon asleep. Sleeping soundly like a baby, his lips puffing out in each exhale, his hands under his ear as his body faced my direction. His features were much softer in sleep, the lines that usually creased his brow replaced by a youthful appearance. I couldn't help but allow a smile to slip on my face, the most innocent that he's ever looked since I've met him.

I adjusted myself to observe him, placing my hands under my cheeks similar to his posture. His hair was a slight mess, strands touching the crease of his eyelids. Reaching over to his in-slumber expression, I softly removed the pieces of hair that could be a bother. The sun now strongly making an appearance, his eyes scrunched due to the troublesome. I quickly peeled off the blanket above me, blocking the sun to make any further entrance. A shadow casted on his face, my arm holding up the fabric as much as it could.

His snoring was no longer audible, I suspected that he had fallen asleep. His eyes opened, a softened gaze enveloped in his pupils. Rather than a piercing glare, his focus pure and almost transparent. The beating of my heart could be heard as silence filled the atmosphere. The only living souls in this room, the both of us.

I was mysteriously lost in his gaze again, I was interrupted in a snap as he pushed my arm down. I hadn't notice how long I had even raised the little shield for.

He held my palm which now rested along my hip, he continued to study me. Rather than provocative but almost in admire...there was an odd glint to his eyes. I shook the thought, that was impossible. Our relationship was just business. Just business.

His lips parted to speak. "I need you to go to a party with me."

"... party?"

He nodded his head against the pillow. "It's my cousin's engagement party, my dad is going to send his secretary to watch me tonight. But I need a date, you'll just have to act as my girlfriend."