Only Strip For Me || JJK [BOOK I] ✔️

26: The Dirty Games Begin

Powder, blush, contour.

Lipstick.

My makeup was professionally applied, the radiant lights of the vanity stinging my eyes. She heavily sprayed a setting mist so my makeup wouldn't dare to budge. I glanced through the mirror searching for Mr. Jeon. He was nowhere to be found.

"Miss, you can follow her for your dress fitting." The makeup artist began to clean her table.

I nodded my head and followed the lady in a uniform waiting to dress me. The treatment that I was receiving was if I was royal. I don't know how I managed to live a lifestyle in noble before, it felt too much. Too confined.

The dress zipped adequately, with my makeup and hair done in an elegant bun, I looked quite glamourous. Peeking down at my feet, my shoes were inappropriate with the attire. I cared to wear them for now and left the accommodation.

I could feel my chest in rapid thumps from the sighting before me... Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Dear god, I'm sure the sound was noticeable.

Mr. Jeon was fixing his black bowtie, his suit a jet-black color with thin stripes of white line as a pattern accompanied underneath by a white fitted dress shirt. His exterior fresh and clean, the suit he'd worn different from our meetings at the club. His style was overflowing with sexiness. He looked mature, a boss as a matter of fact.

He glanced up at my presence from the full standing mirror. His hand remaining at the rim of his neck and his mouth pulled apart. My face heating from his frozen form, blinking in shyness. Why was I even bashful?

"How do I look?" I lifted the skirt gently up.

He cleared his throat and spun around to receive a full glimpse of me. His eyes fell to my feet. I pushed the tips of my shoes together, my fingers interconnected on my torso in embarrassment.

He snapped his fingers in the air, a fixed focus on me. A lady walked in with a pair of dark pearled heels, my eyes enlarged from its beauty.

He took the glistening pieces of wear in his palms, bending down like a gentleman, he removed my filthy work shoes swiftly and adjusted the heels on my feet. They were beautiful.

I watched him in a serious manner doing the task, quiet and relaxed.

He stood up, eyeing me once more, head to toe. "Perfect." He smiled. His bunny teeth extenuated and his eyes a little small from the grin.

I laughed at his adorable expression.

"What? How do I look?" He unwrinkled the rim of his collar exposing his cut jaw.

"Good." I nodded as if he was passable and pressed my lips together.

His body inched towards me, my chest almost in contact with him. His hand slid around my waist pushing me closer, his hot breath tickled my nose. His pupils falling to my lips, fingers drawing down my oblique.

"I wanna fuck you." He whispered hoarsely along my painted lips, mouth almost brushing against mine. My hands glided up his chest to block his further movements.

"...right now might not be a good time.." My right hand gradually meeting his torso. I seized the opportunity to provoke him as the worker approached us from behind.

"Beautiful couple!" She cheered.

He grabbed my hand in his, smiling nervously.

"We should go, otherwise we'll be late honey." I stroked his index finger with a smirk. A hand buried in his pocket, his tongue balling in his mouth in frustration.

I was starting a dirty game for the night and I think I'd win it.

A/N: Sorry for this short chapter...I'm excited for the next couple ones though! ALSO, I have a short story that I just published, it is called Desert Dusk. Ft. my- I mean our lovely Yoongi loll. All three chapters are up! I hope you guys will give it a shot, let me know what you think about it, my heart honestly hurts in a good and bad way after writing this piece. Thank you! I'm so thankful for the support!💕

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