Park Jimin begins working as a secretary for the billionaire Min Yoongi and discovers a man of masculine beauty. He is introduced to a dangerously extraordinary playground, a place where the lustful executives are privileged and extreme fetishes are...
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My editor continues to threaten me, thank you all.
Please help me get back at her. If she doesn't get twitter I will discontinue this book. 😈 JustGoToSleepNow
♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️ Jimin entered through the glass doors again after waving at Hoseok, who was sat typing at his desk. Jimin wondered if he ever got any action, but he was too nervous to ask if Hoseok had a contract with anyone. Hoseok didn't seem to notice him today, he was concentrating on his screen, typing quickly.
Everyone seemed busy again, people running around and phones ringing. Jimin quickly places his bag on his desk next to Taehyung's, before he looked around to find Jin to see if he could help with anything. But both Taehyung and Jin were nowhere to be found. He noticed a black box had been installed onto his desk. It buzzed. Jimin looked around and wondered if Yoongi had it placed, so he walked towards his office.
He knocked.
"Come in," Yoongi called.
Jimin shuffled through the entrance and stood next to Yoongi's desk, "Is there anything you need sir?"
"Yoongi, remember? We agreed you'd call me that, isn't that right kitten?" Yoongi briefly looked up from his work, "I need a black americano, sooner rather than later."
Jimin nodded and almost ran out towards the kitchen, he opened the door and froze on the spot.
Taehyung was shirtless, his head rolled back, his eyes closed as Mr Jeon sucked on his neck, clearly biting the skin from behind. Hoseok was there too, kissing his chest, his tongue rolling around Taehyung's nipples. Taehyung moaned.
Jimin didn't know why he was holding his breath. Should he leave or should he go to the coffee machine?
His feet were grounded. It was too late. The door had already closed behind him.
Then three pairs of eyes looked his way.
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