[COMPLETED]
(Book #1 of 'The Clever Series')
There couldn't be two people more different than each other, but there couldn't be two people more alike, as well.
Perceptive eyes that notice everything.
Battle of wits, with intense romance.
But what...
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Song: Blinding Lights - The Weeknd
A/N: Please forgive me, but this semester end has been a bitch. :((((((((((
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A blast of the powerful central air-conditioning hit her body, for which Ren was incredibly grateful because she commuted to the headquarters of MSBY in almost a daze that Monday morning.
"Shimizu san! Good morning! How was your weekend?"
Ren whipped her head around, and zoomed into the chirpy face of the receptionist of MSBY, Misa-chan. Flashes of sweaty, smooth, and gliding naked bodies under silk-like sheets appeared in her head, dusting some colour on her cheeks in the process.
"It was great Misa-chan! How about you? How's your little hamster?"
"As good as it could be. My hamster feels better so I'm so happy for her! How's your week looking like, Shimizu san?"
"I'm happy to hear that, Misa-chan! My week is quite packed with the promotional event coming up."
"Oh! Fight on, Shimizu san. See you at lunch maybe?"
"Yea! See you!"
She turned around to head towards the private elevator, lugging the thoughts of the weekend that had just gone, as they still swirled around in her head. She was unable to comprehend how quickly things escalated with the blonde, half amazed at the instant sparks between them and half berating herself for losing control in that wanton manner.
But most of her, basked in the feelings for Atsumu that had surged within her over the weekend, even if a tiny part of her couldn't get over their past differences that she had consciously ignored so far. The attraction between them was so intense that every other thought that entered her mind had to be chucked out of the window.
The problem...
According to her, Atsumu had not been able to figure out why they had fought so much.
What if... what if it happens again? And that was the issue...
She couldn't have have been filled with a greater sense of comfort or happiness when she was around him. He left her feeling like her knees had turned into jelly, every time he so much as smiled at her. They were still as open with a hint of mischief as they had always been, but....
But where was that much needed sense of security?
She walked out of the elevators into her office, only to find Atsumu swinging around in her chair while twirling a stray pen in his fingers, looking like the epitome of ennui.
However, the moment he heard the elevator doors open, she could have sworn that his eyes shone with unbridled happiness and excitement.
