Paint Me Darker (ChanBaek ff) Under REVISION

CHAPTER 2

Sir? "We've arrived, sir."

I quickly open my eyes. Despite the fact that I'm still wearing my sunglasses. I just noticed my lovely private attendant on my private plane.

I grin from ear to ear as I recall how many times I fucked her on this plane. So I'll leave it at that. I'm not in the mood to fill someone else's void with my colossal c*ck.

I took a firm grip on both sides of the chair and stood up straight.

I can see her disappointment in her eyes. Because she was used of being fucked hard all the time.

She immediately calls me when I turn my back. I smirked as well.

"U-uh s-sir," she stutters, making fidgety movements.

" I don't feel like fucking anyone right now. Take a hold of your C*nt!" I told her.

As I take a step down to the ground below. A strong wind began to brush against my entire body. I cinch up my suit and I fixed my Shades. As I move my gaze around.

It feels great to be back in business. As I take deep breaths, I can feel a gust of cold wind.

YEAH FUCKING KOREA. COLD AS HELL.

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I was standing at the airport's entrance panting because I thought I was running late. Shit.

I hurriedly entered the airport, my gaze wandering everywhere. My right hand is clutching a cup of coffee. Yeah, my head is still throbbing. I was drenched in perspiration.

When I became aware of something.
Fuck? How would I know if it was him? I'm not very familiar with his features. WHAT A GENIUS! I cursed my own name.

I came across a bench and decided to take a seat since it was still 9:49 a.m. I crossed my legs and set my cup of coffee down beside me. I'm not sure if I'll look presentable because I'm wearing a loose White polo with two buttons unclasped down to my chest because I was fucking panting and can't breathe. And a pair of faded jeans, Vans shoes, and, of course, my ID lace. I don't fucking care about my hair anymore. All i can remember that it's parted both sideways. I was impatiently looking back and forth unto my wrist watch. Cursing.

"What if he's already here Earlier?" I muttered something.

When a man in a suit suddenly approached me. He appears to be hot as fucked. He has broad shoulders and is extremely tall! What a perfect man he is.

I suddenly regain control of my fucking Whore self. And I had no idea he had already stopped walking in front of me.

I gave him a perplexed look. As if he's a total stranger. Because he obviously is.

"Please excuse me. Mr. Byun Baekhyun from East Publishing Inc, Right?"

He inquired politely, but Ozing with hotness and coolness. Damn.

I was stunned for a while but eventually had the courage to speak up.

" "Yeah. By any chance, how do you know who I am?" I inquired.

"My name is Lucas Wong. Parks, Mr. Secretary"

He walks in and introduces himself. As he lends me a hand, I suppose it's for us to shake hands.

Even his name is Fucking attractive. Lucas Wong, I tried so hard to be normal that I forgot about my Whore self. Because, fuck it, this is work!

I was hesitant to take his hands, but I ended up shaking him.

"You're Mr. Parks' secretary, I see. Hello, my name is Byun Baekhyun and I'm the Deputy Chief Editor at East Publishing." I am able to introduce.

After that, he smiled.