Trusted

Part 3

Sang's pov

"Bubble POP...ooh ohhhhh oooohhh! Bubble bubble bubble POP!!" I yell my heart out jumping around my apartment yelling and dancing to HYUNA's bubble pop song. Is it old? Yeah.. Oldie but a goodie...

Ahhh.. I missed South Korea.. I ended up taking a mission the academy asked me to cover. It was honestly fun, super unexpected. I did a runway show with a bunch of hot male models. My parter ended up being this guy named Kim woo bin. Total babe. I have to go back I totally wanted to visit Busan!

I keep dancing taking another swig of my malted brandy in hand. Can always count on k-pop and brandy to cure a lonely heart. Sweat beads down my cheek and my hair begins to stick to my skin. I turn the volume lower and start stripping off my clothes heading to my bathroom.

Stepping into the shower I let the hot water run over me and I think back to a time where I forced myself to do this. I just got my apartment by myself during university. Phil said he loved having me but I knew I wanted my space to grow even more and just stand on my own.

After my step mother left me in the shower, naked with water on for hours... it wasn't my favorite activity. I somehow managed to eventually breaking the chair after throwing myself against the shower walls. She was too clonked out on pills to even wake up. Marie was hell knows where. Of course daddy dearest was most likely balls deep in his mistress.

Fuck. Them. All.

After my shower I grabbed my silky pink robe that cut off mid thigh, I threw my hair up in a towel to dry, and I opened a bottle Prosecco. I brought the bottle up to my lips and take a good long chug and belch out so loud it echos across my apartment.

I giggle to myself. Girls burp, fart, shit, all of the other fun stuff. Hell I'd be lying if I said if it wasn't fun sometimes.

I grab my phone skimming through songs to play while I try and think of something to cook up. When a sudden knock comes to my door.

I pause my music and open the door to see the most steel gray eyes staring back at me. We stand there in complete silence for what feels like an eternity but can really only be about a minute. It's finally him who breaks eye contact with the clearing of his throat. I drop my eye contact and examine him. Besides the steel gray eyes he's got dark hair pushed back out of his face and a clean shaven face. He's wearing an Armani? Suite. Dark charcoal with hints of lavender within the buttons and threads.

Should I drop to my knees now? Or should I let him know my name first??? Decisions...Decisions.

I notice he's checking me out as well, I let out a small giggle and give the handsome stranger a little wave. "Hi, can I help you?" I ask him. "Oh, um.. my brothers actually are the ones who hit you earlier. I just wanted to give my formal apologies for the careless incident they've caused you." He says to me extending his hand with a Bouquet of fruit.

Is he Russian too??

I look up at him "I'm not ready for marriage." I tease but keeping my face unreadable. I'd love to see his reaction. Flustered he bats his eyes and scoffs ever so softly.

Owen's pov*

How did... she just.. what?!? First off I did not expect her to look like THAT! She's breath takingly stunning then she's all cute coming out of the shower, and just standing there with a pink soft... silky robe that cuts off at her thighs... that are milky white.... and her fuckjjjing feet at just there looking tasty... why aren't they ju- "I'm not ready for marriage" she says pulling me out of very dangerous thoughts.

"Neither am I, miss?" I ask her. "Just call me Sang, who are you? Besides the man of my dreams."
My face must be blood shot red. She's catching me totally off guard, I'm never off guard. What the actual fuck.

"Aha..ha. I'm Owen Blackbourne please feel free to address me as Mr. Blackbourne, Ms.sang" I tell her. She opens the door wider inviting me in. "Whatever you say Owen, please come in. It's a mess but there's always room for more." I step in and she shuts the door behind me.

Shit. This is going to be trouble.