Secrets In The Sunset | KTH 18+ ✔️

Chapter Ninety

Unknown Number:
Hello Ava. This is Tamera's
mother, Christine. I got your
message on Facebook and
wanted to see if you'd like
to meet up with us to discuss
the details.

Yes, that would be great!
This afternoon at 12:30?

Unknown number:
Yes, that sounds perfect.

Awesome!
How does lunch
at the Parkview Café
on 12th Street sound?

Unknown number:
We'll see you there!

Thank you so much!

I smile proudly at my phone as I sit up in bed the next morning while Taehyung continues getting ready for work again. The blue light being the only thing to illuminate within the dark room until he opens the door from the bathroom with a white towel loosely wrapped around his waist and hanging intriguingly.

My bright smile slowly turns into more of a dumbfounded look as I watch the water slowly drip down his torso through the dips and curves of his silken honey abs until disappearing into the fabric. His messily soaked hair falls into his eyes as he finishes quickly rough drying it with a smaller hand towel while he looks at me with a boxy grin. The whole scene seems to play out for me in slow motion. How is this man mine?

"What has you so happy this morning?" He asks, snapping me back into reality.

"Oh, uh...remember that teenage artist I told you about while we ate lunch in our house yesterday?" I ask

"Our house, I like hearing you say that. Yeah, I do." He smirks and turns to pull out some underwear from the top drawer.

"Her mom just texted me asking me to meet up for lunch today at twelve thirty." I state as I watch the towel drop from his hips and fall to the floor to showcase his bare ass.

"Twelve thirty? I'll come get you by twelve then." He says as the waistband of his black boxer briefs pop against his skin.

"You don't need to come get me. I have a car." I chuckle.

"Uh...jagi...what kind of man would I be if I let you go meet a stranger from the internet alone? Not going to happen. I'll be here at twelve." He quirks an eyebrow at me before running the brush through his hair.

"Yes sir." I grin, making him bite his lip.

"Careful baby girl." He raises his eyebrow up at me.

"What if I don't want to?" I challenge with a piercing gaze.

He walks over to me, towering over me as I sit up in the bed. With a swift force, he grabs my legs and swings them in his direction while spreading me wide open and pulling me to the edge. The hunger grows in my eyes as I'm being handled with such authority. Grabbing a handful of my hair, he tugs on it coercing me to look up at him and my tongue runs over my lip in an intrigued response.

"You know, I think traffic might be really terrible today. I might not even be able to come in until after lunch." He says in a rich warm tone that makes my walls twitch in response.