After years of bouncing around from casino to casino as a poker host, you finally found one that you believed you could spend the rest of your career at, thanks to them, your guys.
Six of the best men you could imagine, each one of them with their o...
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Staring at him a little longer than I should be, I shake my head to pull myself out of the trance that his eyes have pulled me into.
As he holds me in his arms, an unsettling feeling rests in the pit of my stomach realising that I'm in the arms of a multimillionaire. And I worry that me liking him will just be seen as me being a golddigger. When in actual fact it was very clear that I liked him before I was aware of his bank balance. I honestly feel like I wish he never told me.
And there's no denying, as we've all done it, that there is a way that you look at women hanging on the arm of millionaires. We are all guilty of judging them, thinking that they must only be with this man because of their money. In all fairness that is normally only the case when they are hanging on the arm of a 70-year-old man old enough to be their grandfather. You know there is no way in hell that they have anything in common, except maybe his bank manager.
But Jimin is not a 70-year-old man. He is an extremely handsome, caring, hot 20 something that made me smile from ear to ear by giving me a simple book of sudoku puzzles as a gift. A man that would open the door for me, order me McDonald's for breakfast, have restraint when it came to intimacy. Now granted he did give into that eventually, but the way he treated me that night when he kissed me for the first time, I have never felt so respected by a man then I did that night. He could've quite easily given into his urges. But he didn't, he gave me a simple kiss, A respectful smile, and went on his way. It's not too often you find a man with that kind of resilience. And if you do, grab him by his collar and hold on for dear life.
"What are you thinking?" He whispers against my lips, his Cupids bow grazing against mine as he speaks.
"I just..."
"Don't want to look like a golddigger?" He quirks his eyebrows.
"Kinda" I sigh, dropping my head slightly before he hooks his finger under my chin, pulling my head up to look at him again.
"And honestly I get that, that's why I didn't bring you here until after I finally got you in the sack." He chuckles. Holding me closer to his body, his eyes begin to soften as he holds my gaze. His eyes looking deep into mine before pressing our lips together in a soft kiss. "But I know you're not like that Y/N. Trust me, I've seen my fair share of gold diggers, and you are definitely not one."
"Thanks... I guess." I frown, making him chuckle once more.
"Hey, how do you feel about helping me with a little fantasy of mine?" He asks me, taking his bottom lip in his teeth as he waits for my response.
"What kind of fantasy?" I answer him, my mind instantly going back to his hidden sex dungeon.
Following his gaze, I can't help the smirk that forms on my lips as we both look over at his desk in the middle of the office.
"I'm not the type to sleep with a man on a first date Mr Park."
"Oh yes you are." He says, matching my smirk before walking me backwards until I come in contact with the wooden frame. "As of right now beautiful, I am your boss. And you, you have been a very bad secretary. I think you need to be taught a lesson."
