CEO At Me

CEO At Me

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"I know you look handsome, but it doesn't allow you to walk half shirtless in my office..... Did you think you could appeal to my workers if you show off your sexiness?" "Ah! You've mistaken. I did appeal, but not to your workers, to you" ----------------------- "Arrogant jerk! What makes him think I'll fall for him, huh!" ---------------------- "I'll make you fall for me, I promise" --------------------- Life in an office works like any other company in this world. But if your working with someone you hate then fate returns the spiciness in life. More hotter it gets when that someone is a higher level than you. You fight, you struggle and you even give up, but eventually give in for what destiny awaits. And remember, Loath is never forever.
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"I could threaten to have you fired again," Jungkook let out and Jimin was momentarily lost for speech, the way only Jungkook seemed to manage. "But I don't have to use threats to make you submit to me," he breathed out as that hand slipped lower, teasing his body through his white blouse which was so thin, he felt his heated skin beneath it. "You talk so rudely, but we both know the truth, Angel," he whispered against his ears as his hands slipped lower, over the ripples of his abs and to the waistband of his pants. Jimin's sane thoughts left him. He forgot where he was, with whom and all the million reasons this was fucking wrong. "And here's the proof." And then a moan slipped over his lips as Jungkook's hands landed on the proof. Over the bulge in his pants, his dick aching and hard, probably since the moment he had entered his office and saw him in that expensive Italian suit. "You want it, Jimin, don't you?" "Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes... please?" Jungkook chuckled darkly as his fingers found Jimin's belt and started to undo it, Jimin's mind turning feral, his breathing coming out faster in anticipation. "That's not what I want to hear. You know what I want you to say. Yes what?" And despite the senselessness of this situation, he knew exactly what Jungkook wanted to hear. Knew it was twisted and wrong and proving Jungkook right. And he still said it. "Yes, Mr. Jeon. I want it."

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