|Hot, intense and furious|

"Even orgasm can't complete the paradise of good sleep," he mumbled.

Ryan yawned out loud, languidly kindling in his slumber when he got wind of annoying daylight trespassing through the flimsy curtains. With a groan, he tried to conceal his poor face, but the sun was stubborn to wake him up. Abruptly, his eyes fluttered open, and he snagged his phone to check the time.

"Holy crap!" he hollered, teetering out of the mattress. "Leona will kill me!" 

He scooted to the living room and stalled stupefied when the handsome man attired in a crisp tailored florid suit established on the couch, wholly seduced by the floor. He was staring at the ornate marble as if he wanted to make passionate love with it.

"Hey, buttercup," Ryan said with diligence, tapping Chul's shoulder twice. 

Chul jolted up as if someone slapped him and looked up at Ryan. He blinked twice before rumpling his face and whacking it in his hands.

"The fuck is wrong with you?" Ryan sought, studying at his tomfoolery. 

Chul heaved his head up. "Your crazy boss locked me up! Jimin has an important meeting. I need to be there!"

Ryan sighed, somnolently disheveling his hair. "Man, that's all? Your face gave me an impression as if poop is stuck in your ass." He wandered into the kitchen, getting Wes following him in indignation.

"I need to get out of here!" he fused while emphasizing the serene whiff Ryan started to brew coffee.

Jimin planted his hand on Ryan's bare shoulder, stridulously winding him around. "Ryan, did you hear me?!" 

Ryan offered him an erotic look and shuffled closer. "What happened, baby? So eager to get out of here. Are you nervous around me?" 

Flabbergasted by the sudden change of semblance, Jimin unwittingly drew a step back. His eyes dilated as his eyes subconsciously ransack Ryan's hard chest and taut abs. He realized his hand was squeezing the muscles of his robust shoulder and quickly retrieved it back. 

Nothing went unnoticed by Ryan. The way Jimin's ear embraced the ruddy glow, his Adam's apple's wavering up and down, eyes avoiding the contact, and constantly wiping his hands on the pants of his suit. 

"I-I am straight," Chul muttered and settled on the stool near the island. Ryan barked out a laugh at the statement. 

"Yeah, I am sure you are straight as plastic scale," he said, proceeding to brew the coffee and winking at the flustered man. "But know, plastic melts near hot stuff." 

Chul's scowling face just provoked his amusement to escalate.

"Why so uncomfortable? You should be proud to chase the dick rather than the vagina. I don't mean to insult the latter." Ryan had never been shy or uncomfortable about his sexuality. He was open and proud of it. The man had fooled around a lot in his teenage years.

But once he set up working for Leona, his priority had been her. He was now adamant to stop fooling around and marry the man whom he will love. As a beautiful tragedy somehow docked Wes in the picture, Ryan officially wanted to resign from his playboy throne. 

Chul rubbed his temples, rumbling, "I have a girlfriend. And I like vaginas, so please stop."

Ryan rolled his eyes. "Do you even know how it looks?"

"Ugh! Stop saying this shit! I am done discussing this. Just let me out."

Chul is gay, or bisexual, maybe? Anything but straight. There was no denying that fact. Ryan could just confirm it based on the way he looked at him as if he wanted to get the soul fucked out of him.

The past few days after being in contact with him, Ryan pretty much figured out that Chul was an introverted guy and a busy bee. He was afraid of being judged and considered the opinions of others. While Ryan was the opposite, he didn't give a shit or two about the society, and for some crazy reason, he wanted Chul to inherit this trait.

The half-naked man served the fuming man the mug of coffee and said, "If you really wanna leave, there's a balcony. Jump off of it. I am sure you will be able to reach company alive."

Poor Chul grimaced hard, "His boss and he, both are crazy freaks."

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"You don't seem to get it." She sighed, repeating herself, "Don't do the shoot with, Sia."

Jimin's eyebrows scuffed into an erudite frown as he let the words shipwreck in his brain cells. 

"Why would I follow what you say?" He followed her moves, hoping to get her twisted psyche.

Leona shrugged. "You are scheduled to do the shoot next week, right? Cancel it. I will keep you busy."

The man frowned in confusion. "Busy with what? What are you talking about?"

"Busy in discussing whatever. Just cancel the shoot," she demanded nonchalantly.

Jimin sneered, ultimately attaining why she was seeking him for this. A smirk tautened his luscious lips as he said, "Just because she made you fall and won the crown years ago, you are willing to play dirty tricks. Didn't know you would stoop that low Leona."

Leona's devilry gleam lost the luster, and the chill and withering look slithered on her face. "Don't talk about the shit you don't know, Jimin."

"I don't even want to know about this whatever mess you have. Just keep it out of my way and I will stay out of your way," he unrelenting declared his words, acquiring a derisive chuckle from her.

Leona admired the crusty diamonds spiffing up her swathed fingers, and uttered, "Chohee."

Jimin froze, eyes clenching his eyes with the abyss of the wild ocean in front of him. The dark Rapunzel smiled, mollified seeing him frazzled over just a name. 

"Her voice, ahhh!" she exaggerated, keeping her hand on her chest, "So sweet! I mean, my heart ached with that sweet voice. I don't have friends in this country you know, should I befriend her?"

"Don't fuck with me, Leona." Jimin gnarred, already mulling over the worst. He could read the underlying essence of her words and the malignity dripping off her tone.

Leona held her hands up in mirth, knowing just a single word could pull the right strings off Jimin  "I don't know what's up with you and that woman, but seems like something very hot and spicy is up."

Jimin sighed, not wanting to deal with her early morning. "You know what? Just leave. You seem to not be in your right mind. You can't order me around as you please. If I remember it right, I should be the one doing it since I am your employer."

She stood, plucking an ebony cigarette from her yet another extravagant charcoal bag. "Don't do the shoot with Sia, that's all I want." 

"You can't-" 

She swiveled and strolled away from the stormy man, cutting off his words. 

Startlingly Jimin grabbed her by her arm and pinned her on the frosty wall in the shadowy hallway. His veiny hand slammed beside her head as he limped closer, squeezing his body against her. Leona's eyes obscure directly riveting into his silver eyes where the violent cold mist snaked creep, menacing to chomp her.

"Firstly, never pull out this shit in my apartment," he growled, yanking the cigarette tucked between her pearly teeth and grimly pelting it on the floor. 

"Second, never walk away when you are talking to me." Jimin pressed his knees firmly against her so she wouldn't get a chance to act. Leona's breath tethered at the proximity and the intensity illuminating his body. Her mind couldn't decode things as they both just stare at each other. 

"Third, don't you fucking dare wrap me around your fingers by using you petty little tricks. I am tolerating you just for your talent. Your skills are worth my attention, time, and money, not you Kwon Leona. Don't be so delusional thinking you are in power. If it wasn't for art, you are nothing," he spat, gritting his teeth.

The same hatred, the same resentment, the same disgust that she witnessed in other people's eyes, his borne all those slaughtering glitters. But there was something else she couldn't detect. 

"At the end of the day, it's me," She smirked. "It's me who you need oh so frantically. I am not using tricks nor I am delusional about what power I possess. You know that if I want I could flip your life. If you have doubts regarding my capabilities, then let me warn you." Her nails chased down his cheekbones, slightly digging in his jaw. She tapped two-finger down his chin. "I have not bounded my boundaries, Jimin. I do what I want, the way I want. So, don't test me."

Jimin lowered his head, even more, perceiving that the plight was in his hand. His aquiline nose bussed against her soft saffron cheek as she darted her eyes away from his numbing gaze.

"What are you up to Leona? What's going on in this hot head of yours?" he asked her, breathing heavily when she pulled her hand back from his skin.

A steamy whisper of his breath tickled extremely close to the corner of her lips and a shudder frenzied down her spine, sprinkling hot coals and intense dust in her blood. A pang of dizziness hit the back of her head with striking white flames.

She didn't like people touching her. She despised it.

She felt dirtier.

The flashes of the brutal trunk of memories slapped her rough, stinging her eyes with undesirable tears. Her broken heart laughed, deriding her~ See, you can't escape. You can't heal my cracks. 

Leona clicked her eyes back to Jimin who was still waiting for her response, unruffled by their intimacy.

"It's fucking you who trapped me here in this country," she spoke, voice solid as if she wasn't close to just shattering. "You!" her nails jabbed his chest harshly.

"I told you, didn't I? I will make you regret it. The piece of the contract you are enmeshing me with will rip you in this mess too," she feuded with him.

Jimin drew his jaw closely, clamping them, expressing the grievance in his bones. The contracting glints of sun and shadows flickered on the smooth skin of his godly figure, giving her a better look at his sharp jawline.

"So, you don't want to work in Park Visions? Is it that you want? You want to run away from the country, again?"

Leona dropped her gaze to his chest, avoiding answering the question. His crazy frame and red-blooded shoulders were applauded with slightly bulky arms and a stuffed chest. His abs were dangerously pressed against her torso the pierce on his nipple grazing the curve of her breast. Anger was prominent in his features and insanely it just made him look sexier. 

"I will repeat myself," he rasped, two fingers raising her chin to bring her face closer to him. "Keep your eyes and hands away from my life, and don't mess with me, Leona." His hot breaths meddled with her zealous breathless gasps. 

"Then don't cross my words. If you want to live your life peacefully, stay out of my way. Or I will be the worst nightmare you would ever confront, Jimin." The hot head shoved him back with a firm thrust on his robust chest and Jimin backed out cause he resolved to let her leave for now.

"And I am not in the mood to go to the company today. So take your sweet time to jerk off to the picture of what's her fucking name? Choh-"

"Fuck you!" Jimin scowled, now blazing in anger and heat. The sweat made out with his temples and neck as he watched her slipping on her shoes.

Leona laughed, embodying her shades. "Oh, I know you dying to."