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"Oh no, don't give me that look, Mousey!" 

I can tell she's judging me by the temperamental purrs that rumble one after the next from her well- rounded and furry body.

"I'm doing this for the both of us!" I whine and Mousey just stares at me blankly, letting out another meow of annoyance.

I scoop the plump feline into my arms running from the room when I hear the persistent chime of the doorbell.

Its the movers. I'm putting all my stuff into storage because I'm moving in with my new...boss?

"Can I even call what I'm doing a job?"

"Sure you can!" Hoseok answers, chuckling under his breath and I give him a hard shove in the shoulder to make him stop.

"Are you making fun of me?" I frown, placing my hands on my hips.

"No!" he answers defensively before backing away and collapsing onto the worn out, mustard sofa behind him.

I hate that thing and can't wait to bid it good riddance. It came with this God-awful apartment when I moved in and my bills never allowed me the extra cash to replace it.

"Is being paid to be someone's girlfriend/ sex-slave what you would call a job?" I question Hoseok. "It isn't exactly a job, now is it?" 

Hoseok has been my best friend since I moved to the city straight out of University and we've been inseparable ever since. I can tell him anything. He's a good listener, we have loads in common and he always has my back. I know that might sound weird. A guy and a girl getting along that well and there being nothing between us. It even freaked us out a little bit at the start how well we got along. So we tested the boundaries many times, you know a little peck on the lips here, a wandering touch there just to see if things would take a turn and they always remained platonic. 

He's my brother from another mother. I'm glad that I have him because after my parents died in that car accident four years ago, I've had no one else but him to count on. 

"Listen, Diana. I've known Yoongi since we were kids, you've gotta trust the process!"

"Ah, that's right. I wouldn't be turning myself into a sex worker if it weren't for you inviting your secret group of hot-shot friends to the club last weekend!"

Hoseok recoils on the mustard lump of fabric and mouldy sponge to shoot me a harrowing look. "Diana don't blame me for this! And besides, look at you moving out of this dump to a sprawling mansion!"

"Is it ....sprawling? Really?" I can't help but ask, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"I've only been there once or twice," Hoseok recalls, "But I can definitely tell you that it was 'sprawling'!" 

Hoseok decided to come clean the following day. 

As soon as I told him about the guy named Yoongi who treated me like I was a piece of meat for sale, he went all cross-eyed and couldn't stop himself from telling me the truth. 

Turns out, he knew Yoongi and the other five guys would be there. They were all friends. He had even told Yoongi, who was single and looking for a new interest, about me!

Why?

I have no idea.

"Does this mean you think I'm cute?" I tease, pinching his cheek as I flop my weight down on the couch next to him. He aggressively swats my hands away and we end up tangled in an awkward arm wrestle. 

Mousey intervenes by shrieking loudly and jumping onto his head. That was enough to bring an abrupt end to our play-flight. 

After that night at the club, Yoongi found me at the coffee shop. Only two days after our dalliance on the terrace, I was propositioned by this, Min Yoongi once again. 

This time, in a less forward manner. He waited quietly at a table in the corner of the cafe until the last customer trickled out of the door. Left alone to close up he asked me to sit with him. I was caught off guard by his calm presence and somewhat sweet demeanour as he made small talk with me asking me about my day and complimenting my perfume. He emanated an aloof sort of charm and his quick witted and dry sense of humour won me over as we chatted about what we hated in common. I couldn't help countering his cynicism and glib remarks with some clever comments, myself. I began to enjoy his company in the twenty minutes that we sat crouched together at the wobbly legged cafe table.

So I admit it.

I kinda liked him. 

He was young, good looking, rich and he wanted to fuck me.

Most guys would be satisfied with maybe one night. We would both get the pleasure we wanted out of it and go our separate ways. But Yoongi was peculiar. Instead he insisted that I move into his place for the next three months.

Three months.

That's how long he wanted me for and that would be it. No strings attached.

It was all part of our agreement.

And when I say agreement, I mean a solid contract. Yoongi even produced a full legal document which he brought along with him to the cafe. It detailed every aspect of my obligations to him which I would sign off on once I'd agreed to the terms:

'*get a full round of STD tests done.

 *no dating or sleeping with other guys outside our agreement.

 *live at the 'Min Mansion' premises on a full-time basis so that my services were always available.'

 *always wear my hair up and away from my face.

The list went on..

I cleared my throat loudly when I stumbled upon the word, 'services'.

Uncertainty took a hold of my conscience in a menacing grip again.

"Y-yongi. Look.....I'm" I stutter, letting the leaves of the wordy document skim through my fingers as I let it fall closed on the table.

"I know what you're gonna say Diana. And I agree. No, you're not 'that kind of girl'. I know that. You know that. I'm not asking you to be a whore. I'm asking you to be my whore..."

"Excuse me!" the legs of my chair screech as I make to get up before Yoongi clamps a firm grip around my wrist on the table. 

"Diana." I can feel goosebumps prickle at the nape of my neck at the sound of his voice calling my name.

"Do not mistake my intentions. Their not at all, bad. I just do things differently. I live my life in a unique way that others may question but it works for me. You see, I'm a busy guy. I have a lot of money and very little time."

I raise an eyebrow. 

It was simply mystifying the way that he always seemed to intrigue me with his words, pulling me right back in just when I wanted to walk away... 

He steadies his dark and compelling gaze on me. 

"That means I can't do regular relationships. I prefer not to. They waste my time, effort and energy. But I still desire that closeness....that intimacy...." 

Our eyes become locked on one another's. Suddenly my breathing requires just a bit more effort.

"If I was a normal guy, first I would ask you out on a date. Then, I would get to know you and spend time with you. I would ultimately ask you to be my girlfriend. But I'm not a normal guy and I don't have girlfriends. I have 'dolls'.

"Dolls?" I ask.

"Yes. And I want you to be my doll, Diana. You're not a prostitute. That is not what this is. I simply like you... a lot. I just have a different way of doing things."

I take a deep breath in, my mind still processing the enticing conundrum that this unexpected opportunity had landed me in all of a sudden. 

Yoongi interrupts my thoughts, circling the top of my palm with his index finger as my hand laid still on the table.

"Its truly very simple Diana: You give me whatever I want and I....give you everything that you ask. Whatever your little heart desires.."

My mind immediately flashes to a picture image of my zero bank balance and fifty thousand dollars worth of student debt remaining in the bank and I pause for thought before grabbing the pen.

"So I sleep with you for three months and that's it?"

Yoongi reclined triumphantly in his chair across from me, showing his cute gummy smile again. Its just as, if not more adorable as I remember it from two nights ago when we met.

"That's it..." he drawls in an alluring deep voice.

Flipping through the pages of the document, I didn't read most of it. 

After the first leaf, my mind began to swirl with confusion and so I just skipped ahead thirty pages and signed the bottom of the last page. 

He reaches out and holds my hand causing me to stop and focus on him.

"But remember Diana, this is strictly business. No feelings, no drama. We are not in a personal relationship. You belong to me for three months. You work for me and then we part ways. Got it?"

This is intense. I swallow.

"Got it! I couldn't agree more! Three months, no strings attached." I raise my left hand, stretching my arm out across the table and he takes it in a firm handshake.

"So when do I start?"

"Tomorrow."

I swing the door open, expecting the movers but instead a dashing, lean figure cloaked in an expensive black coat and turtle-necked jumper greets me instead.

"What a pleasant surprise," I purr and so does Mousey.

Yoongi looks down at the fluff ball beside me. Mild disdain, afflicting his attractive features. 

He takes me by surprise, his fingers cup my chin, tugging me in gently towards his mouth where he plants a soft kiss to my lips. 

I languish in his loose embrace feeling stunned.

"....Erm, well hello to you too!" I chortle, "Do you wanna come in?"

"No." His reply is short and final.

"What are you doing here anyway? I haven't even moved my things to storage yet.."

"We agreed you would start today."

"Yoongi, its 7.30 in the morning!"

"Early bird catches the worm!" he quipped and I scoff in astonishment. He assesses the bewildered look on my face.

"The movers will come and take your things today, just leave a key under the mat. You and I....we're leaving now."

"Why don't you ever ask me anything? You're always showing up and telling me what I'm gonna do. That's a really rude habit you know? You should fix that!" I eye him beadily and he stares back, unfazed by my remarks.

"I'm your boss, remember?"

"Oh please.."

"Just get your stuff, Diana. The car is waiting downstairs."

"Okay, okay!"

I put mousy in her carrier, gather my small suitcase and handbag, casting one last sweeping glance around as I head back to meet Yoongi at the door. 

He glares at my hand when he sees me approach with the pet carrier in hand.

I give him a stern glance to match his glare.

"She's coming along with me or you can forget about it!" I say sternly enough that it gets my point across. 

Mousey was a definite deal breaker for me.

"Fine. You can bring the cat.... just keep a good eye on that thing. I don't want it prowling all around my house!"

'Don't worry!" I warble, "She's a good kitty. Aren't you mow mow!!?" I make a kissy-face at the netted window of the carrier to the fed-up feline inside.

She gives a lazy mewl and turns her plushy bum to face the carrier door in response.

Yoongi looks on, unimpressed.

"Okay!" I say brightly, "Shall we go?"

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