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"In the mains?" She asked, confused.

"Yeah, meet here in an hour." Kang said.

"But-"

"I talked to Jungkook. He said you have to come."

"Fine" She gritted out.
  
 
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"Mr. Kim, I told you its alright. Its her job. Plus I know your little interest on our Zia." He said.

"Sir, what are you saying?" Taehyung said, looking down as he tried to hide the pinkish tint on his cheeks.

"Its okay young man!" Kang chuckled, "its normal in your age." He said, making Taehyung embarrassed.

"Around what time will she arrive?" He asked.

"She should be here any moment. Well I'll be off now, its getting late."

"Sure"

They shook hands and Taehyung saw the Ex CEO's figure disappearing in the crowd. He sat near the bar and got a drink for himself as he waited for Zia to show up. It was nearly after three months when the fake pictures were leaked, and Taehyung and Zia had grew close. Close enough for Taehyung to get occasional kisses from the girl. However they weren't dating. She wanted to listen to Jimin and leave Taehyung behind, but her heart always quarreled and didn't let her. Even Jungkook showed his clingy and flirty self in front of Taehyung and sometimes alone too. Jeon's owner side was showing too much recently.

Taehyung's lips curved upwards into a smile, once he spotted the girl. She walked upto the bar and looked around to find Kang.

"Are you looking for someone?" He spoke, standing next to her.

"Oh Taehyung? I didn't see you there." Zia said and greeted him with a hug.

"So..?" He said, wanting an answer for his previous question.

"Uh yeah. Mr. Kang called me here, I have to meet him." She told him.

"Oh well, he left a few minutes ago."

"That's...weird." She said, looking at her phone.

"So now you're free right?" He asked.

"Looks like it" She shrugged.

Taehyung smirked and leaned closer to her while his eyes were staring deep into her blue ones. He pulled back and handed her drink that he just took from the counter behind Zia. She gladly accepted it and thanked him with a smile.

She took the first sip and coughed due to the bitter taste and strong burning sensation arousing in her throat. Taehyung chuckled and patted her back.

"This is strong" she said.

"Its alright" Taehyung said, "It tasted more strong because it was the first time."

"Really?"

"Yep, try it"

And with one gulp she downed the whole drink. Shutting her eyes tight, she prepared herself for the strong effect of the drink, which definitely was strong yet nice. Taehyung laughed at her reaction, earning several hits from the girl.

"Don't laugh!" she said.

"Okay okay!" He said pressing his lips in a thin line to prevent himself from laughing.

"I'll do it better this time!" Zia declared and took another drink, gulping it in one go.

"Let's see" Taehyung challenged.

After a few more drinks, looking at Zia's state, anyone would term her as 'drunk'. Totally wasted. Taehyung smiled at her, he was himself a little drunk.

Keyword: little

Zia stood with the help of his support, with Taehyung smiling at her like crazy. He held her hand and lead her somewhere quieter, which was the lounge area, and sat her on the big comfortable couch. Zia smiled at him and mumbled something in her drunken state, which he couldn't understand.

Was she always this beautiful?

Taehyung couldn't manage to take his eyes off the girl. Her blue eyes, deeper than any ocean were drowning him. Her reddish lips that appeared softer than clouds, tempted him. Her smooth cheeks, which were tinted with a reddish shade due to her drunk state, looked adorable to him. She was wearing a black dress that hugged her slender body remarkably.

He didn't realise when he moved so close to Zia, their faces were centimeters apart. She stared back at him a smile and her eyes half closed. Pushing all the thoughts aside, he leaned even further and let his lips graze over hers. Slowly, first. With second the heat rose as their movements became more passionate. Zia wrapped her arms around his neck, letting him have her.

Taehyung stopped for a moment after a hungry make out session. His eyes weren't all cutesy now, he wanted her. Taehyung wanted Zia more than anything. His gaze felt dominant and assertive. He kissed her again, this time it was more rough and desires overflowed, then helped her stand up and walked towards the elavator.

"Taehyung-ah" Zia called, making him snap out of his thoughts, "my feet hurt" she said pointing at her heels.

It didn't take even a second for Taehyung to crouch down and take off her heals. A shiver crept up Zia's body as her warm feet touched the cold tiles on the floor. Just when he was about to carry her, the elavator door slid open, Zia stepped in first, Taehyung followed closely behind. She pushed him to the side and stood close to him, standing on his shoes. Taehyung smiled at her.

"Its cold" she mumbled.

"I know" he whispered, and turned himself around, so that Zia's back was now against the wall.

Not wasting any second he smashed his lips into hers. Zia's breath hitched by the sudden intimacy, but soon went with the flow. Between lustful kisses, the tinging sound echoed indicating they reached their floor. He carried Zia, wrapping her legs around his waist, not bothering to stop.

Kissing hungrily and stumbling in the hallway, Taehyung somehow opened the door of the room he had booked and entered, slamming the door shut behind him using his leg. He placed her on the bed and hovered on her, not even taking the time to breath.

In the heat of moment, their clothes were off, panting like crazy as they stopped to inhale and exhale for the first time in the last fifteen minutes. Their bodies heated up, sweat trickled down Taehyung's toned chest. The two would call this hot, right now. Obviously. 

By this time, Zia was barely conscious, though she could feel every touch of Taehyung, letting him explore her. Hooked on his tongue like anything, getting a taste of her, going through every inch of her holy skin. Playing the sacred act, not wanting to stop, drowning in each other's bodies, that's what was happening. The heat emerging could burn up anything like fire. They were too indulged in each other's existence, in each other's presence near themselves.

Like she was the rain he wanted to drench himself in, tasting every drop of her. Like she was the book and he was the reader, reading through all the lines and words. He realized he would never be able to get enough of her, which felt beautifully painful to him. He never wanted to stop, wishing the end of this night won't come, hoping for the time to stop. He never imagined he'd be so in love with someone.

The feeling of her in his arms, the taste of her blossom lips, the heat from her body pressed against his, was a different kind of satisfaction. He knew he was addicted the moment he kissed her in the elavator. He knew he had lost it. Every kiss, every touch felt more right and tempting than the previous one.
 

 
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