Mr. Kim had driven me home yesterday, JungKook taking a separate car to which he was ready to depart. Once I made it home I showered again and got ready for bed, only opening my eyes this morning as my phone rang. It was a number I hadn't seen before. "Hello?" I answer it.

"I hope it's not too early darling." I can hear JungKook's voice on the other end and it wakes me up a bit. I pull the phone away for a brief second, only to look at the time. The time reads that it's eight am.

I clear my throat. "A bit, but it's fine. Is everything alright?" I ask and he hums to assure me.

"Yes everything is fine, just wanted to talk with you. I have a meeting in an hour and I'm a bit tense if I'm being completely honest" he is truthful with me. It almost makes me want to be with him to help in any way to relieve him, but he's an hour away. But I'm sure he's used to such things.

"Why are you tense?" I ask and I can hear the small frustration in his voice.
"Well for one my assistant for the Tokyo location was supposed to meet with an investor, and help with putting money towards the restaurant, which I don't need, the publicity is what I want, but he flaked last minute. He's fired but still, I needed someone to be here".

I don't know much about restaurants besides the fact that people go there to enjoy meals. And I know nothing about running a restaurant. "So what are you going to do?" That is the only question I can ask. Again, I know nothing.
He clears his throat and I hear a bit of shuffling. "I have no choice but to hire someone else, but I'm afraid that I'll have to stay here for longer. Maybe another day or two, just to make sure everything will be settled" he says and for some odd reason I feel a bit disappointed.

Oh right. He said that we would meet after my shift to discuss the terms of the contract he wants me to sign. And I've never been more prepared to do such a thing in my life. I mean I feel as if I have nothing to lose.

Maybe my self-respect and dignity but who the hell cares about something like that when there's someone as hot as JungKook to take you up on a offer?

I just have to figure out exactly what it is that he wants from me.

"And again love I deeply apologize for having to leave you like that yesterday," he tells me but I am quick to brush it off.

"Don't worry. I promise it's fine. I wouldn't want to stop you from working" I say and he hums.

"I hope you feel that way darling. Work sort of messes up my schedule".

Again. I don't mind.

"So today we were supposed to discuss the contract," he says as I nod, soon speaking up as I remembered that he couldn't hear me.

"Yes. We were" I say.

"If you're eager I could have my assistant drop the contract off to you so you can go over it before we meet" I stop him mid-sentence, interrupting him softly.

"No, I'd like to go over it with you. Just so we are on one page, and if I'm confused about something I'd like for you to help me".

"That sounds lovely darling. I'd love to be there to help you when you need it" he almost sounds like he means it and the lean in his voice convinces me that he's too excited about it.

"So where will we meet? Whenever you can get back to our city." I'm not sure if he'll have a fixed time and date since his schedule is so wonky.

"We may meet wherever is convenient. But I'm looking forward to bringing you back to my brother's hotel. He has an entire dining hall, with five-star chefs, some of the greatest food you'll ever have" but of course, he does have a set time and date. And yes, that pasta was amazingly delicious.

"Why do you keep taking me to his hotel? You want to fuck me there?" The words fall from my mouth before I can push them back in but his response makes me glad I didn't hold back.

"Minnie I'd like to fuck you into the middle of next week" his tone is sharp, making me suck in a small breath.

"But a hotel is not where I will fuck you for the first time." I swallow at his words.
"My brother's hotel is luxurious, quite frankly one of the cleanest hotels I've ever been to, and I'm not just saying that because he's my blood. There is nice food, and I have something arranged for the two of us. But I will take a mental note that you do not like hotels" he says.

I take back my words. "No, that's not what I meant. I was saying it as a joke." I say.

He gives me a very short and tempered hum. "I'm not getting the joke, but once again I will not fuck you until we have the contract settled".

I let out a small groan. "Can we stop talking about the contract? You talk about it as if you'll own me, and I don't like it".

He chuckles lightly. "Darling that's because I will. But you're right, enough of that. What time are you in for work?" He asks. He will? He's crazy. But I ignore him.

"Ten am. I leave at six, like always. And I have the day off Friday". Usually, I'd flip his question and ask one of my own but I'm sure he has no clue what his schedule has lined up for him.

"So then we'll arrange something nice for Friday? Maybe we'll go to dinner or do something lovely of your choosing." He says.

"So nothing before then?".

He lets out a small chuckle. "If I'm able to, love. If I'm not stuck here for more than I planned then I shall be home soon, but if not we'll be apart for a few days. If you're eager I could have Mr. Kim drive you here to me".

"Why do you keep saying it like that?" I question the tone of his voice. 'If you're eager' as if he doesn't want the same. But I'm not eager about anything. It's just good to know.

He chuckled. "No dolcezza don't take it the wrong way. I'm eager to see you so I say that in hopes that you feel the same. I don't mean to offend you" he tells me.

I hum. "dolcezza? What does that mean?" I've never heard of that word before.

"Means sweetheart in Italian" he answers me.

I hum. "Nice. You'll make Italian-Korean babies one day".

He chuckles lightly at the sound of it. "Well if they're with you they'll be four in one. That's if you're not mixed right?" He asks.

"Not really. Both of my parents are African American" My mother's father's father is Native American, but I'm not too in touch with that.

"Then they'll be Korean, French and Italian as well," he says.

"French?".

He hums. "My mother is French and Italian, my father is Korean. Not sure how the two didn't clash but they love each other" he chuckles lightly before I hear a knock on the door.

"Okay sweetheart I'll have to go. I'll call you whenever I can". I tell him goodbye before the line goes dead. Since it's still early I roll over and manage to get another hour of sleep before I have to get up and get ready for work.

୨୧💗 ୨୧💗 ୨୧💗 ୨୧💗 ୨୧💗 ୨୧💗

The day drags on, and nothing much happens. I was stuck keeping count for the books so I wasn't really happy about that. I think it's Jay's way of saying fuck you to me but I don't care. I owe him nothing.

When my shift is over like always I walk towards the left for my car, but Mr. Kim is there, surprisingly.

This time he isn't pressed against my car, but against his own. His suit is nicely steamed, having no creases or even the smallest piece of lint on it. "Evening Miss Raileigh" his tone is a bit jittery.

"Hi, Mr. Kim" I greet him as I come to a stop. I know he has more information to tell me rather than being here to just greet me.

"I was sent by Mr. Jeon to inform you that he will be back in town shortly. Says he would love for you to accompany him to the Seven Suns hotel" Okay JungKook a phone call would suffice.

I nod as I look at him.

"And he has sent something lovely for your time if you'd take it he would greatly appreciate it" he steps aside and pulls his car door open to reveal a few bags.

"He thinks this is more of your style but he wanted to be sure. Wants you to at least try it on before you judge" his tone is sweet and I can tell that this is something JungKook has said to him. JungKook tends to be blunt and upfront, and his tone doesn't help with that but lucky for me Mr. Kim is as sweet as can be.

"He will have more for you after tonight's agreement" I start to walk closer to his car, only stopping as he speaks. Agreement?

"He told you about that?" I ask. I know that we didn't sign a nda yet but I thought it was clear that we would steer otherwise, not telling others about it. It doesn't matter if it's Mr. Kim or anyone else that works under him. It's not fair.

Mr. Kim shakes his head. "I'm only repeating what he told me, Miss. The specifics of your agreement will never be disclosed to me" he treads lightly with his words but I only smile at him.

It's a huge relief that JungKook didn't say anything. After all, I'm going into this entire thing head first with a blindfold on, not knowing what to expect. I mean for all I know he can be a serial killer, trying to get me all alone. Which I highly doubt, but still.

"Okay. So do I take this?" I ask and he grabs the bags before I can even be a few feet away from his car.

"I'll handle it for you, Miss Raileigh. Do you mind unlocking your car for me?". I press the locks and like it's second nature, he transfers the bags into my car.
And it starts to make me wonder. Has JungKook done something like this for other women before? How many other women? Where are they now? Why did they end? God, I have to stop letting my mind roam so much.

The sound of the back seat door closing brings me back to earth and I am faced with Mr. Kim as he stands tall, his hands gently clasped together as a smile is apparent on his face. "Okay Miss, Mr. Jeon would like to meet with you in an hour and thirty. Is that enough time for you to get ready?".

It's almost more than enough time. I just want to shower and maybe do a bit of makeup. "Yes," I respond to him, him giving me an even wider smile.

"That's even more delightful. So now that the time is 6:05 I shall pick you up at 7:35?" He is persistent on this whole one hour and thirty minutes thing.

"Yes. I'm sure that will be fine. And are you driving me or do I need to ask him for an address?" I don't quite remember where his brother's hotel is. Although it reminds me that the internet is free and I can just search it up.

"No worries I will be driving you. Mr. Jeon puts you in the best care. I am trained more than a driver so you will be safe with me" he pulls the door to my car open and I smile.

I can see myself and Mr. Kim growing to be friends. I get inside my car and drive to my apartment where I take the bags up. I sit them neatly against my bed before pulling my hair up and turning the shower on.

Soft music is set in the background for good measure as I lather my entire body with soap, rinsing and stepping out before putting on a bit of mascara. I didn't want to do too much makeup tonight.

I already knew from the looks of the bags that the shit he got me was expensive, but never did I think it would be this. The dress is black, stops mid-thigh, and has only a bit of cleavage showing. But that's not the thing I adore most. It's the shoes. Versace women's Medusa Auvitas Platform Pumps. And they are fucking gorgeous. They are black to match the dress as well as a clutch and a pair of diamond earrings. I'm not sure how much he's spent on this tonight but I'm sure it's a lot.

I hurry to get myself dressed, looking at the time to see that I was just on time. It was 7:04. I put a few important things into my clutch before pulling my front door open to see Mr. Kim. Of course, it's no surprise as he was there the last time. We greet each other and like last time he leads me to his large car where I climb inside and sit with my legs pressed together. The dress starts to rise a bit over my thighs but I don't mind much as Mr. Kim isn't even looking at me in the slightest. His eyes are glued to the road, even when he asks what kind of music I want to hear. As last time I give him the same answer, enjoying the soft sound of the music he played before. It was calming.

But I feel a bit more calm than I was last time. I was previously sweating through my palms, nervous to meet with him, which wasn't long ago but it makes me feel as if somehow I've gotten closer to him.

I can tell by the way Mr. Kim breaks that we are at our destination and as I bring my eyes to look out of the window I am correct. We are outside of the same luxurious hotel we were once at before. Mr. Kim opens the door for me and gently guides me inside where I see JungKook sitting against a small couch.

He instantly stands up, making his way over to us. "You look absolutely lovely darling..thank you, Mr. Kim, I'll give you a call in another hour or two" he briefly speaks about my appearance before letting Mr. Kim know that it was okay to leave. "Wow," he dotes, taking a small step back to look at my entire outfit.
"I'm sorry I'm acting like a literal child right now but you are stunning" he gives me a cute grin before stepping closer, his hand gently against my waist where he squeezes lightly, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

I stifle up a smile at him as I can't help but do so. The compliment is very nice, and it's refreshing to feel wonderful instead of someone just telling you that you look the part.

"Thank you for this. I love the shoes, and the dress and earrings are lovely" he looks me in the eyes as I thank him, soon rolling his eyes and fanning me off.

"Trust me darling there's more where that came from. But I'm glad you like it. I wasn't sure of what heels to get you to match this lovely dress" he gently takes me by the small of my back, leading me towards the two large silver doors I've approached before.

"Well, you guessed right. It's lovely" I respond and he hums as the doors come open. We step inside and he presses a button that requires him to scan a card. The pad lights green and we start to ascend.

"Have you eaten anything? I have surely brought my appetite" he tells me, throwing a hand over his stomach as he sighs.

I shake my head. "No. After work I got myself ready to see you". When the words fall from my mouth he grins down at me.

"Words I love to hear, darling." The elevator stops and the doors slide open. As if he hadn't had to think about it at all he gently grabs my hand and starts to gently direct me out. I am confused when I see that we are in some sort of room.
But it's like an office. There are a few sofas for comfort, a television, and what I think will be most important is a table. He pulls a chair out for me and I happily take a seat before he does the same on the other end.

"What was Tokyo like?" I manage to break the silence after a few seconds. The silence was lovely but I'd rather him speak.

He shrugs, smiling and seeming to be amused that I asked. "I've been like a million times so it's not a big deal, but I'm never able to explore because I'm always working there. Hopefully, me and you will have a drive one day" he says and I smile.

I like when he speaks this way. It's amazing, but at the same time, he may be crazy. He's already speaking in terms as if he's got me.

"Yes, I noticed that you were able to come back early. What was up with that?" I ask and I can already see the smirk coming.

"What are you tired of me already?" he jokes "but no um I was able to hire someone fast and they were quick on their job. Seems like a good deed for my restaurant. But I still have Mr. Kim looking closely".

As if he had already ordered two women to come out each with a plate of food in their hands, sitting them in front of us. "So what exactly does Mr. Kim do? I've only seen him drive".

He nods as he takes his darkly colored silverware into his hand, poking at the food. He did say that he was hungry. And he starts to eat, not sloppily, but not taking his time either.

"Well, Mr. Kim is sort of the whole package. As he is my driver, he is also my assistant and a guard. He is trained to use many weapons, and handle things when I can't" he says and it starts to make sense.

This is why he doesn't mind having Mr. Kim pick me up. And why Mr. Kim mentioned that he was trained further.

I hum. "Seems like a good deal with him," I say and he smiles. And I'm sure he's paid a bunch.

"So are you nervous? To be discussing this kind of thing?" He asks.

I smile. "I don't know, should I?" He lets out a small chuckle before shrugging.

The two women later come out with champagne in which I don't waste time taking a drink. He chuckles lightly. "Might want to drink it slowly, wouldn't want to have to throw you over my shoulder".

"You wouldn't dare" I smile and he shrugs.

"Just kidding darling. But no you shouldn't be nervous as I'll only do things with your consent. At any time you want things to end, you can say the word and I'll grant your wish" It's crazy of me to think that he sounds like a very mature man, even though all men should speak this way.

But god is he breathtaking. Aside from the way he talks and which words he uses, he is a gorgeous man. dark brown eyes, gorgeous dimples, his skin sort of tanned, and long black hair, but not too long. And a bit of stubble on his face. I adore that he is freshly manicured. What a man.

"So when do I sign the NDA? I have a few questions" I ask.

He yells for someone and a man is seen with a file in his hand. He hands it to JungKook who thanks him before he walks away. JungKook gently sets the folder on the table before opening it up and taking out the paper.

"You can sign now darling" he slides it over to me with his signature pen, in which I waste no time grabbing it.

"You should read over it before you sign," he tells me. I look up at him through my lashes. It's a NDA for fuck's sake.

"What could go wrong with a nda? I know that I can speak to no one, nothing going to change" I press the pen against the paper.

x Minnie Raileigh

I place the pen down and hand the paper to him which he takes gracefully. "So I agree that you are ready to start?" He asks and I nod sweetly. He hands me a thick packet and it takes me back a bit.

This has to be a lot of reading. And it makes me wonder who typed this. This is far too sophisticated-not to say that he isn't, but he'd have to have done this a few times to get to this point.

"Wait a second you said that this wouldn't be a relationship. This clearly says-" he cuts me off nicely, nodding.

"It's what I've said in the past, but I feel differently about it. I would like a relationship with you Minnie. It would be a regular relationship, we don't have to move fast, we'll do everything at your pace. But we will need a contract" he looks into my eyes and I can't help but nod.

But wait did he say that he wanted a relationship with me?

"So there are questions here that I should know about you. Don't be alarmed it's not to embarrass you or invade, but signing this contract means that we will have a relationship and as your boyfriend, I should know these things" he speaks as if he's a bit hesitant but it only takes me a few seconds to realize that maybe he's nervous?

He's said that he's never done something like this before so this is a first. As it is my first as well.

1. Date of birth ▭

2. Height ▭

3. Weight ▭

4. Address ▭

5. Eye color ▭

6. Hair color ▭

7. Shoe size ▭

8. Sexual orientation ▭

9. Are you a virgin (Y☐N ☐)

10. Tattoos (Y☐N ☐)

11. Piercings (Y☐N ☐)

12. Do you smoke or vape excessively (Y☐N ☐)

13. Do you consume alcohol excessively (Y☐N ☐)

"Okay, now that we have that out of the way do you have any questions?" He asks but I am nearly speechless after the first set of questions he wanted me to answer.

"Yes. How did you know my shoe size?" I ask and he raises an eyebrow. "For the shoes that you got me".

He shakes his head, totally dismissing my question. "About the contract. Do you have any questions about the contract love?" I tell him no and he lowers his eyes back to the contract to continue.

"If you flip a few pages up, the seventh page to be exact, you will see a list of rules. I expect for these to be followed" I place my eyes against them and I am automatically stunned.

1. Dress appropriately for all occasions

2. Treat dominant with respect at all times

3. No talking back to the dominant. Doing so will result in punishment

4. Always remain honest

5. Must remain exclusive

6. No apologizing unless you're sure what you're apologizing for

7. Never hide anything from your dominant

The rules go on but I can't stomach to continue. "Okay, so these are rules that I'll have to follow daily?" I ask and he nods. "I don't like these" I try my hardest to be blunt, not wanting to sit and go through with this if it doesn't make me happy.

"What don't you like about it? Are you a submissive?".

"I would think so, but all this talk about you owning me is never going to turn me on, it'll do the opposite," I tell him and he doesn't seem to be much knowledgeable.

"I'm submissive in the way that I'll let you handle manly duties. I'll never offer to pay for things or try to fix your car because as a man you do those things, but never will I bow down to you and ask for permission to eat" I read one of the rules and he nods.

"It's not to have absolute control over you," he tells me but I feel otherwise.

"So we should just knock these out completely. I will not be your doll that you can just toss around. I don't like these". He nods before taking his pen and drawing a big line through the paper.

"We will now flip to page nine to discuss your sexual limits" My eyes widen as I look further. So this is what he meant by having to sign a contract. This man is nearly crazy.

"No vaginal fisting" I shake my head and he scribbles it out. "Or anal fisting".

He would want to stick his hand there? Not.

"I'm fine with toys, as long as they aren't too large or pointy. Nipple clamps are fine as long as they don't hurt bad. Being tied up is fine as long as you don't hurt me".

"I would never," he says calmly.

I look up at him for a brief second before looking back down. Wow, he's into a lot of stuff.

"The majority of this stuff is a huge blur to me. I've never done half of these things" I say. I've been restrained in bed before, even teased with a flogger, but the things he had on here are incredible.

"But that doesn't mean that I'm inexperienced" I assure him. Although he says he won't, some men like to take advantage of clueless women.

He nods, letting out a small chuckle.

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