By the time the weekend came, Taehyung and I had completely finished packing up both of our apartments and we are now loading the last few boxes onto the moving van. The weather is surprisingly warmer than it had been so I was able to steal one of Taehyung's button-ups that I threw on over my black leggings and ended up tossing my hair into a messy bun on top of my head when I found myself sweating from all of the heavy lifting.

Professional movers apparently cost way more than I expected them to so we both agreed on doing all of the work ourselves while Izzy plays with her friend, Emma, at her house for the afternoon. 

My phone rings for the umpteenth time today and at this point, I'm over even hearing it. For the last couple of days, I had been getting private call after private call. Sometimes when I would answer, it would be complete silence while other times, I could hear slight breathing that gave me the chills. Even Taehyung would answer on occasion but he would tell me he heard the same things. Eventually, I stopped answering my phone altogether.

I often received unknown numbers and even some private ones for work so the fact it was a private number wasn't out of the ordinary but it has gotten out of hand and to top it off, it's a Saturday. If someone wants to get a hold of me for business, they can call back during scheduled hours.

However, the number of calls I'm receiving back-to-back is ridiculous and I have a strong feeling about who is actually calling me.

"Ringing again, huh?" Taehyung huffs as he pushes a heavy box into place in the back of the van, "We should probably change your number."

"Probably. I'm just going to turn it on silent for now. I'm sick of hearing it and Emma's mom already knows to call you instead if she needs to get a hold of us for Izzy." I pull my phone out of my back pocket and turn the ringer off, rolling my eyes at the words Private Number staring back at me; haunting me.

Sitting down on the edge of the truck's bed to rest for a moment, he tugs on the shirt I'm wearing to pull me closer to him and wraps his arms around my waist, "And Miles, has he still been emailing you?"

"Every day. I'm still not replying." I sigh heavily.

Ever since the day Miles delivered me flowers, I had been getting emails from him one to two times a day trying to spark up a conversation or telling me how he's so sorry for how he treated me in the past. All things I didn't care to hear and each email was forwarded to Taehyung if I was at work or shown to him if we were together. I'm pretty sure there's at least one sitting in my inbox right now. 

At first, I was at least considering allowing him in Izzy's life but now it's starting to seem as if he's more interested in me than her and that's definitely a road I'm not trying to go down ever again.

Why would I even consider it when I have this handsome, sweet man staring up at me?

"Is it bad that I wish he never showed back up?" Tae furrows his brow as if he was regretting even saying that out loud.

Shaking my head, I tuck some of his grown-out hair behind his ear, "I wish the same thing."

"Ready to officially leave this apartment behind?" He questions with a smile, trying to lift the mood.

Looking back at the building behind me, my eyes travel up to the third story where my old living room window is and I smile at all of the memories there. I had been there most of Izzy's life, it's where Taehyung and I shared our first kiss, it's where so many memories were made, but it's time to move on to even better memories as a family. 

"Ready," I giggle as Taehyung rubs his face into the crook of my neck, blowing into my skin to tickle me in the process.

Tapping my ass to signal me to move aside, he hops off of the edge of the truck bed and shuts the back. Locking our belongings inside before we both climb into the moving truck, leaving behind my old residence for the last time today.

An hour and a half later and the last bit of our things have been unloaded into our new home. The moving van stays parked in the driveway waiting to be returned the next morning and I'm just glad we were able to get it all done before the end of the late afternoon.

The sun casts a golden glow through our bedroom window as I sit on our unmade bed to start folding some laundry in an attempt to get our lives back to normal. Humming a tune to myself while the music plays through my headphones, I remain unaware of the water from the shower shutting off in the conjoined room and can't detect the footsteps coming closer and closer behind me until wet strands of hair tickle my cheek.

Pulling out my earbud, Taehyung starts to run his hands underneath my now baggy T-shirt making it hard for me to concentrate on the towel I'm trying to fold in my hands.

Giggling, I turn my head to see him already smiling at me, "Babe, we have a lot to do and we have to pick Izzy up in two hours."

"But we finally have some time to ourselves," He lowly says as his hands inch their way up to my breasts, "and I've had my shower, you've had your shower. All of the boxes and furniture are in the house. It doesn't have to be completely put away and tidy by tonight."

"Mm," I roll my head back and shut my eyes as his heart-shaped pink lips press onto my neck, "you do make a valid point."

"Mhm," Taehyung grins against my sensitive skin, "let's make this house a home."

"You're so corny sometimes," I scrunch my nose up and he chuckles as he looks at me.

"I've always found that adorable." Touching his finger to my nose, he moves to sit on the bed in front of me, "That's why I tend to say corny things, so you'll do that again."

Scrunching my nose up dramatically, he lets out an adorable giggle and brings his body closer to mine, forcing me to lay back on the bed underneath him. His lips find mine as he uses his knees to part my legs some more, allowing him room to position himself strategically. My hands run down his clean, dampened honey skin until I find the plush white towel loosely wrapped around his hips.

Tugging the towel away, he groans in approval when his bare body presses against mine and he immediately works at removing my panties, thankful that I had yet to find another pair of leggings to toss on just yet after my shower. 

The feeling of his hands gliding over my hips as his lust-filled eyes stay fixated on my own causes a whirlwind of desire to rush through me and I can almost feel it make its way through my veins. Suddenly, I become all too aware that there are no curtains put up in our bedroom yet, no shades to pull down for privacy, nor any sheets or blankets to keep us covered.

Feeling shy, I pull back down on my shirt when he tries to pull it over my body, the heat from my embarrassment making me all too aware that my entire body is becoming flushed at the thought of being seen, "Baby, there's no curtains or sheets on the bed yet."

Looking over to the window, Taehyung shrugs his shoulders, "We're on the second level and our bedroom overlooks basically nothing. Just some random trees and our backyard. So," He brings my leg up to the side of his face as he begins to press delicate kisses along the inside of my knee, working his way up my thigh, "unless you're worried about birds seeing us, I think we're okay." My mind fogs with any other thoughts other than the feeling of his tongue now slowly moving in circles against my flesh, "But if it makes you more comfortable, keep your shirt on. All I ask is that you don't try to be quiet this time."

Nodding my head in agreement, he takes that as a cue to continue with his version of a housewarming party and dips down to savor the taste of my nectar as he takes his time running his tongue in between my folds. A low groan of appreciation from him mixes with my own provocative sounds as I moan without reserve, tugging on his hair to keep him in place.

As if wanting to tease me, he doesn't speed up to try to push me to my demise in a hurry. Instead, he sucks on my sensitive bud, flicking it ever so expertly with each release, slowly making my body crave for that sweet undoing I have no doubt is coming. 

My man isn't one to get in and get out selfishly. No, he will do whatever it takes to make sure I am satisfied and do whatever I'm needing to get me there; on multiple occasions, even before he is satisfied himself. It's as if he gets pleasure out of being the one to make my legs shake and my breath hitch as my body squeezes around him; whether it be around his fingers, his tongue, or his dick; doing whatever is necessary to please me, almost as if it's a reward for allowing him to do so.

Sometimes I wonder if he was like this with the other girls he's been with but I don't dare ask. It's not information I really need to know and it was before he and I ever went down that road with each other. Just like my past sexual experiences are my own and it's not something needed to be discussed. What was done in the past stays in the past, right where it belongs. Not to mention, I know that the sexual goddess I am with him is not the same sexual goddess I was anyone else. He unleashes desires, thoughts, and actions that I didn't even know I had within me.

Tapping his shoulder, he lifts his head and licks his lips while looking at me curiously, wondering why I stopped him.

"Lay down beside me." I offer by patting the mattress.

Doing as he's asked, I smile as I watch him comply without questioning and wait for him to get comfortable before moving myself. Once he's laid down to his content, my eyes travel down his toned frame until they land on his rock-hard length waiting for some attention. Repositioning myself, I lift one of my legs, bringing it over to the other side of his head and his hands grip tightly onto my round ass as he sucks in an excited breath, now understanding what I had in mind.

The moment he inserts his tongue into my entrance, I moan loudly with my brow furrowing at the sensation, finding it difficult to concentrate on my own task before me. My mouth waters at the sight of his angry pink tip leaking at the slit and I fully engulf him feeling his thigh muscles tighten under my palms. His moans vibrate against my clit as he kisses it before running his deft tongue over the swollen bud, the angle I'm in only offering an even more intense feeling, and before I know it, two fingers are sliding inside of me in tune with my sucking as if it was a choreographed dance.

My sucks become sloppy while hearing him make such sweet sounds for me, submitting to my will. To say the least, it has me empowered to keep going. But when I feel a tap on my bare ass signaling for me to move, I reluctantly release him from my mouth.

Sitting on the bed beside him, I watch him quickly stand to his feet and turn to look at me with a devilish grin and deep, hooded eyes. With a swift grab of my ankles, he yanks me to the edge of the bed causing me to squeal out in surprise followed by both of us giggling at my reaction.

"On your knees, baby girl." He lowly says in my ear before kissing my neck, sending a delicious shiver down my spine.

Quickly doing as I'm told, I arch my back deeply, offering myself to him fully when I feel his palm swiftly smack my ass with the noise echoing through the partially bare room.

Chuckling, I turn my head to look back at him with a smirk resting on my face, "That's the best you've got?"

Quirking his eyebrow, he nods his head in amusement as he lifts his hand a brings it back down with enough force to make my body jolt forward and knock the wind out of me. An unanticipated whimper leaves my lips as his hand rubs over the now reddened skin.

Leaning over me he rakes my earlobe in between his teeth before whispering to me, his warm breath making a shockwave of electricity course through my veins, "Was that better for you?"

Biting on his bottom lip as my eyes meet his, I pull away with slight force and a grin, "You still suck."

Pushing my upper back deeper into the mattress, he rams into me and chuckles when I shriek out at the unexpected intrusion. Not going easy on me, he bends one knee and continues to pound into me while pulling me into each stroke.

"Touch yourself." He demands through gritted teeth and without hesitation I comply.

I've seen glimmers of a more dominant side of Taehyung on occasion. Depending on the mood or our circumstances, he can go from charmingly sweet to slightly demanding but this was a new side of him that I am experiencing. I can only suspect that my slightly bratty and hard-headed attitude brought this out of him.

Feeling myself nearing the edge of release as my index fingers rub circles over my aching clit, I loudly moan out his praises without holding back, begging him to push me over as a deep growl rumbles in his chest. Squeezing around him tightly as my orgasm ripples through my body with force, my voice seems to be taken away from me. I want to scream in pleasure but no sound dares to come out.

He tugs on my long hair, forcing me to raise up so that he can look at my enraptured expression, knowing the talent he possesses, "So, tell me, Ria... how horrible am I exactly?"

His lips attach to the side of my neck as his hips slow down to a much more teasing pace, albeit still thrusting deep inside of me. Deeper than I think he's ever been and hitting a new spot I didn't even realize I had.

"You're amazing," I whine, finally finding my voice again.

"Mm," he hums against my skin as his hand slides up my shirt to pinch and roll my erect nipple, "I don't know if I believe you."

Flipping me over, he places both of my shaking legs over his broad shoulders and rolls back into my dripping wet sex with ease causing me to curse at the pleasure he's giving me. Staying upright, he holds his hand on my lower stomach, watching himself disappear inside of me over and over again while biting his lip at the sight.

Just him looking so fucking sexy has my mind going hazy and my walls quivering.

Locking eyes with me, he snaps his hips, forcing himself deeper, and watches me arch my back off of the bed before pushing me back down, "Be. Good." He demands with a scolding look on his face.

Slamming back into me, he lowers himself to sear a deep kiss on my plump lips, caressing his sweet-tasting tongue with my own as he takes full control of my body. Licking on my neck, my eyes shut in ecstasy while he continuously strokes the rigid spot deep inside of me, giving me all the pleasure my body will allow.

"You're so sexy, baby." He groans, "You feel so good. So wet and needy for me."

"I need you so bad," I whimper as I kiss and suck on the sensitive spot below his ear that I know pushes him to his limit.

"Fuck," He moans in my ear, that action alone making me tingle all over. "Are you trying to make me come, jagi?"

"Mhm," I answer while running my tongue along his ear and feeling him shudder at my touch, "I want you to come because of me."

Cursing in his native tongue, he pushes himself onto the palm of his hands, rolling his hips just right to make me clench around him beyond my control. Feeling him grow even harder inside of me, I know he's close himself, and just the thought of him reaching such an orgasmic high makes me crash down around him. The pulsation of my body forces him to release inside of me with some of the absolute sexiest sounds I've ever heard from him.

Kissing me before pulling out, he walks back into our bathroom to clean himself up and grab a warm washcloth for me. Standing before me, he wipes me clean, taking care of me completely while leaving a trail of soft kisses along the inside of my thigh that make me giggle from the sensitivity I'm currently feeling.

Rolling on my stomach, I look over at Taehyung laying next to me with his hand propping up his head as he smiles proudly while he sweeps away some loose strands of my brunette hair from my face and there's no doubt I was looking as exhausted as I was feeling.

It was now getting late and surely about time to pick up Izzy from her friend's house. I still needed to make or order dinner, at least unpack our clothes and essentials, and start making a list of furniture we should get for our new home.

Taehyung's alarm clock goes off letting us know we should head over to get Izzy now and I groan into the pillow, having not worked up enough energy. Shutting it off, Taehyung grabs a pair of sweatpants, a long-sleeved T-Shirt, and a pair of boxer briefs from the laundry basket and starts to get ready as I peek over at him smiling back at me.

Once dressed, he leans over and kisses my temple, "Stay here. I'll go get her. Do you want anything on my way back?"

"Mm," I ponder out loud, "pick up something for dinner."

"Any requests?"

"I don't care. Whatever you two choose is fine with me." I shrug with little energy.

Chuckling, he grabs his car keys off of the dresser and slips his cellphone into his deep pants pocket, doing a little squat to adjust his manhood before leaning back over to me to pepper me with kisses until I giggle. Softly grabbing my chin, he looks deeply into my eyes with a smile, "I'll be back home soon."

"Home. That sounds nice." I blush before he kisses my lips one last time.

Finding some strength to sit up in the bed, I stretch my arms above my head and decide I should probably turn on the lamp since the sun is setting on the day. I hear the garage door open and Taehyung's car back out indicating that I now have the place to myself and grab a pair of Taehyung's sweatpants, figuring that it's best I find some better clothes to put on before Izzy gets home. The poor guy is going to have to start sharing all of his clothes now and he doesn't even realize it.

Grabbing the clothes that I did have ready to be hung up, I walk through our conjoined bathroom to our large walk-in closet and start hanging up each article of clothing as I softly hum the song stuck in my head.

I hear a door open downstairs and freeze in place out of curiosity, "Tae? Did you forget something?" Waiting for a response, I make little movements, feeling my heart rate accelerate as the adrenaline begins to pump through me at a furious pace the longer the other party remains silent, "Taehyung?"

Contemplating whether or not I should go investigate, I end up tip-toeing to our bedroom to grab my cellphone that's still on silent. Maybe he tried to call but I didn't know. Maybe he just couldn't hear me from the confines of the closet.

Unlocking my phone, I see over eighty missed calls. All from private numbers except for one that's from my Aunt Gigi. The absence of Taehyung's name only makes me worry more and I quietly walk back to our bathroom where I grab a pair of hair-cutting shears, the only thing I could find that would be sharp enough to protect myself if needed.

We're in a new home, a new neighborhood, and I've heard too many stories of burglars breaking in when a home is freshly being moved into. If someone is in my house, it's likely they think it's currently empty when they saw Taehyung leave.

Licking my lips and taking a deep breath to try to stay quiet, I slowly step out of my bedroom and walk as quietly as I can across the carpeted floor towards the staircase. The scissors stay held tightly in my grip, ready to stab at a moment's notice just in case.

By the time I reach the landing of the stairs, I hear a door open and quietly close again. So quiet, in fact, that it would have been completely unnoticeable had I not been on such high alert. The hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention and I squeeze the shears tighter to try to stop my hand from shaking so badly, unsure if they're really gone or if anyone else could be in the house.

After a beat, I gather the courage to turn the corner and walk down the rest of the stairs only to see a large bouquet of red roses on the kitchen island staring back at me with a white card glaring from the sun shining down on it from our uncovered windows.

First things first, I'm putting up fucking curtains ASAP and we're getting a security system.

Looking around at my surroundings, I don't let go of the shears in my hand but relax just a bit when it seems as if the coast is clear. The bottom half of our home is an open concept so at least it makes it easier to not have to worry about anyone hiding behind any corners.

Grabbing the card, I slowly open it up to see the words Welcome Home written in cursive in black ink and I set it down to pull my cellphone out of my pants pocket. Dialing Taehyung, I nervously nibble on my lip while turning so that my back is to the wall, keeping an eye on every square inch that I can.

"Hey! Change your mind on what you wanted to eat?" Taehyung joyfully answers and I can tell he's got the phone call going through his car speakers.

Clearing my throat, the first thing on my mind is Izzy, "Is Izzy with you yet?"

"Yeah?" It's obvious that he can tell something is wrong by the sound of my voice, "What's up?"

"Hi, mommy!" Izzy shouts happily.

"Hi, baby!" I put on a fake-as-shit voice to keep up with the charade before answering his question, "Tae, did you, by chance, um... buy some red roses recently?" I inquire, trying my best to not sound too terrified in order to not worry my daughter listening in the back seat.

"No? Why?"

My heart feels like it's going to thump straight out of my chest as I stare at the at least two dozen red roses sitting perfectly center on our kitchen island, "I, uh, just found some in the kitchen."

A quick moment of silence echoes loudly in my ear as I'm sure Taehyung is trying to think what to say to not alert Izzy as well, "Oh, uh... yeah, I forgot about that. Do me a favor, though..."

"Okay," I breathe out as a tear starts to roll down my cheek.

"Make sure all of the doors are locked and the windows are shut. There's supposed to be a cool breeze tonight." He quickly comes up with a way to tell me what to do, "And a change of plans. Let's just order Chinese tonight. They can deliver so I don't have to go get it. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good to me. How far away are you guys?" I inquire through an unsteady breath I'm desperately wanting to calm down for my child's sake.

"Five minutes."

"Do you mind staying on the phone with me? I'm bored." I lie and he immediately understands what I'm really trying to say...

...I'm terrified to be alone right now.

"Of course not."

Taehyung continues to talk to me and Izzy chimes in with everything she did at her friend's house which helps calm me enough to not show the fear in my eyes and gives me enough time to dry the scared tears from my cheeks.

Upon seeing them walk in, Izzy wraps me up in a hug before rushing off to her new bedroom which I'm honestly so thankful for while Taehyung walks up to the roses, snatching the card with anger and looking at the words written inside before glancing over at me.

Striding up to him, he wraps me up in his arms and kisses the top of my head as he crumbles up the note in his hand, obviously pissed about the whole situation.

"You know what I'm thinking right?" He whispers.

Nodding my head, I look up at him, "Miles."