Hello my lovelies,

Yes I live!!

I have no words to say how sorry I am so very behind schedule for this long awaited update. I've had an intense few months, death anniversaries, a hospital stay for a nasty kidney infection that left me exhausted and feeling a bit sorry for my self. Add in how unhappy I was with this update, that I may have rewritten this update twice.

However I've finally got something for you all  to sink your teeth into, at least hold you over until my next update. You could say I'm being a tease if you catch my drift, please be honest and tell me it was worth the wait.

Hope you like it! ❤️❤️

Jongdae's POV

Exhausted is not the word he would use right now, nor would he like to look at his reflection in the mirror. It's long past midnight and he's spent the last hour negotiating with idiots about a certain incident involving his friend and business partner.. He's not impressed with his normally so put together friend loosing his cool like a pre pubescent, testosterone, anger filled teenager at a roadside chicken restaurant of all places. Yet a small part of him is seriously impressed at Chanyeol's knock out right hook, but it's most unbecoming of someone of his status. He has a pretty good idea what caused the outburst and just once again makes him concerned for his friend. He's not even met Byun Baekhyun yet, and tonight's outburst just reinforces his concern that this much younger man is nothing but a trained gold digger using every sob story in his arsenal to ensnare Chanyeol.

He knows deep down there will be more to this story, his personal mobile has been silent of all calls and messages from Mrs Park. Something that seldom happens when Chanyeol is involved,  so he knows something big has happened between mother and her precious son. It's also been silent of Mr Park Senior, he has no doubt that the former prime minister's staff have been made aware of tonight's events, and are either briefing said Patriarch or doing there own damage control.

As he sends his last email of a an iron clad non disclosure agreement to the poor fool that tried to sell that video along with confirmation a donation for their kindness, he refuses to call it hush money. No doubt he will be summoned to Chanyeol's penthouse just after the sunrise to go over the outburst. He has a migraine forming at the realisation he will need to reign in a fiery Park Soobin. The only woman on the planet that can make even his balls shrink, is that woman. Realising that it's only a few hours until dawn he send out a message to his friend to say all is well and nothing will be in the press. His next move will be to sleep for the precious few hours this dead of the night will allow, before he has to go to his friend and make him see sense no matter how hard and cruel.

A twinge in his heart that he tries to ignore when he remembers that Chanyeol mentioned something about a family dinner including Baekhyun, something even his cynical mind has to admit would always be a recipe for disaster.

Beakhyun POV

It's been less than an hour since they left the ponchama that he works in, leaving in another one of Chanyeol's fancy cars. His skin is still sticky and his hair is knotted from where that beer even managed to land in his hair, he smells like a brewhouse and must look a state. He's still highly aware of his swollen face, his reflection in the mirror makes him cringe but he's too comfy to think about it. Especially as the moment his backside got in the car, Chanyeol had put the heated seats on and put on his radio soothing rainforest music.

It almost makes his previous despair feel like a life time ago as he's quietly and contentedly stares out of the window watching the lights of the city, he thinks back to the moment of Chanyeol's earlier move of getting on his knees. It made all his fears over his place in this magnificent man's life fly out the window and his embarrassment of their earlier dinner encounter with both fish lips and Mrs Park seem so trivial.

Watching this amazing man defend his honour too, sent not just hope through his body but lightning bolts of arousal. No one has ever done that for him in such a manner before. Not even his mother when his father was attacking him for not wanting to work on the family farm. That act was all it took for him to realise the love they share is worth fighting for, despite how they initially met.

He will think of that awful dinner no more, as the city skyline changes to an area he's of course heard about but never been too. It's all chic cafes and Michelin stared restaurants, up market fashions stores and boutiques merging amongst apartments that belong to the rich and famous. It takes only a second before a particular hillside condominium appears, he's a little intimidated to know this is just one of the homes Chanyeol owns. Yet his inner child can't help but press himself closer to the window of the car as each building becomes bigger and grander.

Each building looks sleek in dark and there are lots of floor to celling windows, he's so busy admiring how the way the stars glitter and reflect off polished marble tiled pillars, that's he not noticed how Chanyeol's car has made a steep incline and sharp right to the last building on the compound. It's not as large as the other  buildings but where it juts out the hillside it's the most grandiose of all the buildings here. Seconds later the purr of Chanyeol's car comes to a stop, and his beautiful intelligent man is quickly exiting the car.

For a brief moment he's afraid Chanyeol is leaving him alone, but only a second is Chanyeol at his door already opening the car with that smile he knows he wears just for him. He can feel the heat on his cheeks and the heat from Chanyeol's hand on his back like a brand. A special kind of magic that makes every fibre of his being tingle in arousal, it's magnetic, it's potent and makes him remember their first time being intimate together. It was the best night of his life, it was electric and full of soft kisses, gentle exploration and passion he had no idea existed.

All too quickly they stop in front of the only elevator in the building, he's seen many of them none of them as fancy as this one. As instead of a key pad there's a simple led display which Chanyeol activates with his finger. A second later he's being ushered in to a fully mirrored box. All those pent up emotions surge through him and before he can help himself he's turning into-wards the man he's desperate to feel closer.

It's like this man knows exactly what he needs as those muscular arms are quick to wrap around him and draw him in close, effectively wrapping around him like a cocoon. It's all he needs for the emotions he's been holding back to break forth in the form of tears, tears of both relief that this is still with him, and sorrow that even Chanyeol's family don't want him.

"Chanyeol!"

"I know baby, it's ok I have you and I'm never letting go, god darling you're still ice cold and shaking."

"I'm ok now I'm with you."

He watched as Chanyeol smiles that beautiful soft smile, before closing his own eyes and resting his head right on his heartbeat. It's true he's ok and knowing that Chanyeol is here beside is all he really needs.

"My darling what do you say to a hot shower, something softer to wear and a hot drink or if you prefer something stronger."

"Sounds perfect, I don't need anything stronger than a a strong hot tea, and a warm shower sounds like heaven."

"Then that is was we will have!"

He's about to say thank you when the elevator opens up to a long corridor with only three doors, he stands still for just a moment as Chanyeol leaves the small space. He's mentally making the fact there are only three doors make sense as this building is bigger than the apartment complex he lives in, he can't think for long as the double doors at the end of the corridor are quickly opened by Chanyeol. Who stands at the door waiting for him, shaking off the shock he quickly heads down the corridor towards the open door.

He tentatively takes his first step across the threshold, acutely aware of Chanyeol standing so close he can feel his body heat. Any thought of being bold and pushing this man up against the door in a truly sinful midnight rendezvous is mute as he gasps at the pure luxury before him. The view alone is incredible, the city sparkles in the moonlight, and the hills behind will  make for magical views when it snows.

The apartment is something straight out of vogue, it's not at all  what he expected. He expected a true bachelor pad of white, greys and black. Yet this apartment is stylish and homey, the walls are  a warm biscuit colour, there's accents of colour from expensive art and maroon rugs and cushions. There's a massive leather sectional that some parts look out to the impressive view. The other half is perfectly placed to take advantage of a home entertainment system, surround by a well stocked book shelf. He can also see  an electric fire that may be central to the apartment that's  already on and casting a warm orange glow over the whole ground floor. He can see a separate dining area with marble table and plush matching maroon velvet chairs.

Turning slightly he can see an open plan kitchen and a mezzanine level with more book shelf's and a massive chandelier. Honestly the whole place is so large he feels like it will take an age to familiarise himself with anything in this palace. "My housekeeper insists that my kitchen is fully stocked at all times, whilst I don't have many visitors, I do have a fully stocked bar and fridge.

"I am not surprised, do you use any of the fancy tools in your kitchen!"

Baekhyun's smiles at the chuckle the man behind lets out, even when his body shivers as that beautiful large hand resumes its place on his lower back gently guiding him further forward. Yet it's not towards the gleaming glossy cream cabinets and stainless steel appliance filled kitchen it's up the open glass walled staircase. There's a few more doors up here then the corridor they were just in, no doubt they are heading to a guest bathroom, a hot shower honestly is music to his ears.

"I do use them yes, but not as often as I want, what tea would you like, I have some fresh tea imported from the UK or I have some barley tea. I think I even have green tea from Osaka ."

"Oh a barley tea please would be per..."

Once again he's rendered mute, it's not a guest bathroom he's been taken too but what must be Chanyeol's own bedroom. He doesn't get chance to marvel as Chanyeol is already heading to the bathroom. He almost chokes out at the very grand bathroom before him, there's a massive walk in shower, a separate sunken jacuzzi bath, another fancy fire pit and all floor to ceiling white marble and gold accents. The whole room is bigger than his bedroom and bathroom combined, it suddenly hits home just how wealthy Park Chanyeol is.

He's stock still almost dumbfounded at his own ignorance of the wealth he knows full well this man has. Just watching like a guppy fish as the same man turns on more fancy controls before the room is filled with the sound of fast running water as Chanyeol then turns on a heated towel rail.

"As much I would like to join you my prince, you need a moment to decompress so whilst you do that I will make you that tea. When you come out there will be one of my jumpers for you to use!"

Before he can utter a thank you a kiss is pressed to the corner of his mouth and the comforting smell of that expensive cologne leaves with the man he's so in love with. He simply can't help but stare at Chanyeol's retreating form. The words he said finally penetrate his muddled brain, yes he would of loved for Chanyeol to join him, but the sticky situation of his skin reminds him he would much rather get clean and have a hot drink first. They can succumb to their arousal once he's clean, just remembering the feel of those hands on his skin brings out the cherry red flush to his body.

Half an hour later he's finishing towel drying his strawberry tresses and has to admit he smells the best he's ever smelled. Yes he has used the products in the shower, the clearly very expensive shower oil that he's sure are shipped in from Italy as it smells like the citrus fruits of the Mediterranean, it sank in to his skin like butter and filled the shower with a much needed energising aroma. He's also wrapped up in a hoodie that may be miles too big but is made with an incredible soft and silky wool mix, he spied the make of this hoodie and as much as he would love to claim this. He knows exactly how much this Prada hoodie cost, more than his wages for more than one month. Now he's suitably dry, doesn't smell like a brewery, has some normal pinkness to his skin and dressed he feels a 1000 times better. With one last look in the mirror the glassiness of his tears and swollen cheeks has lessened he turns out the doors, through the darkened bedroom.

He can see the outline of a massive bed and the gleams of the moon through more floor to celling windows, as much as he wants to explore he will respect Chanyeol's privacy. It makes his heart hurt to know that this is probably the only room in this entire apartment that Chanyeol can truly keep to himself. He didn't want to think of the she devil that is his mother, but it hurts to know that in essence every part of this perfect man's life is not known by that woman. No he shakes his head she doesn't deserve any more of his time today, or course he would love to have a better relationship with her but that's a moot point right now.

Heading the way he came in, he catches a glimpse of a walk in wardrobe, smartly hanging garments he positive are colour coordinated. He'd be lying if he was intimidated but his heart knows this amazing man will never hurt him. A few seconds later he reaches the top of the stairs and starts to hear some form of jazz music playing, the fire still going and a perfect China tea set.

Turning slightly he finds Chanyeol standing by the windows, he can see in the reflection that he's either texting or emailing someone. He truly hopes the punch he threw isn't given him any issues, as he's certainly not worth getting in trouble for. He berates himself for his anxiety, his self esteem issues shouldn't be ruling his life especially after the events of tonight.

He wants to rush over to the man he loves, but for a moment he just wants to drink in the sight before him. He subtly rakes his eyes over Chanyeol, something erupting in his stomach at all the hard lines he sees on those muscular arms, the muscles he know lie under that shirt in all the right places. He feels his cheeks flame at what he knows hides under those Italian hand made trousers.

"Penny for your thoughts!"

"Just looking at the magnificent view,  the man in it too is not that bad either."

The genuine smile that Chanyeol gives him does more than make him squirm, in fact he tingles all over. The warm inviting atmosphere that was present less than a micro second ago, has morphed into something intoxicating. It's like time stands still as they take in each other, the air around them becoming thicker with arousal, his own chest is starting to heave not with any anxiety but with potent need. Something he can tell Chanyeol can feel as that softness and gentleman like aura shifts before his very eyes to something more visceral.

Baekhyun watched with both fascination and anticipation as the intensity in those deep chocolate eyes becomes that of a hunter, a hunter he will willingly be prey for.

It takes everything in him not to whimper at Chanyeol's sultry command of "baby come here!"

To be continued.....