October 7, 2019

"I'm really sorry" Ari looked down, nervously playing with her fingers in her lap. "Hey, it's okay, I knew it wouldn't work." she looked up in surprise and Jeon smiled at her.

"But can we stay friends?" he suggested and she smiled nodding. "I hope he's worth it or I'll steal you away" Jeon winked at her and Ari blushed in embarrassment.

After much thought, Arie could no longer deny that Namjoon was right. Her body only wanted him, no matter what her mind told her.

And she had no right to play with Jeon. He was a wonderful man and there was a woman out there, who would give him her undivided attention and not use him to distract herself from her feelings for another.

The two talked a little more before Jeon paid the bill and sent her to her apartment. This time, though, he just hugged her before she headed for the door and he got into his car and drove away.

An hour later, she was drying her hair in soft warm pajamas when there was a frantic knocking on her door. Ari raised an eyebrow, looking at the clock.

She got up and went to check who it was, looking at the peephole in the door. Her eyes widened in horror. Hwan stood banging on the door looking drunk.

She went back to the bedroom and called the police directly, who assured her that they had a car nearby and not to open the door. She curled up on the bed, clutching the phone to her chest.

Five minutes later, she heard the shouts of a drunken Hwan and a few other voices before it all went quiet and someone knocked lightly on her door.

She opened it carefully enough to admit. "Miss, are you okay?" the policeman asked and she opened a little more, slightly worried. "Yeah, thanks for the quick response" Ari smiled slightly and he nodded at her, smiling.

"We're going to hold him tonight so don't worry, if you want you can press charges for harassment?" he suggested but Ari shook her head. "As you wish miss, good evening" he touched the brim of his hat visor, bowed and left.

Ari leaned against the wall and slumped against it, hugging her knees. Hwan was taken away by the police for the third time this week alone. Last week, twice, and she could no longer mentally withstand this harassment.

She had begun to act paranoid, looking around like a frightened rabbit on the street, hiding behind a mask and hood in a neighborhood store.

She barely slept and her nerves were on edge, making her jump in terror at every noise. Ari sighed and stood up.

"Miss, that's our job, but you should really think about a restraining order. We're just letting him go after 24 hours like this" the police advised her again, and she really thought about it.

"I'll do it on Monday thanks" Ari smiled tiredly and he nodded, closing the door behind him. She looked at the clock, 6:30 in the morning, there was no point in going to bed anymore.

Shaking her head, she walked into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. "How do I cover this up?" she sighed, looking at the huge dark circles around her eyes.

Such exhaustion was written on her face that even she was afraid of herself. "Maybe I should call in sick and stay home and get some sleep?" she thought aloud, but quickly dismissed the thought.

Ari dozed upright, slightly bent over the dryer, head propped in her hands as she waited for the last few minutes of the program to wind down.

"Did you do as I told you?" the deep raspy whisper sent her over the edge of terror and she screamed jumping up and down.

Her back bumped into someone's massive chest and two arms wrapped around her, holding her steady. "Am I that scary?" she blinked and breathed a sigh of relief, recognizing the voice, but now her body tensed, realizing Namjoon's hands were all over her body.

She shook her head, holding her breath. His caressed and heated the crook of her neck, making her heart rebel against the onslaught of feelings.

Namjoon turned her towards him, pressing her against the dryer, wedged between his arms. He leaned down to look her straight in the eyes, his face darkening as his gaze traveled over the dark circles and pale skin, that couldn't help, but be seen from such a short distance.

"Did you miss me so much you got sick?" he joked, but his gaze didn't reflect the joke. Ari blushed all over and shook her head vigorously, avoiding his gaze. "No...I'm not...sick" she managed to coax out and he raised an eyebrow.

He reached up and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear that had escaped from her messy bun. "Then why does my girl look so tired?" she blushed even more, gasping at the nickname and the softness of his voice.

Namjoon watched her carefully. She looked truly horrified, this was not how he had left her about two weeks ago. When he got home a while ago, the first thing he did was look for her, feeling the need to see her.

But he didn't expect to see this. She really looked sick and he felt the need to hug her and hold her until she felt better.

"I've been having nightmares lately and can't sleep" Ari lied softly, avoiding his gaze. Namjoon sulked even more. His fingers cupped her chin and he forced her to look at him.

She was lying to him and he knew it, but for now he decided not to press her, sooner or later he would find out what was going on and why she looked like a ghost.

"Tell me, Miss Hyun, did you miss me?" Namjoon changed the subject and her eyes widened in nervousness. She swallowed dryly and he looked hungrily at her lips.

"I…maybe…" she was panting more and more. His proximity was driving her crazy, playing with her mind, making her knees go weak and her fingers longing to touch him.

The change in his demeanor, that soft arousal note in his deep, masculine voice made her stomach churn and send hot waves from the top of her head to her toes.

"My eyes are up here, Miss Hyun" Namjoon growled low and she realized she was staring at his lips. Her eyes darted back to his and her heart stopped, reading lust in his gaze.

Namjoon smirked and raised an eyebrow arrogantly. "What were you thinking, Miss Hyun?" he teased her and leaned in a little more, his lips lightly brushing her cheek before brushing against her ear so gently she wasn't sure if she even felt it.

She shifted uneasily and her breasts brushed against his, making her moan. Namjoon tensed and his hands slid down her body. His fingers dug into her waist and he lifted her effortlessly, placing her on the dryer.

She threw her head back, resting on her hands and spread her legs, allowing him to fit between them. His lips slid down her stretched neck.

The vibrations of the dryer only increased her arousal. Ari bit her lip, her breath ragged and she let out a hoarse moan, bucking against his chest. His tongue teased the throbbing vein in her neck and Ari clung to the sensation.

She pushed him away slightly and he raised an eyebrow. Making no further attempts to hide her desire, she moved forward slightly, locking her legs behind his back and pulling him hard against her.

Her hands slid up his and she tugged at his neck, pressing their lips together, her tongue nudging his and his fingers digging into her back.

Namjoon broke the kiss and his fingers dug into her neck, lifting her chin. Her passion-darkened eyes looked at him defiantly, without an iota of shame or pity.

"The kitten has claws, huh?" Namjoon hissed throatily, seeing that smile for the first time. Hungry, inviting him, promising both hell and heaven. Ari didn't answer, grabbing above the first button of his shirt, she pulled sharply and his shirt fell open. Buttons flew everywhere, but she didn't care.

Namjoon let her look him over, but she didn't need time. Her lips found the sweet spot right at the curve of his neck, just above his collarbone where his muscular neck and shoulder met. Her teeth gritted and Namjoon closed his eyes, growling low.

Her nails clawed at his chest, trailing down his stomach. His abs reacted like an electric shock and painfully tightened, outlining his well-trained muscles.

Ari left his neck and looked at him, his eyes lighting up insanely and she smirked lasciviously. "Who missed who, Mr. Kim?" she asked quietly and in one movement removed her t-shirt, tossing it to the side.

"Shall we find out?" Namjoon asked and removed his own shirt, leaning down to capture her lips intently and roughly. Ari bit his bottom lip, her tongue licking it and meeting his.

The insane force of their kisses left them breathless, but neither of them stopped, his fingers undid the straps of her bra, sliding it down. His hands cupped her breasts and began massaging them hard, his fingers teasing her nipples, which rose firmly for attention.

Ari unbuckled his belt and pants and reached inside, cupping his tight throbbing cock. Namjoon moaned into her lips and his cock filled her palm.

"Damn you little…" he trailed off slightly and reached back, locking the door to the laundry room. Ari smiled, biting her lips, her tongue licking lightly at his swollen kiss marks and her eyes glinting even more thirstily.

"There's no escape now, Miss Hyun" Namjoon growled and she raised an eyebrow, tugging at his belt. "Who says I want to run?" Ari asked playfully, lifting his chin with a finger, searching for his lips.

Namjoon laughed and his tongue ran around the inside of her mouth. He lifted her slightly and dropped her to the ground, leaning down without breaking their kiss as he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, removing them along with her underwear.

He picked her up again and placed her back on the dryer, slowly removing her pants. Ari adjusted and spread her legs, tossing her head back, allowing him to trail her neck as her hand guided his cock massagingly.

He cupped her ass and pulled her in, penetrating deeply. "God you're so…" Namjoon moaned. "Wet?" Ari finished questioningly, sinking her teeth into his shoulder. "Holy shit, where's shy miss nanny at?" Namjoon snarled and backed away slightly, dipping sharply again.

"I'll call her later" Ari moaned against his lips and rose against his cock, tightening the walls of her vagina as Namjoon began to pound her furiously and growling.

"Don't... do... it!" he gritted his teeth and buried his face in the crook of her neck, increasing the force of their body thrusts. "That?" Ari asked, tightening again, pressing wet walls against his painfully tight cock.

"Bitch!" Namjoon hissed breathlessly and sucked her neck leaving a large purple blue welt. Ari closed her eyes and threw her head back. Her nails clawed at his back and Namjoon grunted in pain, mercilessly stretching the loins of her pussy.

His hands slid up her hips and cupped her waist, forcing her to move with his rhythm. Ari lost touch with reality, her body shook and she opened her eyes wide, staring into his.

Namjoon recognized her look unmistakably. "Not yet, baby, wait for me!" he commanded and she gritted her teeth, moaning breathlessly but not moving her eyes. "That's right, hold on a little longer, baby…" he increased the speed of his thrusts mercilessly, she was trying to delay her orgasm as she felt his approach.

"I can't wait any longer!" Ari clawed at his back again, Namjoon snarled and leaned down, sinking his teeth just below her jawline, marking his territory.

"Now, baby!" Namjoon moaned and she squirted him as his cum shot deep into her womb.Her scream sank into his throat as he took his name from her lips with kisses.

Ari laid her head back, smiling blissfully content, humming softly as Namjoon continued to tease her heated body with light kisses along her neck and shoulders.

"Just thinking that you've been denying me this for so long, makes me want to spank you!" Namjoon growled, running his tongue along the edge of her jaw. "And I might let you" she looked at him and he pressed his lips to hers.

"Don't run away from me anymore, Miss Hyun!" he licked her bottom lip passionately and she smirked. "What if I want to?" she asked jokingly, gasping in surprise as he pulled her tightly against him, giving her a menacingly cold look.

"Don't even think about it, baby!" he lifted her chin and made another purplish mark on her neck, then looked contentedly at the marks on her skin. "You are Kim Namjoon's property now, Hyun Ari, remember that!" Namjoon growled coldly and she blinked breathlessly, biting her lip.