something about the way the man’s voice filled her ears felt as if some sort of void was slowly being filled, so she wanted to make herself believe anyway. camila rather enjoyed listening to him speak, especially when he babbled on about business since she found a man with ambition rather sexy––especially considering the previous relationship she came from seemed to be lacking in that specific department. she could sense a hint of annoyance, or maybe even worry, when kang spoke, and thought, about the business. “prepares you for when you’re the big man in charge, mmm?” there was a certain twinkle to her honey hues when she said this. “i’ve never heard having more practice be a bad thing under any given circumstance, although i’m sure it’s tough to balance both.” she reassured him that she understand where he were coming from, though she truly didn’t know the struggle of balancing the two things that he had in his hands. her senses rose at the mention of new recipes, “you know i love to try new things,” she gave him the look “and you’re telling me that i have got to wait to try any of these?” her bottom lip puffed out in a pouty manner almost begging him to whip something up in his kitchen right then and there, though she did not want to move one bit nor did she have the want to let him go. “i suppose i will be a good girl and wait like the proper customer would.” she settled her own argument putting her lip back into it’s proper placement. his accent crept forward with his foreign words that he very well knew camila hadn’t a clue what was said, though she knew the words were a question from the inflection of his voice towards the end. his hands resting on her barefaced cheek, she pressed against it a bit, “you know damn well i have no idea what you just asked me,” her eyes s l o w l y closed, allowing her cheek and mind to fully rest within the palm of his hand. “you’re about to make me speak only french to you if you wanna play the game of foreign languages, papa.” the girl had mastered french throughout her years at private new york schools, even perfecting an accent that was hard to detect that the girl was truly american. she played up the french at times knowing it drove men wild––hell, sometimes she even drove herself rather mad with it.
it’s been a while since kang had been in a relationship with anyone -- the last had been with a woman he thought would take his last name back in college, but kang holds no bad blood with her. she’d moved on, gotten engaged, and now has a son that the male happened to meet when he went home to london a week or so ago. he’s not a man who keeps up with the gossip constantly surrounding the group he finds himself around, so he doesn’t really know what has happened in the female’s life prior to him popping in new york. better yet, he doesn’t even know what she could have been up to two days ago. kang squints at camila’s words. “shit’s not supposed to happen until i’m at least in my forties,” he mumbles, loud enough for the other to hear. his shoulder shrugs lightly. he could remember juggling two separate lifestyles when he lived back home -- the clean cut, suit wearing kang who was ready to talk numbers with men who were doctorate degree holders, and weed smoking, long nights and early mornings kang who spent too much time cruising around town in his bentayga until the sun rose. in a way, he was doing the same thing now -- both instances felt like kang had two full time jobs, and he was struggling to keep his head above water. his brow arches slightly. a barely there smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he listens to camila, and before he gets a chance to respond, she’s already answered her own question. ‘ it’s not definitive yet, so give me some time, ’ he speaks in a smooth voice, pressing his hands against the mattress to lean back against the headboard. the roberto cavalli duvet collects around the male’s waist, but he’s at least half decent if it slipped any further. “nǐ bù zhīdào wǒ zài shuō shénme? yīdiǎn yě bù?” he’s full on messing with her at this point, head tilting slightly when she speaks. kang takes it as an opportunity to fully tease camila, easily taking the chance and flipping the pair until he’s hovering over her. “nǐ xiǎng ràng wǒ shuōfǎ yǔ ma?” his face lowers to hers. “yǒngyuǎn bù huì fāshēng,” and with that, he stands from his bed and makes his way out of the room.
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