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After putting in the code, the first thing she noticed when she walked in was the soft music playing in the background. It wasn’t something she felt the need to be suspicious of, but upon walking further inside, she spotted two nearly empty wine glasses and plates on his marble countertops. Now that caused her to raise an eyebrow. Milan was far from stupid, so she put two and two together, coming to the conclusion this son of a bitch was cheating on her.

And once she walked down the hall to his bedroom, and peeked through the cracked door, she was indeed right. The couple rolled around in his bed; sweaty, grunting out their lust in what seemed to be an intense fuck session.

The same bed she was in only a few nights ago.

Milan unintentionally let out a humorless laugh that they just so happened to hear, causing them to abruptly stop their movements and look towards her. With a shake of her head, she stepped away, not wanting or feeling the need to confront the couple and went to make her exit instead. She could hear shuffling and him calling out her name but she was already close to the front door by the time he came rushing out in nothing but a pair of boxers looking thoroughly fucked.

“It’s no-”

“Save it. I don’t care, Marc,” Cutting his poor excuse off quickly. “I’ll see you around.” She threw over her shoulder and disappeared from his life completely.

A few minutes later she found herself here, sulking, not because she was cheated on but because she realized she knew better. And as always she was left alone. Milan didn’t even realize until now, she never had the pleasure of this thing called love…with the exception of him of course.

“That’s enough.” Said a familiar voice from behind her, a voice that always seemed to make her frozen heart flutter. “Let’s go.” Before her drunken brain could comprehend what he was doing, the shot glass she had was ripped away from her hands and she was moved from the bar carefully. She opened her mouth to protest but he ignored her, dropping a few bills for the bartender who called only a few moments ago.

He gave her a silent thank you, picking up Milan’s body bridal style and maneuvered through the crowded club and out the nearest exit.

Jackson was awoken out of his sleep from his phone ringing on his bedside table next to him. As soon as he saw the name pop up, he already knew what it was about before he even answered. A worried Jinnie urged him to come to get Milan who was drinking way past her normal limit.

Getting dressed, he was out of his apartment in less than five minutes and thankfully had one of his drivers drive him to club Seoul Nights. With a hat and black mask shielding most of his face, he entered the club and headed straight for the bar area where Milan sat with her head laying on her folded arms and drink number nine in one hand.

He stood there feeling a sense of irritation at her recent antics when something doesn’t go her way. Pushing those thoughts aside, he softly grabbed ahold of her, removing the drink she didn’t need and paid more than enough than what was needed to Jinnie and left the overly packed popular club.

Laying her short body across the backseat, he slid in next to her and placed her head on his lap while the driver pulled away and drove the short ride back to his apartment building.

It was quiet for a while, so Jackson assumed Milan had fallen asleep but her raspy tone hitting his ears caused him to look down at the beauty with an expression she couldn’t read. “You didn’t have to come to get me….” She trailed off, feeling guilty and ashamed that he had to see her in the state she was in. More than anything, she hated looking weak in front of him.

She didn’t deserve his pity or kindness for that matter.

“You’re right I didn’t but you needed me.” He stated in such a monotone manner, focusing his attention on the buildings as they passed by. She could feel the tears begin to fall down her face for numerous reasons. He shouldn’t have to be put in a position like this, especially now with his success.

He deserved better.

“I promise Jackson, this will be the last time. I’ll disappear forever after this.” She spoke weakly, already making up in her mind to follow through with her words.

Jackson smiled to himself already considering what she said to be pure bullshit. Besides, he wouldn’t ever allow her to go anywhere, he refused to. “No. Now stop talking.” He ordered, not really in the mood to discuss this right now. All he wanted was to get her back to his apartment and make sure she was alright.

But of course, Milan wasn’t finished.

“You’re so stupid. Why do you waste your time when you know I’m no good for you?” She fussed, trying to seat up but failing miserably, falling back onto his comfortable lap. Why couldn’t he just hate her already?

“You know why.” He answered after a while, still not sparing her the simple glance she wished he would.

When the car came to a stop, he carried her inside of the building and headed towards the elevator without anyone really paying them any attention. Not even a second after he unlocked the door, Milan began to make that retching noise, barely giving him time to make it to the bathroom to hover her head over the toilet as she released all the alcohol from her system. He carefully held her hair from her face until she was done.

She felt so disgusting but relieved all at once. Helping her up to her feet after flushing the toilet, he handed her a cup of water to wash out her mouth. Apart of her wanted to protest but thought against it. It would be pointless anyway.

He pulled her into the kitchen and sat her in one of the chairs before rummaging through the fridge for something to ease the hangover he knew she was already starting to fell. Settling for a Gatorade, he opened the bottle and handed it to her, watching her closely until she drunk every last drop.

Tossing the bottle in the plastic green bin, he gave her a banana and yogurt to eat just to be on the safe side. Milan gladly scarfed down the sweet tasting items in a matter of minutes, feeling somewhat better.

Once she was done, he bent down, removing the heels from her feet and disappeared down the hall for a few seconds, only to reappear with one of his shirts. “Change into this.” He told her, handing her the shirt, waiting for her to change out her clothes that smelled of exactly like the club they just left.

She eyed him, waiting for him to at least turnaround or leave the room so she could have some privacy but he wasn’t going anywhere. “I’ve seen you naked before Milan.” He reminded her, taking a step forward, unzipping the back her black tight dress. Her cheeks grew warm from remembering the one and only time they slept together two years ago.

The same day she realized he was too good for her.

She sighed to herself, quickly shimmering out of the dress and pulled on the shirt that smelled just like him. He picked it up and threw it into the washing machine, setting it to wash while he led the way towards his bedroom.

On slight wobbly legs, she made her way towards his bed while he closed the door behind him. Slipping underneath the cool bedsheets, she laid down and watched him join her soon after.

With their heads on the pillow, they faced each other in the dark as many thoughts ran through both of their minds. “Thank you.” She whispered, reaching up to run her fingers through his silky locks. Of course he didn’t say anything in return, instead, he kissed her forehead and pulled her closer to him.

This was the first time in a while that they cuddled, and even though Milan wouldn’t admit it, she missed being in his arms.