#interracialfanfic

Even when her cousin, Brandy, dragged her to a random Halloween party the looks never stopped.

However, it was when Riley was approached by some random female with her ex close behind that changed everything.

It was the words the girl spoke that caused Riley to snap. Words that she hated hearing.

Now here she stood, cleaning her hand of blood that didn't belong to her.

"I'm fine Brandy, I promise," Riley says out loud, placing her phone on the sink countertop once she answered. Turning off the faucet, she grabbed a few paper towels wiping her hands clean then her face as she pulled herself together.

"Are you sure? I can take you back home if you want. Matter of fact, where are you?" Riley could barely make out Brandy's words over the loud music in the background, even with her being on speakerphone.

"I'm in one of the bathrooms upstairs. Don't worry about me. I'll be back down in a few minutes,"

The party was being held in a house big as hell. In her attempt to separate herself from everyone, she made so many different turns until she found a bathroom to hide in and she knew getting back would be a challenge.

"Are you positive you're ok Riley? Don't be fucking lying either,"

A soft smile formed across Riley's face at her cousin's concern. "Yes. I'm positive. I'll see you in a minute,"

"Text me when you make it back. I can barely hear you," Brandy advises before she hung up, leaving Riley to her thoughts.

Letting out a deep breath, Riley turned her attention towards the mirror to look herself over. She was surprised her white and gold goddess costume remained intact and blood free as she examined the material carefully.

Although physically she looked fine, mentally she needed a break.

As soon as Riley stepped out into the hallway, she felt it. A chill went up her spine causing her to shiver as a sense of uneasiness filled her veins. Her dark eyes darted around her surroundings, searching for any indication of danger but she quickly realized that she was alone....and everything was eerily silent.

"Yeah aight," Riley mumbles to herself, assuming that she was probably overthinking things. Considering the massive size of the house, she thought the silence was because she was probably on the other side of the house away from the party itself. She couldn't even feel the thump of the bass much less hear people talking.

It was just her and for some reason, it made Riley nervous. So much so that even the hair on the back of her neck stood up.

Each step she took, it felt as though the hallway seemed to never end, or at least in her mind it didn't.

And that was when she heard it.

A slight ding of what sounded like a bell. Similar to the ones Riley heard around Christmas time.

Her feet picked up speed without her even realizing it and she soon found herself powerwalking and turning a random corner, no longer caring if she knew where the fuck she was going.

However, when the sound of the bell met Riley's ears again, only much closer this time, she knew she was no longer alone. Someone was following her and she could sense it.

Her fight and flight senses were kicking in and while she was scared, she was mad as hell too cause who the hell was playing games with her?

"Whoever you are, you need to stop before I-"

"Before you what?"

In an instant, Riley stopped dead in her tracks as fear consumed her. That voice...it was the type of voice that was silken yet so malevolent that it made her knees weak.

Riley barely turned her head when out of the corner of her eye she saw a shadow whisk by. She wanted to believe that it was just her imagination fuckin with her but she knew better,

In her scared state, she barely felt the warm hand grab her shoulder causing her to turn around only to see nothing. Her eyes darted around every inch of the empty hallway in fear all while Riley was doing her best to keep herself from screaming like an idiot.

This was some scary movie type of shit and she was not feeling it one bit.

"Stop messin with me!" She demanded, still too afraid to move. Whoever was taunting her was doing a good ass job. She understood that it was Halloween but this was too much.

They were trying to scare her and it was working.

Closing her eyes for a second, Riley took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her raging nerves. Thinking that maybe she was tripping and letting her mind get the best of her.

Unfourtnely, the thought seemed to evaporate as soon as she opened her eyes and turned around.

"Boo!"

On instinct, Riley swung only to have her already sore fist caught with ease by the man standing in front of her. A whimper fell past her lips as they gave it a slight squeeze much to her discomfort.

Their eyes were penetrating and dark, so black that Riley could see her reflection in them. "Don't move," The man advised, holding her wrist tightly.

"Excuse me?" Riley replied with disbelief. It was like the air around them grew cold. The only warmth she felt was from his gloved hand.

The man watched with emotionless eyes as she finally took all of him in.

He stood tall in a black and white costume with his face painted mimicking an evil jester to match. But what Riley noticed the most were the bells that dangled from his headpiece.

As if he could read her mind, the man moved his head slightly, causing one of the bells to ring. Riley instantly took a step back, only to feel something hard behind her.

"You want to run with nowhere to hide...that's cute," Spoke a smooth, husky voice right behind her. Riley involuntarily shivered, feeling a pair of lips brush against her earlobe.

Snapping her head towards the voice, Riley was met with another pair of dark eyes except for one being covered by a whitened contact lens. Just like the man in front of her, he too wore a jester costume but in black and red.

"What is this? Some kind of a joke?" Riley croaks out, looking at the man who still had a death grip on her wrist.

She watched as his head turned a bit at her question. "Not at all princess. In fact, we want you terrified," He smirks, looking evil as hell. "You're almost there,"

His response made Riley's head hurt. The fuck were these people on?

"Let go of me," She fussed, attempting to pull free from him but the man barely seemed to budge. Not at all fazed by her trying to break free.

"Never," Said the one behind her, placing soft kisses along her exposed shoulder. Riley moved away from him, ignoring his low chuckles.

"Besides, we're here to celebrate with you," The man in front of her tells her, catching her attention. "Today is a special day is it not?" He questions, briefly making eye contact with the man behind her.

It didn't take Riley long to know what he meant. "You're sick,"

"What did they call your dad again?" He questions mockingly, snapping his fingers as if he was trying to think of the name. The very name everyone labeled her father as. The very name she loathed.

"The Se-"

"Stop!" Riley blurts out, feeling her tears prickle in the corners of her eyes. "Let go of me!" She demanded once more. This wasn't funny and she was getting angry the longer she stood there trapped between these men she didn't even know.

"Don't worry princess, that will change sooner than you think,"

"Real soon," The black and red Jester confirms, twirling a piece of Riley's hair with his fingers. "You can thank your beloved father for that,"

Riley snapped her gaze towards him, confused by their words. "What are you talking about?"

The man behind her simply smiled causing a shiver to run down her spine. How could something so beautiful look so deadly? It confused her. And the way he looked at her...

"You'll see," He reassures her, softly caressing her cheek. He found himself mesmerized by her beauty just as he was when he first laid eyes on her after so many years.

They all were so fascinated by her.

Riley could only stare at him, feeling conflicted by her situation. "But fair warning though princess," The black and white jester speaks up, grabbing her attention once more. "You have approximately six minutes to get out of this house before it's burned to the ground,"

She watched him lean down until their nose practically were touching. She begins to wonder if either one of them knew the meaning of personal space. "You won't remember us but we'll leave you with this,"

Before Riley could ask what he meant, he leaned closer brushing his lips against hers just as she felt another pair on her neck. She barely had time to react when he kissed her. All the confusion, fear and anger she felt were wiped away by a wave of bliss and pure temptation.

But just as soon as it started, it was over and there Riley stood alone once more.

The cold air that once surrounded her was now hot and muggy with the smell of smoke instantly filling her nose. Riley found herself coughing more roughly the closer she seemed to get to where the party was being held.

'I Put a Spell On You' blasted through the speakers along with screams of agony and fear as she watched people running for any exit they could find, trampling over each other and pushing anyone in their way. With very few helping those in need. Flames seemed to have engulfed almost everything in every direction Riley looked. The heat and smoke became unbearable.

Her eyes burned as she squinted, trying to see if she could spot Brandy in the chaos, all while avoiding stepping on the bodies that were scattered around her.

This was sickening. And the smell. It made her stomach turn.

Spotting the opened front doors, Riley ran towards it with a few people following behind her. But just as she made it through, the doors slammed shut leaving the others trapped inside. With no hesitation, Riley reached for the handle to open the door, only to immediately snatch her hand back from pain as the doorknobs glowed a bright red.

Holding her burned hand close to her chest, Riley moved down the steps and further away from the house as she watched in disbelief the scene before her.

It was something out of a horror film.

Darkness surrounded her in the midst of turmoil.

For three years they played this cruel game. The trust they once had for one another almost cease to exist. Yet, the love they shared seemed unscathed.

Even when they attempted to date other people, somehow, someway, they always ended up back together. The word "sorry" no longer existed in their vocabulary. There were only so many times it could be said until its purpose became tainted.

In a way, she was positive they liked hurting one another. A sick way to show they still cared.

Two months have passed since she last saw him and she was doing so well without him. Or so she forced herself to believe. Her weakest moments always seemed to attack her thoughts late at night as she lay in bed alone.

She shouldn't miss him.

Life was much better without his presence.

But every time her eyes closed, her mind was filled with thoughts of him no matter how hard she tried to forget him.

She was addicted to everything that was him and he knew it.

He thrived off the fact that no matter how many times she yelled out "fuck you", she'd always come back to him where she belonged.

In his twisted mind, no one would ever love her in the way he does.

Touch her as he does.

Kiss her as he does.

Hold her as he does.

And more importantly, make love to her as he does.

Just the thought of him shook her mentally.

God, she hated him so much.

Licking her lips, Nia stood quietly outside of his apartment door, silently telling herself to just turn on her heel and go back home where she needed to be.

But she'd be lying to herself if she didn't say that she missed him because she did.

However, it wasn't as if she needed him like the oxygen she breathed.

And just as she was about to walk away, the sounds of locks coming undone caught her attention, pulling her from her intense thoughts.

"Shit," She whispered to herself as the door swung open to reveal him in all of his toxicity. Nia noted how his hair had grown longer with his bangs hanging just below his eyebrows. He stood in front of her with an unbuttoned satin shirt showcasing his chest and a pair of matching pants. A mean mug immediately spread across her face as she ignored her rapidly beating heart.

He knew exactly what the hell he was doing.

"Why did you call me here I.M?" It was a question that she already knew the answer to but the need to break the silence between them was necessary.

The way he looked at her...it was as if he saw right through her.

A small smile formed on his face as he eyed her slowly from head to toe and back up again before his dark eyes settled on her own. "The same reason why you decided to come...because I wanted to. Now come in," He answered, stepping aside to let her in.

Shaking her head, Nia did as he said while he locked the door behind her. She stood quietly in the middle of his dark hallway that had the kitchen on one side and his living room on the other, his scent filling her nose no matter which way her head turned.

"Keep walking," Changkyun softly ordered, his warm breath fanned against her ear causing a shiver to go down her spine.

Biting her tongue, she removed her slippers and walked further down the hall towards his dimly lit bedroom where the door was left slightly open. Nia felt Changkyun's arm brush past hers to push the door completely open to reveal his cozy room.

"What have I told you about coming out in public dressed like this?" He questioned lowly, tugging at the bottom of the white romper onesie that fitted snuggly against her skin. It was obvious she wore nothing underneath.

"I wasn't about to change just to come see you, besides..."

"Besides what?"

Nia felt so small under his gaze as he stood in front of her with his arm crossed. "I won't be here for long," She informs him, turning her attention towards the hard rain hitting against the glass above them.

Changkyun smirked at her words knowing full well they were a lie. "Why won't you just be with me Nia? Every time you run you always come back to me in the end,"

"You know exactly why," Nia instantly replies. It was a question that was asked by him often and the answer never changed. "What do you even want from me? You have so many options,"

"I want you to be my wife Nia. No one else compares to you and you know this," He counters back with swiftness. "No more games. No more lies,"

Nia stared back at him, looking for any indication of dishonesty. "I don't know I.M...I need time to think,"

As much as she wanted to believe his words, it was hard. She was so fuck'd up mentally because of him.

"Why do you do this to me?" She questions just above a whisper, hating how weak she was when it came to him. All it took was one look and he had her right where he wanted. She was his and no one else.

"Take it off," He commands, ignoring her question on purpose. "Please..."

Maybe it was because of how tempting Changkyun looked at the moment. Pure sex on legs. Or the way he spoke to her, demanding yet sweet. It took little to nothing to get her to do whatever he asked of her.

She was so pathetic.

However, Nia didn't care. Especially when he slid inside of her, hitting every spot, including the ones she didn't even know she had.

Only he could make her body shake with need. Giving her the type of dick that made her call out to the heavens above in bliss. Even to the point tears would run down her face in disbelief.

He fucked her as if it would be their last, leaving nothing untouched.

Nia found herself bent over with her ass in the air just how Changkyun liked it. Her hands gripping the sheets as he delivered toe-curling strokes after another, driving her insane. "You feel so good," She whined, feeling him places kisses along her back.

Changkyun said nothing at first, only responding by practically fucking Nia like his life depended on it. Rolling his hips every time in a way that had Nia wither with need. Her pussy welcomed him each time he filled her with such need.

"Say it,"

"It's yours," Nia barely croaked out, knowing what he wanted. "It's all yours," She said again, reaching back to push him away. The pressure in her gut became too much.

"You never knew he was a drug lord?" Wooyoung asks, catching Riley's gaze.

She softly shook her head. "No. I just knew he was a businessman. He had a whole office building. Never had a reason to question anything," Ever since she could remember her father, Rio, always were suits or dressed up nicely. Always left in the mornings and came back in the afternoon. So when it came to the house they lived in. The cars they drove. The trips they took. Riley just assumed it was because he was simply successful.

All that mattered to Riley was that Rio was an amazing father. He showed up and supported her through everything. And when it came to getting advice, he always gave the most encouraging speeches.

"No mother?"

"She died not long after giving birth to me. I never knew her," She reveals, drinking the rest of her wine. "My father dated but nothing ever really lasted,"

Carefully reaching towards her, Eunwoo traced the closed wound on her chest that was slightly above her left breast. "What happened here?"

Riley looked down and followed Eunwoo's hand, up to his arm then finally his handsome face. "I was shot when I was fourteen but I don't remember much. Only that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time,"

Eunwoo let out a soft laugh through his nose and pulled his hand away. "You got shot because of your father my love," He informs her, watching as her eyes squint at him.

"How do you know?"

"Because we were the ones who saved you," Taehyung says, leaning his head onto his closed fist.

Riley eyed him confused. "What?"

"That night Riley, your father decided to make a quick stop to handle "business" but it was a setup. He had managed to escape, however, not before you were hit by one of the stray bullets that lit up his car," Wooyoung tells her while pouring wine into his own glass. "Rio wasn't sure if you'd make it to the hospital alive so he came to us and pleaded for your life,"

All three men watched as heavy confusion spread across her face as she tried to process what she just heard. "We agreed of course because you were only a child but...not without making a deal first," Eunwoo chimes in, leaning back against his chair.

"What kind of deal?" Riley swiftly probes, eyeing each man suspiciously. Their words just weren't making sense to her at all. They all looked around her age, so how could they have possibly been there that night?

"Well, that's the thing princess, at the time even we weren't sure. We just told Rio to be on the lookout and when we made up our minds, we'd come find him," Taehyung slyly smirks, sending a shiver straight up Riley's spine.

For some reason, that pet name seemed to trigger something in her.

"Years had gone by and we had finally agreed on what we wanted however....daddy dearest wasn't here for it. While he may have been a ruthless man, he wasn't the kind to give up his most precious gift so easily or at all for that matter," Taehyung adds with a roll of his eyes.

Slightly slamming his glass onto the table to make Riley focus her eyes on him, Wooyoung gave her a dark look that made her feel a bit more nervous. "We let him think he could keep you safe from us but he's human and like most of them, he was a fool. And what we want, we always get,"

"I-I don't understand," Everything they were saying clearly had a double meaning yet as to what had Riley lost. She was starting to get scared and she felt as though they could sense it.

The way they were looking at her made her feel very uneasy and she didn't like it.

"He refused to hold up his end of the deal and in return we made him suffer. Rio thought he could protect you but he was wrong," Eunwoo mutters, moving a piece of her hair behind her shoulder.

Riley shook her head. "What the hell are yall talking about? Protect me for what?!"

Standing up, Taehyung let out a soft chuckle as he walked closer to where Riley sat frozen, staring up at him. "From us Riley," He says softly while pulling her up from her chair. "Getting into his mind was easy and making him kill was even easier,"

Riley barely took a step back when she felt someone behind her. Looking up over her shoulder, she nearly jumped out of her skin seeing Wooyoung and Eunwoo both standing there. Her eyes blinked rapidly trying to process what was happening. She didn't even see them move.

"Tell me something my love, do you believe in the supernatural?" Taehyung questioned, lifting her hand towards his cool lips where he placed a single kiss on her fingertips.

Riley looked at him up and down. "No,"

"Don't worry, you will soon enough," Wooyoung smiles, slowly running his fingers down her exposed arm.

They watched as Riley visibly shivered. "What is this?"

Gripping her chin, Eunwoo forced her to look at him as he stood by her side. "We've been watching you and now that we have you...you will be ours forever,"

It was as if something inside of Riley's mind finally clicked at that moment. Those eyes. She recognized them. "You..." She weakly croaks out, staring at him as fear started to consume her.

She knew those eyes.

"You humans...are so weak," Taehyung scoffs eyeing Riley from head to toe, admiring her beauty and the way her white dress hugged her frame. "It's going to be fun to break you and make you scream my name princess,"

"You're scared...I like that," Wooyoung mumbles against her shoulder before placing a kiss on it. "You smell good too,"

"Stop!" Riley shrieks, stepping away from them until her back met a brick wall, feeling beyond creeped out. She glanced towards the door debating if she could make a run for it.

"Go ahead and try," Eunwoo calmly encourages her, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Besides, I plan to make you run from me in many different ways,"

For a minute, Riley stood there quietly weighing out her options. She could run but how far would she get? They were too high up so jumping out of a window would be practically suicidal. While she could fight, taking all three of them on would be pointless. So what the fuck was she going to do?

Before she could even think of another plan, all three men were close to her in a blink of an eye.

"I'm afraid there is nothing you can do my love," Eunwoo breathes, grabbing Riley by the neck. "Believe me, after what we're about to give you, I doubt you will want to leave,"

His words were the last thing Riley heard when she felt tense pain coming from both her wrist. She watched in horror as Taehyung and Wooyoung suck blood from her veins as Eunwoo held her in place.

"Relax," He softly advises, sensing her panic. "The more you resist, the more it will hurt,"

Riley looked at him as if he was crazy but after a minute, she listened to his words and let out a deep breath to calm down. The wave of pleasure she felt was instant. Her brown eyes stared up at Eunwoo as he briefly focused on her thighs before slowly looking up to meet her gaze.

"You get wet easy as fuck I see," He suddenly comments, just as Riley felt the moistness in her panties. "Your scent is going to drive me crazy," He adds, gripping her neck tighter.

She couldn't explain it but his vulgar words made her throb. This wasn't supposed to be happening like this.

"She likes the way you said that," Wooyoung softly laughs once he pulled away, her blood coating his lips and teeth. "You taste as good as I knew you would princess,"

"I bet that pussy tastes even better," Taehyung practically purrs, licking the wound on her wrist closed. "That ass too,"

Their words only made her want them more. This sense of desire that she was currently feeling was strong and undeniable.  She wanted them closer to her. Almost as if she was craving their touch. Riley felt as if she was losing her mind. Just moments ago she was afraid for her life now all she wanted was to be fucked senseless.

Eunwoo smiled as he read her mind, releasing her throat and taking a step back. He could feel his dick jump at the sight of her. She was so gorgeous and alluring, even more so as she stared back at them with a lust-filled gaze.

It wasn't just because of what he looked like that caught their attention but more so of his demeanor. There was just something about him that drew people in no matter where he went. The stares, the attention, he has grown used to it at this point in his life.

"Riley?"

Looking up, Riley temporarily paused her movements when her eyes met the figure leaning against the booth she was occupying. "Wooyoung?" She blinked, trying to process that he was actually here. Her eyes darted around, confused by his presence.

"May I join you?" He politely requests, a small smile forming on his face.

"Of course," She nods, licking her lips clean from the piece of bacon she had just eaten. "Why are you out so late?"

Wooyoung shrugged as he slid into the seat across from her and comfortably sat back. "I don't sleep much at night. Sometimes I go for a drive or walk to pass by time," He answers, lightly tapping his fingers against the shiny table.

Riley hummed, cutting into her french toast. "Are you hungry?" She asks, eating her food as she glanced at him, waiting for his response. "You can order whatever you like. I'll pay for it," She offers once she swallowed, not wanting to be rude.

"No, but thank you," He smoothly declines, allowing his eyes dance across her face, taking in her beautiful features. Truth was that Wooyoung was hungry, just not for the type of food she was eating.

His appetite was...quite different from most.

Riley casually shrugs, going right back to eating, only stopping to take a sip of her drink. "Do you come here often?" She questions after a few minutes in an attempt to make conversation. The way he was watching her made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

It made her feel so uneasy.

"Not at all. I was walking by and saw you so I figured I'd come in and sit with you for a bit," He half lies, knowing he had been following her since she left their apartment building.

"I see. Well, that's nice of you," She smiles at him, appreciating the company, despite his odd behavior. Riley was used to being stared at but not in the way he was doing it. No. Wooyoung's eyes seemed to gaze at Riley as if he was painting an intricate picture of her in his mind.

It reminded her of the way Taehyung stared her down that night inside their apartment,

"Why are you up so late? If you don't mind me asking," It was the sound of his voice that really caught Riley's attention. It was so soothing and velvety. The type of voice that could talk Riley into a deep, peaceful sleep.

For a few seconds, she found herself looking him over, silently admiring just how handsome he truly was. The most Riley has done was steal glances whenever she'd catch him in their hallway or on the elevator. Her eyes took in his tanned skin, the same shade as the sands in the Sahara desert. His black hair seemed soft as it had a slight part in the middle, allowing his bangs to hang along the sides of his face. A single beauty mark was under his eye that she found to be unique and cute. And his lips...lips that were currently pulled into a smile, watching Riley practically drool over him.

But it was his eyes that she liked the most. So dark and piercing.

Regardless, all Riley knew was that just like him, his roommates were insanely attractive, The type of looks that made anyone stop and stare.

"I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep, so I figured I'd grab a bite to eat since I haven't eaten anything since yesterday morning," She explains after clearing her throat, feeling a little embarrassed.

Wooyoung simply nods, briefly looking out the window at the empty streets before focusing his attention back on Riley. "Eunwoo and Taehyung told me that were at our door late one night about one week ago looking distraught. What was that about?" He curiously asks, leaning his head into the palm of his hand as he stares at her.

"There was a house fire at a Halloween party I had attended. Twenty-six people that night from the result of it," She explains, filling her mouth with a fork full of eggs, not wanting to talk much about what happened. The fire had rocked the city as another unfortunate tragedy that happened on Halloween night in the last two years.

Still, the story surrounding her father was still a hot topic much to Riley's displeasure but what could she do about it?

Wooyoung quietly watched as Riley's face changed from discomfort to somber in seconds as unwanted thoughts filled her mind. Thoughts he could read clearly.

"Are you free tomorrow night Riley?" Wooyoung suddenly questions, bringing Riley out of her unhappy thoughts.

Riley eyed him curiously. "Yes. Why?"

"Would you join us for dinner? We've been neighbors for months and I...we...would like to get to know you and vice versa," He informs her. attempting not to probe her mind too much. But her thoughts were so loud sometimes that they could be heard even when she was across the hall from them.

"I-I don't know," She shys away, not really used to anyone wanting to get to know her. "I'm pretty boring,"

"I beg to differ," He quickly counters back, sitting back against the booth. "There's a lot more to you than you think,"

Hearing this caused Riley to raise an eyebrow. "Oh really? What makes you so sure?"

Wooyoung shifts his intense gaze toward the table for a second before meeting her eyes once more. "Just a feeling I guess," He states, watching her eat the rest of her food that remained on her plate. "Besides, I'm curious about you,"

Pushing her now empty plate to the side, Riley smiled a bit at his words. "Is that why you've been watching me the way you have been? Out of curiosity?"

Placing his arm over the top of the booth's chair, Wooyoung released a low chuckle. "I like what I see when I look at you. I apologize if that makes you nervous," He bluntly says, The type of thoughts that went through their mind that involved her would scare her if she knew.

His gums ached just looking at her. He had the pleasure of tasting her blood once and it was every bit of the word marvelous. However, it was then he knew without a doubt that she was the one they needed.

And thanks to the incompetence of her father, she now belonged to them...for eternity.

"What time is this dinner? Should I dress nicely?" She half-jokes, downing the rest of her drink and placing the empty glass back on the table.

"Is 6:30 good for you? Come however you like. Hoody and sweats. A dress. A cute top and jeans. It's all up to you," Wooyoung didn't care what she wore because he knew by the end of it, whatever she wore was coming off if their plan plays out correctly.

Waiting was no longer an option. They wanted her.

The craving for her was becoming too much for all of them, even Eunwoo who always had the most restraint out of all of them.

"Gotcha. And what will be on the menu?"

A sly smirk pulled at Wooyoung's lips as explicit thoughts filled his brain as those words left her mouth. All of which he kept to himself of course. "Are you a fan of Korean dishes?"

"I've never really had any before but I would love to try it," She beamed now a bit more excited, even though she knew she would be inside the apartment of three men who made her feel some type of way.

"6:30 it is then and Riley?"

"Yes?"

She wanted to smack herself.

However, Makina couldn't deny the way her body seemed to react to what had happened that night. While she may have felt embarrassed by what she did, she couldn't front like it wasn't the sexiest shit she had ever experienced.

Even now she found herself squeezing her thighs together for some type of friction. It was ridiculous the control Jungkook had over her already. And seeing him around campus made it no better.

Jungkook however seemed unfazed. The man had made no attempt to even try to question Makina on why she was acting funny, in fact, he acted as if she never existed. If he were to see her around, he made no effort to acknowledge it and Makina wasn't quite sure how felt about that. She may have been ignoring him but to see him act as though she was completely invisible just didn't sit right with her.

"Fuck him," She mumbles to herself with a roll of her eyes. "He isn't that damn fine,"

"Who isn't?"

Upon hearing a familiar voice behind her, Makina whipped around with a bored look on her face. "You," She replies after a few seconds.

Jungkook smiled in return, leaning against the bookshelf. "You only say that because you're mad at yourself,"

"Why would I possibly be mad sir?" Makina shoots back sarcastically, placing her hands on her waist.

"Mad because you can't stop thinking about me and probably because of what happened that night," He states matter of factually. "Which is crazy in my opinion because I regret nothing,"

"Yeah? Well, that's you. I know better," For the life of her, Makina couldn't figure out why she did what she did so easily. She had never acted like that before in her life until she met him.

Jungkook stared at her for a few seconds as her face morphed along with every emotion that she was currently feeling. He was aware that she had been going out of her way to stay away from him and he in return chose to respect it. However, he could no longer resist not talking to her. His mind wouldn't let him.

"Then I suggest you get over it because we made a deal remember? I'm yours now,"

"Excuse me?" She blinked, taken back by his boldness once more.

Standing up to his full height, Jungkook moved toward Makina until he invaded her personal space. "You heard me Makina. We're far from being done,"

Makina stared up at him as she ignored the throb in between her thighs. She knew for a fact her pussy was leaking at this point. How could he be so submissive yet dominant at the same time confused her? "Stop running from me," He tells her, watching Makina place her hands on his chest in an attempt to have some type of space between them.

"And if I don't? Then what?"

It was the fact that Makina had no clue of the door she opened when she decided to approach Jungkook that day. The beautiful woman didn't know how much of her world would be turned upside down once she told him what she wanted. That the moment their lips met, she had sealed her fate.

"Be honest with me Makina. You've never wanted someone so badly until you met me, am I right?" He questions, fully aware of what her answer would be. "That's why you run because you're afraid you'll crave me too much,"

In defeat, Makina closed her eyes, releasing a breath through her nose as realization finally set in. He was right. If she could be in this man's skin she would be. She wanted so badly for him to bend her over one of the tables and fuck her as she deserves.

He made her want to do the nasty things imaginable and it drove her crazy.

"Look at me mommy..."

Jungkook watched Makina bite her lip at his words before she opened her eyes to meet his gaze. "You do magic don't you?" She chuckles to herself, feeling him wrap his arms around her waist. The sexual attention them was almost mind blogging to Makina. In a way, she is almost scared to let go and allow Jungkook to help her fulfill every fantasy she's had. Scared that she'll be stuck on this man like gorilla glue.

For a second, Jungkook smiled down at her just before his lips found hers, leading her into a kiss that made her instantly melt into him. Her lips were soft as they moved against his in a way that had Makina weak in the knees. Even when she allowed his tongue to enter her mouth, she felt as if Jungkook was trying to snatch her soul with his lips alone.

He shouldn't be kissing her like this. Not as intimate and intense as he was. Did he want her obsessed with him?

"Come on," He instructs breathlessly once he pulled away from her. Makina said nothing, letting him take her to wherever he had in mind, her assignment long forgotten.

They walked until Jungkook found a section furthest in the back of the library that was dimly lit and shielding them away from wandering eyes. He wasted no time trapping Makina between him a single table that was hidden behind a bookshelf.

"Take them off," He softly demands, tugging up her maxi dress until it bunched around her waist. "Please,"

It was the neediness in his voice that had her moving at the speed of light to do what he asked. Taking her panties and putting them in his pocket, Jungkook lifted her up and gently sat her on top of the table as he stood between her legs. "I didn't bring any protection..." He trails off, leaving room for her to say no in case she didn't want things to progress further.

"It's fine, I'm on the pill," She instantly replies back as her fingers hooked into the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down until his dick was free. "Fuck me,"

Removing his shirt, Jungkook wasted no time pulling her closer to the table's edge and opening Makina's leg wider while she leaned back on her forearms. "We have to be quiet," He warns, using the tip of his dick to move up and down her coated lips, slightly pushing past them to tease at her clit.

Makina simply nodded, biting her bottom lip in an attempt to be quiet. However, the task proved to be almost impossible once he aligned with her opening and slowly pushed inside her, making her close her eyes tightly.

"Don't do that," He sexily hisses, feeling her walls grip around him the further he went. There was no doubt his fingers would leave a mark on the back of her thighs with how tightly he held them but he couldn't help it. She was so damn wet and warm that Jungkook knew he wasn't going to last long.

His eyes remained on her as he pulled out and slid back in, focusing on the way her head dropped back each time he entered her. The sound of her wetness filled the air around him as he picked up his rhythm, snapping his hips at an angle that pulled a grunt from his opened mouth.

He didn't understand why she felt as good as she did. Her sleek walls pulsated around his dick so deliciously that it was driving him almost insane. The type of pleasure he felt being inside of Makina was borderline earth-shattering. So much so that he couldn't stop his soft cries from slipping past his lips.

Gripping at his forearms, Makina opened her legs wider, letting Jungkook go even deeper causing her to let out a moan louder than she intended. "It's so hard..." She shutters with need, feeling him watch her much gratification. He felt nothing short of ecstasy, so much so that Makina wanted to cry out to the world how good he was making her feel.

The way her pussy welcomed each stroke, coating him with essence. He fucked into her just right, rolling and working his fluid hips with determination. "Shit Makina," He whines, picking up momentum. "You're about to me cum deep inside you,"

"Do it," Makina chokes out, the pressure to her gut becoming more intense. "It's yours Kookie...it's all yours," Her voice lowly quivered. From the way his dick filled and stretched her out to his dark eyes staring back at her with such ferocity, Makina knew she was about to peak and Jungkook could feel it.

"Then let go mommy," He urged in a voice much deeper and dulcet than usual. "Cum all over this dick for me,"

Just as she opened her mouth to respond, Jungkook reached between them to apply pressure to her clit. "Fuck Kookie, stop...stop!" She pleaded with desperation but he refused to let up and instead went harder, fucking her more intensely. In seconds, her vision blurred and her eyes became teary-eyed as her body trembled beneath him.

Makina attempted to quiet down her moans by slapping her hand over her mouth but it only muffled so much. The way his hips smacked against the back of her thighs made it no better. "I'm right there...shit Makina...shit," Jungkook groans against her lips as he leaned over her before pulling away and out of her, letting his seed spill onto the floor at his feet.

Their harsh breathing mingled together, filling the silence around them and for a few minutes neither said a word until Jungkook calmed down enough to say words that made Makina's eyes buck.

San was feeling impatient and patient all at once. He was willing to just pull her panties down and bury himself deep within her right against his front door, yet he wanted to take his time and explore every inch of her. To cherish her like she deserves to be.

Regardless of what he wanted, this night wasn't about him. Whatever she needed he would provide. Whether she wanted it rough and nasty or slow and sensual, or all four all in one night, he was hers to use as her heart desired.

Interlocking her hands with his, he kissed her deeply, as if the two have always been lovers. And that shook Talayeh so much but she refused to pull away. It all felt too...right. Too real.

Running his hands down her back, he grabbed her ass, squeezing the soft flesh, pulling her closer to him. His action catching her by surprise as she gasped, allowing his tongue to taste her own, making her go weak in the knees.

"San...wait..." She panted, forcing herself away from him. Their harsh breathing mingled together when he placed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes to settle down a bit.

"We don't have to do this." He reassured her, moving her hair from her face to see it better.

Talayeh bit her bottom lip, letting her head fall back, trying to get herself together. Her false eyelashes brushed against the tops of her cheeks until she looked back at San, who stood watching her curiously.

Taking her hand, she palmed his face, not believing that he was real and that this whole situation was one she made up in her mind. His skin was as soft as she imagined it to be, almost making her believe that he just had to be sculpted by the Lord himself.

He seemed almost unreal, even though he was standing right in front of her.

Just looking at him made her want to be devoured by him. She wanted his lips to kiss her in places no other man has bothered to kiss. To taste her essence like it was the sweetest and juiciest fruit he'd ever eat. To take his hands and caress her skin, hold her close as he fucked her like she was the woman of his desires.

She felt like it was too much, however, San was never one to back down from a challenge of any sort.

"Take me to your room." She softly tells him, squeezing his hands to lead the way. As much as it thrilled her to be ravished right where she stood, she wanted to be comfortable, plus the heels she was wearing were beginning to hurt.

San walked her up a flight of stairs where a set of double doors were waiting as soon as they made it to the top. His bedroom was revealed looking clean, although seeming so unlived in, like the rest of his place that she has seen so far.

She assumed he had some type of wealth based off the car he drove alone but once she saw his modern chic styled home, her assumptions were confirmed. That shit definitely wasn't cheap, especially in California.

"I don't sleep much." He told her as she ran her fingers across his neatly done bed.

"I don't either." She smiled, looking at him over her shoulder. "Come here." She beckoned with her long nails.

In three long strides, he was standing in front of her. His eyes never leaving hers as he used one of his hands to unzip the back of her dress. He watched as she tugged it past her hips and pool at her heeled feet.

Though he had been in situations like this plenty of times before, he knew without a doubt that this was much more different than the rest. And so was the woman standing in front of him.

It wasn't as if this was her first time being exposed in front of a man before but it was definitely the first one who had looked at her in the manner San was right now. It was more than a gaze filled with lust.

He looked upon her like the exquisite masterpiece that she was.

Talayeh bit into her bottom lip when his thumb brushed past her nipple, making her body shiver by his simple touch.

Since the dress she wore needed no bra, she decided to go out without it tonight. She almost wanted to pat herself on the back for making such a good call.

Standing in her designer five-inch heels and a pair of grey strappy panties, she looked edible and he planned to taste her more than once before they parted ways.

He was hoping that she didn't expect this to be over in a matter of minutes because he wanted rounds until she tells him enough is enough.

"Tell me what you want." He says, his husky tone brushing past her lips as he leaned down placing a kiss on them.

She moaned lowly once he started to kiss her neck, pulling her closer to him. She smelt and felt so good in his arms as if it was where she was meant to be.

"Treat me as if you love me." She tells him, not caring how ridiculously she may have sounded.

If she was going to be in the presence of a man such as him, she was going to take advantage.

San moved back to look her in the eyes. "You're asking me for something dangerous. I hope you realize that." It wasn't that he didn't want to do what she wanted, more as he knew that she wasn't aware of the door that she was opening.

This night wasn't going to end as a one night stand with them going their separate ways after if he crossed that line.

"I don't care, please. I need this." She begged, ripping his shirt open, ignoring the buttons that flew in different directions. Her hands moved over his abs and up his exposed chest, admiring his hard work.

Damn.

Smirking at her neediness, he grabbed ahold of her wrist, stopping her movements. The bulge in his slacks becoming harder to ignore the longer she touched him.

"Lay back." He instructed, letting her go so she could do what he asked.

Moving until she was in the middle, Talayeh laid back against his bed, almost molding into the softness of his mattress.

He waited until her eyes found his when he begins to undress, removing his ruined shirt, along with his suit jacket. Tossing the discarded items on the floor, he slipped out of his shoes and started to unbuckle his belt. He watched the way she clenched her thighs together as he pants dropped, with his briefs following close behind.

Talayeh's eyes widened a bit at his size, not expecting him to be so...thick.

Her pussy seemed to throb as she looked him over from head to toe. She couldn't find a flaw even if she wanted to.

It was unfair how one man was this damn perfect.

"Open your legs for me." He tells her, skimming his fingertips across her soft thighs until she spread them wide enough for him to place himself between them.

His lips found hers in a heated kiss that made her head swim. It was so much more intense than the one before which spoke volumes because even that one took her by surprise. His lips were soft and so demanding as they moved fiercely against hers.

She clung onto him, pulling him until their chest met. His dick was hard and warm as it brushed against her abdomen. She was almost scared to have him inside of her, especially since it's been a few months since her last encounter.

Forcing himself from her mouth, he moved down to her neck, kissing and sucking wherever he could, earning soft moans while he left his mark on her skin.

He left a trail of kisses across her collarbone until he reached the top of her breasts. Cupping one in his hand, he immediately attached his mouth, using the tip of his tongue to move around her areola.

San came close to her nipple only to move away, teasing her with anticipation every time. It was driving her crazy, and he knew it. He continued his sweet torture, enjoying the powerful effect he had on her. When he felt her patience wearing thin, he allowed his tongue to move over her hardened bud, taking it between his teeth and tugged, sending a shock through Talayeh.

"Ohhh," She sighed breathily. The mixture of pain and pleasure doing something to her mentally.

She had never wanted a man so badly before.

Her fingers ran through his silky locks, pulling him closer to her chest after he lifted his head to give her other breast the same attention.

Once San felt satisfied, he moved down to her stomach, stopping right above the place she needed him to attend to the most.

So to say that she was disappointed when his ass skipped right over it and straight to her thighs would be an understatement.

"Stop playing with me, San."

He laughed a bit, placing kisses down her legs, even a few on her feet once he removed her heels. His fingers massaged into her flesh, caressing parts of her body that his hands could reach. It was as if he had read her mind, doing the things she desired.

Slipping his fingers beneath the fabric of her panties, he slipped them down her legs, tossing them somewhere on the floor behind him. Her lips were swollen, with a glint of liquid trickling between her folds. He felt a sense of pride knowing that he was the cause of it.

In a way Talayeh felt a bit embarrassed by how insanely wet she was and being so exposed in front of him while San's eyes took her in, taking mental photos of how beautiful she looked in this moment.

Her shapely frame, the softness of her skin, the nice thickness of flesh he would enjoy gripping as the night went on.

But it was her face he appreciated the most.

As she laid in front of him with her hair sprawled around her, her eyes on him, lips slightly parted, she looked so damn gorgeous and nothing short of what he imagined a goddess would be.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" He asked, giving her a chance to back out before he got down to business. Even after the sun rises, he was going to cherish her as if she was the love of his life, taking her to places he knew she had never reached before.

She smiled, brushing his hair back from his eyes to see them more clearly. "Yes."

The words barely left her mouth when she felt his tongue push past her folds, sweeping across the warm flesh, tasting her essence with one long lick.

Placing his tongue on her clit, he began to flick away at her sensitive bud. Talayeh quivered, her body jolting as she released a breathy moan.

San licked and tasted and sucked, making it grow with his ministrations. She could feel herself slowly starting to lose it when he decided to thrust his tongue inside of her. She withered underneath him, gripping his head as he fucked her with his tongue. Her fevered moans turned him on, fueling him while he devoured her.

Her words seemed to come out in jumbles when he stiffened his tongue, moving in and out of her heat. Shuddering when he rolled it over her clit once more, leaving Talayeh almost dumbfounded. She had never experienced this type of pleasure from a man's tongue alone. It was almost unruly how skilled he was.

"Goddamn San," She voiced, rolling her hips against his mouth.

She felt so helpless underneath him as the sounds of him lapping her juices filled her ears, sending a wave of lust through her. He tasted her like a dying man in need.

His movements slowed down, allowing the tip of his tongue to trace around her erect clit as he stared up at her with those smoldering eyes of his. She was close and he knew it but he wouldn't allow her the type of satisfaction that she was so desperate to reach.

"Please, keep going." She wined, trying to push his head closer for more friction but he refused to budge. The mumble of his chuckle causing her to gasp.

"Please what?" He pulled back to ask before flicking his tongue wildly against her, then slowing down, driving Talayeh crazy. He toyed with her, giving her long licks, only to switch up the speed once again. Pushing her thighs back further, making his tongue go deeper into her. Her hips would buck at his movements as she let out cries filled with both frustrations and need.

"Shit, make me cum, please baby." Her eyes were pleading with him, filled with so much passion that he had no choice but to oblige.

San forcefully tongued her, showing no signs of stopping. The sensation was so thoroughly gratifying and intense, that Talayeh felt as though she wouldn't be able to take it. She moaned loudly, withering in pure bliss. "Oh my fu-, yes, yes, just like that." She chanted in broking cries.

All it took was him sucking her clit harshly, giving her that right mixture to push her over the edge to her climax. Her thighs tightened around his head as she shook, her back lifting off his mattress. Even with his face covered in her juices, he still didn't stop, making sure to lap up her nectar. Only stopping when she pushed him away because of how sensitive he making her.

Pulling back, he wiped his shiny face clean using his hand. "I can't taste you just once tonight Talayeh." He told her, knowing his tongue was going taste her until she was raw.

"Good because I need to experience that again." She praised him, especially after that climax he blessed her with.

Reaching for his bedside table, he pulled out a few condoms, tossing them on the bed because he planned to use plenty. She eyed him nervously as he tore one open, sliding the latex over his dick. He had the perfect length, however, it was his girth that had her worried.

"Relax, I'll go slow." He reassured her after taking in her facial expression. Women always ran from him during sex because of what he was working with. He knew exactly how to use it and that made San even more dangerous than he already was.

Talayeh smiled at him wearily, relaxing against the bed. Her hands gripped at his biceps when he hovered over her.

San could tell that she was still nervous, though she tried to hide it. Placing a kiss on her lips, he moved to her neck, licking the vein, distracting her enough to guide himself into her. He was thankful that she was still soaked, making it easier as she slid deeper. The tightness of her pussy made it difficult for him to not just thrust as he wanted.

"Shit Layeh," He groaned against her lips, stopping until he couldn't go any further.

She gasped as he pulled out slowly before sinking into her again, repeating the movement until she adjusted to his size.

Slipping his tongue between her lips, he kissed her deeply, allowing her to taste what was remained of her on him. Her breathes quicken while he drew her in with passion, stalling his hips momentarily. Their tongues moved against each other, dancing to a song that they only knew.

There were so many things San planned to do to her body tonight, so much he wanted to try too. All the positions he was going to put her in, not to mention that his bed wasn't going to be the only place he would have her. He was going to work and taste every part of her, to show her just how beautiful and desirable she truly was.

She was going to know what its like to be treasured.

Wrapping her arms securely around his back, she held onto him as he buried himself balls deep into her, starting them out at a steady pace that had her toes curling. He watched her face change each time he entered her, her low moans becoming louder each time.

"Mmmm," She cooed, slightly digging her nails into his back.

His room began to fill with their heavy breathing, as he started to pick up speed. The sound of his hips smacking against the back of her thighs created the infamous sound of sexual lust that was being created.

Each time his dick pushed past her tight walls, he groaned, finding it difficult to keep quiet because he wanted to hear her instead.

Talayeh choked out a sob when he pulled all the way out, only to deliver a slow, yet powerful thrust, repeating the same move continuously. Each time he sank into her, his hips bucked harder making her breasts bounce wildly. She took each stroke, whimpering with undeniable pleasure.

Their gazes locked in a heated stare. He had been paying attention every time her beautiful face contorted, knowing how and when to move to get a certain reaction.

Placing her legs over his shoulder, allowed him to go even deeper, making Talayeh's eyes widen at the wave of pleasure she just experienced. "Oh fuck!" She wailed, trying her best not to just push him away.

When he began to move faster, building a steady rhythm, her walls clenched around him as her nails dug into his shoulders.

"You feel so good like this," He spoke sexily in her ear, leaving her pulsating.

Moving away, he leaned down, taking a breast into his mouth, his pace never faltering. He worked his dick inside of her like he owned it and right now, he did. He switched up his movements, going slow and hitting her spot with his deep strokes, then suddenly picking up speed, absolutely killing her pussy in such a delicious manner.

She had surrendered herself to him long ago, letting him take over and do as he pleased. Talayeh was left high in the clouds, her mind in shambles at what he was doing to her.

The level of passion between them was off the charts. San knew that there was no way he was going to let her slip past him, not after this, not after the way she was making him feel.

As he felt her body tighten around him, her moans grew louder. She was close, he could sense it. He worked his hips with practiced measure, making sure to hit her spot constantly. His chest glistened with sweat as he leaned back to sit on the heel of his feet, delivering Talayeh with powerful thrusts, holding her legs up in place.

Talayeh hissed, gripping at his bedsheets. "Baby, I'm gonna cum." She cried, closing her eyes tightly. She felt as he titled his hips in an upward position, prolonging her orgasm to last much longer. His movements didn't let up, leaving her body trembling as she coated the condom with her cream, that no one has made her produce before.

Pushing her legs apart, he leaned over, slowing his hips but not pausing completely. He placed soft kisses all over her face, before making it to her lips. "You good?" He chuckled softly.

Weakly nodding her head, she rubbed the side of his face once he pulled back. "But you didn't cum though." She hummed when he rolled his hips, surprised that he didn't release after the work he just put in.

"You can leave Juli, no one is keeping you here," Mia smartly reminds her, allowing her eyes to settle on her younger sister once more. Her beautiful features reminded her so much of their deceased mother.

Releasing a humorless laugh through her nose, Julianna bawled up her fist in frustration. "You and Aubrey are all I have left. If I leave, you know I won't be allowed to come back. I'm not you Mia. I actually think before I make decisions that could affect me in the long run,"

Julianna knew she could just pack her things and never look back but it wasn't that simple. Nothing ever was with the type of man her sister chose to marry. If there was one thing that Julianna has come to know about Adonis in the four years that her sister has been with him was that he loved being in control. The power that he had over Mia was almost nauseating. She was his own personal puppet to use at his will and Julianna hated it.

"Look, I get that you don't like him but he's a part of this family now. I love him, Juli, I really do. Just...let me be happy. Please," Mia pleaded, wishing that for once Julianna would finally accept reality. "I need you here and so does Aubrey," She added knowing how much Julianna loved her niece.

"Happy? How can you be happy with the person who to-"

"Stop!" Mia quickly rushed out. "Don't....please," She pleaded with watery eyes. The words that were about to leave her sister's mouth were the absolute last words she wanted to hear, especially today. "Why can't you just be happy for me Juli? I'm finally getting the happy ending I deserve,"

Julianna could only shake her head. Mia was so lost.

How that man managed to manipulate and wrap her mind into believing he actually gave a fuck about her or their daughter was beyond what Julianna could comprehend because it literally made no fucking sense.

"The day you say I do to him...he will never let you go," Julianna made sure to heavy emphasis on the word never because it was true. Adonis was a powerful businessman, an angry and money-hungry businessman.

And her sister just handed him her soul for the sake of a false fairytale that would never exist as long as she would remain his doormat.

"And that's what I want. There's nothing else out there for me...he made sure of that. Remember?" Mia reminds her as her frown deepens even more. "I literally have nowhere else to go and neither do you,"

With every word her sister spoke, Julianna could feel her anger level rise. The hostility she felt towards her last flesh and blood shouldn't have been like this nor run this deep. "How could I? You made the choice for me..."

Waving her hand in a dismissive manner, Julianna turned and walked away, ignoring her name being called. The skies above her seemed to darken even more, almost seeming to mimick how she was feeling.

Life has been so unfair and she hated being here living it.

Happiness wasn't a feeling she had the pleasure of experiencing too much of if any at all.

Misery was her best friend.

All she wanted was a sense of peace. Even if it was temporary she would cherish it while she could.

Soon Julianna found herself walking along the slightly busy streets with no real destination in mind as long as it was far away from her sister and her new fiancé. Just the thought made her sick to her stomach.

Being too deep into her own thoughts, Julianna ignored the light rain that hit against her skin until a heavy rainfall seemed to come out of nowhere, pulling her from her thoughts almost immediately. "Shit!" she huffed, running as quick as she could in her heeled covered feet to get out of the rain.

In seconds she was drenched and eventually found refuge by standing under a random building entryway. She found herself silently cussing at forgetting her phone and her purse back at the restaurant. Now she was stuck with no way to call anyone to come to get her.

Julianna wasn't sure how long she stood there, watching as the heavy rain hit against the pavement. Her mind was in somewhat of a daze that she didn't even notice a figure standing little ways from her until they decided to let their presence known.

"I thought I warned you about being alone?" Spoke a familiar voice that caused Julianna to almost jump out of her skin.

"What the fuck?!" She screeched, taking a step back as she eyed the smirking man beside her.

"You're soaking," Jaehyun observes, looking over her wet hair and clothes. "Did you not leave the house without an umbrella?" He questions, holding up his own.

"I didn't plan for a walk, so no, I didn't bother to grab one,"

Jaehyun hummed in response. "Do you need a ride home?" He offers, seeing that she also seemed to not have any of her personal items on her. It didn't take much to put two and two together.

"Thanks but I'll be ok. The rain will stop soon," She declines, folding her arms to keep herself from shivering.

"You have my word Julianna, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to help," He just finished having dinner when he stepped out and spotted her standing alone. He didn't even think of how much of a coincidence that he saw her again but he wasn't going to question it.

Looking at Jaehyun, Julianna thought about how odd it was that he was nearby. She didn't think he was stalking her or anything but the fact that they both were at the same place at the same time made her brain hurt.

"Okay," She finally agrees, knowing her options were limited. "Lead the way,"

Opening up his umbrella, Jaehyun held out his free hand and waited for Julianna to grab ahold of it before he led the way back across the street and towards a sleek BMW. Opening the passenger side door, he helped Julianna inside and ran to his side, quickly sliding inside before tossing the umbrella in the backseat.

Taking a quick glance at Julianna, Jaehyun saw her visibly shiver causing him to immediately switch on the heat to give her some sort of comfort. "Thank you," She tells him, giving him a small smile as their eyes met, He was being so kind and she appreciated it greatly.

"Of course," Jaehyun nods in return. "Do you mind if I...." He trails off, pointing at the seatbelt indicating what he meant.

Julianna gave him a knowing look but sat back and allowed him to do what he asked. She watched as he leaned towards her and reached for the seatbelt, giving her a whiff of his masculine scent for a few seconds before moving away to buckle her in.

Out of habit, Julianna licked her lips once he was done, feeling a burst of butterflies erupt in her stomach at something so small. "So where am I going?" He asks, putting his own seatbelt on and push-starting his car.

For a brief moment, Julianna really took the time to just take him in. Everything from his red button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the black slacks he wore, the shoes on his feet to the watch on his wrist looked expensive. He looked expensive. Even when her eyes moved towards his face, a face that was nothing short of perfection, she felt so out of place seating next to him.

"Julianna..." And his voice...it was like a sweet symphony she knew she'd never get tired of hearing.

Blinking, Julianna snapped out of her daze and cleared her throat, feeling a bit embarrassed at what had just occurred. "I-..." She begin, cutting her words short realizing that she really didn't want to go back home where she knew her sister and her owner would be waiting.

Sensing her hesitancy, Jaehyun assumed it was because she didn't want him to know where she lived but that couldn't be the furthest from the truth. "I could get you a room for the night, if that's what you prefer," He offers, wanting her to at least be somewhere comfortable.

"I know what you're thinking but that's not why. I just...I just don't want to go home tonight and...I don't want to be alone either," She confesses, hoping he'd catch what she was hinting at. Lately, she hasn't been in the mood to be around anyone she knew. In fact, she wished she could just get away for a while. She needed it.

Like Julianna, for the first time since she got into the car, Jaehyun took the time to really look her over. And just like the night they met, she was just as beautiful. Except now, she was all wet which caused the dress she wore to fit snugly against her moist skin. Making her look a little bit more sensual than usual.

"I see," He voices, picking up what she meant. "Is there anything you need before we go?"

"Besides clothes, no," She chuckles softly, not believing the choices she's been making. For all she knew this man could be a killer. But in her defense, she's been living with one already.

Julianna watched Jaehyun smile as he pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to whoever he was talking to. "I got it handled. Are you ready?"

"Thank you." She whispered once her drink of choice was placed in front of her. He watched as she begins to go through her clutch for what he assumed for money but being the man he was, he wasn't going to allow her to come up out of her own pockets.

At least not while he was present.

"Allow me." He offered, nodding his head towards the bartender who immediately put it on his tab.

Talayeh sat back in her chair, eyeing the stranger next to her curiously. Trying her best not to ogle him too much. "Preciate it." She thanked him, seeing no point in denying a free drink, especially with the type of day she's had.

San smiled at her, a smile that always made him seem more innocent than he actually was. .

If only she knew that she was in the presence of someone so ruthless and incredibly dangerous.

A comfortable silence fell between them while he downed the rest of his own drink and she chewed on one of the cherries from hers.

She saw her phone light up a few times but chose to ignore it knowing who was contacting her and why. Still, she didn't care to answer. The whole reason she even came here was to have a moment to herself and she doesn't even drink alcohol like that to even be at the bar. However, the soft music and easy atmosphere were way better than the loud, hot ass, crowded nightclub she left her friends at only blocks away.

"Why aren't you answering your phone, if you don't mind me asking?" San questioned, his slightly accented voice making her wonder if he was a foreigner here on US soil.

"No need. They know where I went." She shrugged, taking a nice sip of her drink, shivering a bit at the coldness.

Besides Talayeh knew that Meka and Devyn would probably be headed home with some random men tonight, with the exception of Nastasia. Anthony would snap her neck if she ever thought about another man and she wouldn't have it any other way.

"Not much into parties?"

"Depends on my mood honestly." She answered. Some occasions she's ready to turn up and let loose, tonight however just wasn't one of them. Her mind had been too occupied with shit that's been affecting her for the last few weeks to enjoy much of anything.

"Why are you here?" She asked, leaning her arms on top of the bar, turning her head to look at him more clearly. He had that type of face that made someone simply say 'damn' because of how attractive they look. Flawless in every sense of the word.

San's eyes settled on her, allowing himself to really bask in her beauty. "Business. Nothing special." Technically he was telling the truth but his type of 'business' didn't consist of what most thought it did.

Talayeh could sense something in the way he said business, like there something more to it but she wasn't about to pry. Though he was easy on the eyes, she didn't know who he was or what he was capable of. Still, it didn't make him any less intriguing to her though. He had this aura of mystery behind him that peeked her curiosity.

However, she thought he looked pretty young, almost younger than her. But she knew that with Asians, sometimes it could be difficult to determine their true age. All she knew for sure was that he was at least 21 since he was sitting at the bar ordering drinks.

"Are...you here alone?" She asked, hesitant at first. The question felt almost foreign on her lips. One could determine it any sorts of ways and she honestly didn't know why she asked.

Or maybe she did but didn't want to admit to it.

She had only been in his presence for twenty minutes, yet she could feel something in the way he looked at her. The attraction between the two was clear as day, that much was obvious. She's been eyeing him, in the same way, he's been doing to her the moment she sat down.

San raised an eyebrow at her question, almost surprised that she asked to begin with. "I am." He nodded as he let his obsidian eyes glide over her slowly, from head to toe and back up again.

Talayeh rubbed her lips together feeling a bit self-conscious under his gaze while her heart raced wildly inside of her chest.

"I would ask you the same but you would've chosen to go home to him and not be here with me instead. Correct me if I'm wrong?" He says confidently, already knowing his words to be true. A man would have to be stupid to let someone so gorgeous go wandering about alone. She was the type you'd kill for...

And he would.

She chuckled a bit, emptying her glass, picking the last cherry from the ice. "I've been lonely for a while now." She told him, confessing the very thing that's been eating away at her mind. A humorless laugh erupted from her throat at the fact that she was only twenty-four feeling this way, making her feel so pathetic.

She has tried the dating world but shit never moved in her favor, always getting the bad batch filled with men who would never be faithful.

San was surprised hearing her speak such words but then he remembered that most men nowadays were anything but that, men. Yet he couldn't talk much. He's had plenty of "relationships" with women but none have managed to capture his heart in the way he wanted.

Well, with the exception of one.

But he was a great lover, that much the women he's been with could never deny.

"What's your name?" He asked, deliberately placing his hand close to hers just to feel her skin against his, even if it was minimal.

Talayeh noticing the gesture, boldly interlocked her hand with his, loving the way it felt to her. "Talayeh."

"San." He introduced himself, bringing their hands up and turning it to place a kiss on the back of hers.

Her eyes fluttered and her cheeks became heated from his simple kiss, making her feel like a school girl. She shouldn't be behaving this way. Being smitten by a man she just met but she was. It has never been this way with anyone she has met before. Although she knew that she be tread carefully, she was willing to throw all caution to the wind, at least this once.

"Can I ask you for a favor San?" Maybe it was too soon to be asking him for anything at all but tonight, she was taking chances.

She'd suffer the consequences later if any at all.

"Anything." He said with no hesitation, ready to give her whatever she wanted.

Talayeh debated if what she was about to do next was a good decision. Her mind was hazy and heart heavy. The intelligent side of her should be somewhere requesting an Uber to take her half tipsy ass home, not here doing what she about to do. But at the moment, she was no longer giving a fuck.

"Would you mind keeping me company tonight?" Her nights were usually spent alone in the confinement of her house but she didn't want that tonight. She wanted, no, needed to be held by him. To be kissed on and touched with hands other than her own and he was more than willing to oblige.

To be and do whatever she needed.

"My place or yours?"

"Yours."

Without another word, San briefly let go of her hand to pull out his wallet from inside his jacket's pocket. He swiftly pulled out a crisp fifty dollar bill, placing it on the bar. "Keep the change." He told the bartender, standing up from his chair.

"Come on." His tone was gentle as he helped her up, allowing her to grab her clutch while she slipped her other hand into his waiting one.

Only the sound of her heels could be heard with each step she took, following close behind him. Tingles shot through her veins with both excitement and nervousness. Here she was doing something she said she would never do.