|A lavender conversation|

Jimin bit on his index finger, the burning ashes ardently observing the winter hair goddess. She was perched on the chair, deeply submerged in her art.

Those damn tattoos. He could see her left hand smoothly sailing on the white sheet and it gave him sparks of his nasty dream about her. The way her hands caressed his back, splitting blissful grunts from him, the way his cock reverted to the illusion of her, a-

"Isn't it a bit too much?" Chul asked, perceiving well his boss was executing a felony in front of his naked eyes. "She will kill you if she found out."

"She won't find it." Jimin shook his hand casually, swiveling his chair and eyes plastered to the screen. "Unless you run your fucking mouth while fucking Ryan."

"I am not fucking him!" Chul groaned.

"Then he is top? I knew it, anyways."

"Jimin, stop it. You are confusing me by saying all this. I am starting to think that I-"

"That you loved dicks? I knew that too. Just man up and ask Ryan out, that man is a piece. He won't stick around for you forever." Jimin squinted his eyes, seeking a response.

Sighing, Chul just shook his head. "Forget it. But why would you get a hidden camera installed in her office?"

"I don't trust her."

"Then why you are dying to work with her?" Chul puzzled.

Jimin glowered at him. "Here, she's not Kwon Leona; a rude ass strange and heartless person, but Ebony; an immensely talented and dexterous artist. If any other company convinced her to work with them, we are doomed for good."

Chul sewed his mouth after letting the words sink in and got back to his work. Jimin gained his attention back to the screen and frowned peering at the desolated office. "Where the hell is she?" 

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The idyllic cool whiff philandered with the soft wisps tumbling down her midriff. Goosebumps festooned her skin and she quivered when a chill scampered down her spine. 

Why are you even alive? Just die.

You prostitute. You are a disgrace.

You don't deserve to live.

The cacophonies of vehicles fading in the atmosphere rang at the back of her head as she puffed out a thick cloud of smoke. Leona peeked down from the rooftop, learning she was at a crazy height. Licking her chapped lips, she wondered, "If I jump from here, would I die?"

Her question rose like gloomy fogs, fluttering over her.

Should I jump just now? I am tired.

Wait, what about my property?  I have to donate it and give some share to Ryan. Also, I am watching a show, I should complete it. And I have to watch Ryan get married too. I want to watch Lev having kids as well. 

"Leona."

The dark chocolate silk voice startled Leona, making her jerk up and whirl her head back. An incredibly sexy man was approaching her frame.

"Jumping? You might crack bones, but maybe you would survive," he stated in a honey voice.

When luminescence assimilated his slightly muscular body, Leona devoured a gasp. He arched his eyebrow and stood beside her, stuffing one hand in the pocket and the other on the halved glass wall. 

"Get lost," she grumbled, hoping he didn't hear her bitch to herself.

"Kill, die, fuck you, get lost, black, all are your favorite words, aren't they?" Jimin asked, looking up at the hazy dark sky. 

"Cum, baby, I-am-god, narcissistic, bed, hard, are your's favorite, aren't they?"

He chuckled; a warm chuckle like a cozy blanket of feathery clouds that we carve when on a rainy day. She was carving it too.

Leona ignored the tingling feeling and asked, "What are you doing here? Finally realized you are a waste of oxygen on the planet and decided to take a step?"

"You know," he whispered, she whirled her head but he wasn't looking at her. "Beautiful things shatter quick. Very quick. The world admires what's beautiful, and is greedy to devour it, consume it, devast it, end it."

"I just asked wh-"

Then he locked his gaze with her. "So we need to preserve what's beautiful. The beautiful needs to be strong enough to survive rather than get crushed and vanish because some stupid people want to raze it."

 His eyes held something so enticing— a coveted message. Beautiful, he was talking about her. He was indirectly telling her to be strong, though he didn't know what was breaking her. Her throat scorched as his intense stare flushed her cheeks. Leona tore her gaze away, not wanting to confront this, not wanting to seek comfort in someone's words, in someone's eyes. But he was looking at her as if she was something precious, something magical.

"Again, are you high on orgasm?" she asked, voice cold yet somewhat soft.

"Yes. Maybe because I mentally stripped you, and then we-"

"Do not you dare complete that sentence, shameless prick," She glared at him and he cheekily smiled. Her eyes lingered on his wet plump lips and slowly trailed down.

The white shirt was now shambled, apprizing his body. He left two top three buttons to offset, granting the effulgence it's way down to his paradisaical muscles and abs. 

She saw the glints of city and luminaries reverberating in his mountainous-mists eyes. His gaze chased from her face to the cigarette blazing in the tranquil troposphere.

The disapproving look swirled in his orbs. "Stop smoking. This shit will certainly kill you."

Leona let out a phony chuckle. "Oh no, shit Sherlock! Is that you?"

A heavy sigh evaded from his lips. "We can't have a normal conversation, can we?"

"We can if you just mind your business. You are annoying as fuck."

"Leona, we should try to be... friendly. We will be working together for a prolonged period," Jimin suggested, peering at the twinkling skyscrapers. 

"That's exactly why we should keep our distance," she let out, looking at him. "We are just working together. No need to act friendly."

Jimin engaged his eyes with her, but she was quick to break the eye contact. One thing she learned about Park Jimin was; that playing a stare-down game with him would immerse you in the abyss of his lecherous charisma, and you wouldn't resist breaking through it.

"Also change my office interiors before I burn your office down. I hate it."

She felt him drifting towards her and just like that a strong part of her, deliciously crumbled right when his radiating zeal hauled her close to him. She didn't move away even when his arms ever so lightly kissed against her shoulder.

"Ji-"

Her words leaped back in her stomach as his long titillating fingers stroked her cheek in a feathery touch, and she hissed, hastily shoving his hand away.

If Leona was stubborn, Jimin was determined.

He dismissed her slaughtering eyes and cupped her jaw in his large warm hand, bringing her face closer. Heat crept into her bones, weakening her knees when his feverish breath and woodsy scent delighted on her lips. His frame was bending low to reach her height, she wasn't short, he was just huge.

"What happened to your cheek, Leona?" he asked softly, his thumb gently rubbing over the stinging mark on her cheek. Leona closed her eyes, feeling all the grief shooting back in her nerves.

"Tell me," he urged, stepping closer to her if possible. The tone of his voice confessed that he knew. 

He knew someone emotionally and inwardly hurt her. Someone who was a cherished piece of her heart. Just thinking about it induced the misery and bitterness to revitalize.

She pushed him away in one smooth movement.

"Don't touch me," she venomously shadowed, but she didn't look at him.

"A woman never told me that," he said, driving his fingers through his luscious locks.

She scoffed, disregarding the wild thumps of her heart. She could still feel his touch hovering over her skin. "Aww, then I will give you time to idolize this moment."

Jimin rubbed his neck, heaving a soul-wrenching sigh. "I had a lot of work today."

For some strange reason, she found him hot while closing his eyes and stretching his neck. The frosty wind hustling around them abruptly swelled heated.

"Are you the CEO?" She hurled in to avoid letting the air evolve insane with their hormones.

"Not yet, Leona."

That's it. Her insides were melting into a puddle of the mess by the huskiness of his tone.

"How was your first day in the office?"

She rolled her eyes. "Now, let's see, I cursed you constantly, cursed Ryan, attempted to burn down the office twice, and ogled at blue walls. What an eventful day? So so tiring."

Jimin's mouth coiled in a smile, probably enjoying her chatty mouth. Now to think about her mouth, he could think of a lot of things that he would enjoy. But nope. Not going there.

"There aren't even art supplies, Jimin."

"Submit me the list of your art supplies. You need to start working on your first explosive."

"I will choose them on my own." She waved her hand dismissively.

"I will take to Park's art emporium. You owe me by the way." He braced his veiny hands on the glass rails, slightly stooping down. "I can't believe you made my pockets hurt so much."

"Just your pockets?" Leona uttered the words even afore she could swallow them.

She could sense his jocular grin dancing on her side profile and him leaning nigher. So close that his chest intimately felt her arm and his hot plump lips grazed against her ear shell.

"Something else too. Wanna see how bad it's throbbing?" his nuzzling in silk voice shot the sparks right down her forbidden part to the south.

A knot of pure need and sensualism clenched her thighs, but before the steaminess could take over her she nudged his chest away by her shoulder.

"And there's the Casanova back," she stated, making his chest pulsate with a warm chuckle, but inadvertently a teensy-weensy smile garnished her bare lips.

"Did you just smile, Kwon?" frolicsomeness drizzling off his tone.

The smile died and she grumbled, "Fuck off, Park." 

The blazing cigarette was about to touch her lips but Jimin wrenched it from her grasp and crushed the black killing drug under his shoe.

Anger bubbled in her chest, sprinting in her veins. "What the heck, Ji-"

Jimin clasped Leona's hand, drawing her into him. Her dramatic breath whacked against his lips and the sexy bastard slowly leaned forward. She felt him passing something in her palm.

"Told yaa baby, don't curse at me," he whispered, steamy breath skimming her burning cheeks.

Satisfied, he walked reversed, eyes trapped with the glistening ocean as at an awfully slow pace, he let his fingers slip off hers.

"Have an exceedingly wild night dreaming about me. I would love to make your dirty fantasies come true."

With that the man walked away, dropping her hot and high by just talking dregs. She peered down in a palm and saw a candy wrapped in a gossamer blue wrapper.

In annoyance, she swung her arm to throw it away, "That fucking piece-" But halted midway, calmy clutching the candy.

"I will just give it to Ryan. He likes sweets."

But her inner voice laughed in travesty, "Yeah, babe, sure you are gonna give it to him."

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