|Choke me?|

The frail incandescence irradiated on her aurulent skin and shredded an irritating sigh through her hot nude lips.

 "It's hot." 

Hotter than Jimin?

"Shut up!"

The sleek tuft of pitch-black winter hair gracefully descended over her hips as she peeked at the flaming star with a nasty glare. The devil inside her wanted to kick the sun away from this world, and probably many would thank her for that. 

"Fuck you. Just go away," she asserted to the poor sun and hooked her sunglasses. 

In the past eight days in Park Visions, the rooftop had been her best friend. Nothing worth mentioning stirred for a while. All she did in her unwanted office was fantasize about her next painting. 

"Whoever said painting is easy, I want to smack them into a black hole. Assholes think it's lenient to learn the shades of colors, imagine a piece, and carve it down. Easy? My ass." She scoffed, again scumming herself into the habit of talking alone.

Leona wanted an inspiration, a lust to pour it all out on the blank canvas. She attempted dipping her hand in black paint to carve a piece but ended up making mindless strokes. She wanted something to excite her soul, tingle her bone, flood the blood in her veins to chisel a classic.

Something like Jimin.

"Where the hell the casa-fucking-nova disappeared? It's been like eight days."

Leona thought to ask her manager about his whereabouts, but the glory of the dark Rapunzel was too high to pop such a Picayune question.

Where he might be? Shooting? Business trip?

Wait. Why the fuck I am even thinking about him?

But didn't he say that he would take me to the art emporium or whatever?

Sighing, she was about to leave and ogle at the blue walls of her office, but her phone began whistling and she nonchalantly acknowledged the call by pressing the Bluetooth tucked in her ear. 

"Yes?"

"Baby cub," his twilight tussore voice tumbling from his dark chocolate mouth, brimmed her ears, rendering her heart to perform a hurdle. Her stomach jostled as she didn't expect the person to be him. Leona furrowed her eyebrows at herself, not fathoming why her body was not in cahoots with her mind.

"Leona, you there?" 

Leona let out a strand of obscenities under her breath and drew a deep breath, shoulder straighten, chin high, lips in her signature smile. "What?"

In return, she received a heart-liquescent chuckle. "So cold. A hello would have been appreciated."

"If you wanna bullshit, I am hanging up," she grumbled.

"You are looking sexy in that black dress by the way. I want to drag you into my office and just...," he lowered her voice. "Just imagining the view is making me hard."

A gasp rose to her throat, enmeshing her mind, igniting a flame of undeniable desire in the pit of her stomach, making her clench her thigh and grit her teeth in annoyance. 

Brazen asshole.

"I will choke you, Jimin. Where the fuck you are?"

"Now, I would love that, your pretty little fingers over my throat, while mine buried in your hair," he rasped and she could just imagine the chivalrous smirk, ready to have women on his feet. "Damn. Why your ass is looking better? My hands are itching to grab them."

Leona snapped her head back and there he was. 

Damn!

She would be lying if she said that her heart didn't pound when he slid his phone inside his coat and pushed his black silk tresses, exposing his forehead. 

I thought he hated black.

A taffeta midnight shirt lavishly tugged in the matte pants, hugging his legs in all right places, and a matte onyx coat clinging to his huge muscular frame. It was evident. He was dressed to kill, to have women on their knees and worship him all day long.

"Hey baby, don't tell me you are thinking the how many bones you will crack if you jump," he smiled amusingly, treading towards her, walking on sprinkling daylight.

Leona's clarion grip on the glass rail compressed further as his manly perfume dominate the aura, driving her knees to buckle. Though her inside was trashing over the eye candy, her face swelled like an ice- slab in Antarctica—hard, icy, and impossible to see through.

"I will chuck you down the building to test the number of bones would crack," And her ridiculous mind practically drew the picture of her trying to fling him. As if that's possible.

Jimin shamelessly allowed his stare to rack up and down her figure. His gaze slowly drank in her curves, trailing up to the collar bones, drilling over the tattoo, and finally, he shot a boyish wink. "You remind me of all dark and filthy things that are done in the bedroom."

"Does your horny ass get jealous of the amount of shit that comes from your mouth," she monotoned.

His sensational misty eyes met her wild forest orbs and a sultry smile united his plump lips. "Choke me? Kinky much?"

Leona rolled her eyes. "Fuck you."

"Now?" he salaciously smirked. "Pleasure all mine."

Her vicious glare galloped on him but damn this guy! He left four buttons undone, manifesting his inviting chest. 

Jimin stood beside her, smiling widely. His smile was unusually intrinsic and dazzling that it made her marvel why he was shining brighter than the sun.

 Maybe he was on layoff with one of his feet-sucking women. Fucking around is his thang anyway.

As if he read her mind, his warm fingers touched her temples, lazily dragging them down her cheek. Heat whisked over the nape of her neck and her lips parted.

"Stop hurting the pretty head of yours, baby. I was with my mother," He mumbled oh so gently.

"Don't call me by the names you call those women you sleep with," she cut in sharply, nudging his hand away.

He arched his brows, as of amused. "I don't baby the women I sleep with, Leona. Don't be mistaken. You are not the woman I want on my bed."

Ouch. 

"Why?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I didn't say that aloud, did I?

But the strange silence screamed that she did say it.

Let's evaporate. At least jump or knock him out so you can escape.

Jimin's face was veiled with surprise as he strived to catch her eyes. A thick lull fell between them before he cleared his throat.

"You are not meant to warm someone's bed. You worth much more than that, Leona," he admitted, his voice was a sheer whisper of lavender. So soft, so warm. 

Her heart did a flip, and her breath hitched. Sweet words are like poison to her. Can he just stop with this shit?

"What were you up to in my absence?" Again his tone was soft and fluff. Something she began doubting.

No way in the hell he's here to make conversation. Guard up Leo, this man is shrieking danger.

Leona shook her head. "Nothing much." Her voice came off somber and low, though she grappled to sound tough and fine. There was the unusual bothered grain within her, which was demanding to know why he wasn't around. Why didn't tell her that he wouldn't be there?

Jimin slanted his head, staring at her side profile and she felt him shuffle close to her. Without thinking twice, she took a notch away from him and that set off the man. 

Rolling his tongue inside her cheek, he kept his hand left hand implanted on the glass balustrade as he straggled behind her and kept his right hand on the other side, perfectly trapping her pulchritudinous figure between his bulky arms and veiny hands.

"Missed me, didn't you?" he whispered, barely grazing his lips on the shell of her ear. "Your eyes are flaming with a smile. That happy to see me?"

Leona swiveled her head at him, endeavoring hard to not let his warmth capture her right there. But the shudders quivered her legs, trembling her heart and numerous gasps plucked in her throat were screeching something else. 

"Get away from me, Jimin," she earnestly commanded which led him to step closer to her, grazing his hard chest to her back. 

"Why does it affect you? Perhaps make you wet for me?" That silken voice hummed over her temples, right where his fingers caressed her.

Thistles decorated her skin as his hot breaths delighted on the nape of her neck. So hot, so steamy.

"Shameless."

"Hmm, for you." He sighed as if relaxing himself against her. "I am going to meet my best friends, tonight. I want you to come with me," he asserted in a painfully low and husky voice, cutting off her curses. 

She was aware of his lips ever so slightly rubbing her cheekbones, his chest falling and rising against her back and her legs not being steady. 

I hate this, she chanted, but for the first time discovered herself not believing her mind. She always despised people touching her. But now why wasn't pushing him away?

Leona swiveled her head, learning that he was very close. Her entire frame was devoured by his warm body.

"Say something." His lips skimmed over the sensitive flesh on the back of her ear and a fragile gasp eluded from her lips.

She craned her neck to look into his eyes and study his stunning face. She was looking for the answers to her questions and he was doing the same. His stare was searching the way to her soul. He wasn't smirking or smiling, he was dead serious. Though his eyes held a mischievous and desperate gleam, there she knew that he was planning something. There was an ulterior motive behind the invitation and being the lover of thrill, she wanted to witness what the sexy bastard was up to. 

"What happened, baby? Afraid to leave your black shell, hmm?" he husked, a persuading smirk stretching his hot mouth.

Despite the fireworks in her chest, Leona let out a dark chuckle. Two can play this game, she thought. 

She slightly shifted her head, closing the void between their needy lips and forcing the irresistible male to go stark when she halted just an inch away from his lips. He froze, his muscles going rigid by her speculative move.

Their calescent breaths crashed, mingling with each other, oh so sensually and the movements of his chest raced. From the corner of her eyes, Leona saw his knuckles bursting as his bones ringed in tension. 

Jimin was close to either dragging her to the bed to wreck her or tossing her down the building to kill her.

"I would love to join you," she whispered against his lips, beaming when the wildfires of hunger burned his eyes. She turned around in his almost embrace, clasping her dainty hands on his bulging pecs. They were hard and fleshy beneath the fabric. The veins in his neck strained when she tilted her head. Their lips were just inches away.

His jaw clasped hard. "Don't play with the storm that you probably can't handle, Leona."

She knew he was restricting the casanova within him and it gratified her. Her index finger barely ran over the edges of his lips. "Don't invite the fire you are not ready to burn in, Jimin."

They didn't detach but delayed, getting an eyeful of each other as if jousting to who would retreat first. Leona had no intentions to appease his ego, she was determined to drive Tayson to the back. 

"Leona." Jimin embraced the sexiest smile ever, catching her off guard as his right hand was about to brush the strand of her hair away that was fluttering over her cheek. "You surprise me from time to time."

"Don't touch my hair, Jimin. I mean it," her voice was sharper than any weapon, that adhered the power to stop his hand midway. Hoisting his eyebrows, he blew a swift minty whiff on her face, making her break the eye contact.

"See you tonight." He knowingly pressed his wet lips on the shell of her ear and quickly pulled back. She felt the loss of warmth and she began etching for it in an instance.

"And I am taking this with me, so don't you dare change your mind." 

Leona's jaw hung open when he flapped her most possessed obsession— her platinum lighter. It was in her hand before, but now there was another candy. How the hell did this cocky bastard do this?

"Fuck you!" she wailed.

He laughed, winking at her. "Anytime. My office doors are always open for you."

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