❝ I wanna get close to you
cause your hands and lips still
know their way around❞

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C H A P T ER   F I F T E E N
“Kiss my soul”

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IN THE MIDDLE of the night,
I felt an arm sliding down underneath my shirt. The heat radiating through his macular body, as I sighed at the feel of it when all of the sudden he turns my body around so that I was laying on my back as he hovers on the top of me.

My gaze drifts, takes in his bare chest, his dark stubbled jaw and the way his lips are parted are just so. Sinful

“You’re still awake it's 2 in the morning?”

His eyes darkened as he spoke,“I am a man and I couldn't possibly fall asleep so easily with a beautiful woman beside me.”

“I thought cuddling was your thing.”

I murmured, daring to glance at the man. I had always hated subtle look on men yet as I glanced at Taehyung—I regretted the thought. His jaw suddenly clenched as his eyes scanned over me. Almost as though he was savouring the very sight before him.

“I think I'd like those abs on any man. So I'm lucky they're yours.”

His eyes narrows at my words,“Any man?”

His tone quiet and even more intimidating than normal, I have only had that tone at the slightest warning before he rolls and reaches for me. My squeak of surprise fills the room as he draws me closer pin me down beneath him, one forearm on either side of my head.

“There are no other men when it comes to you, do you understand me, Paris? You belong to me.”

His possessive alpha—male alert makes my body shiver.

“As long as that means there aren't any other woman for you, then we have a deal.”

I spoke grinning as the man peered at me.

“You think you can bargain with me?” Every movement of his lips brushes across mine.

“We’ll see about that, ” I reply making the man smirk before me.

“You know that make me want to teach you a lesson, right?” His tone is a low growl and his lips continue to tease mine with the hint of a kiss.

“Take off you shirt, Angel face I don't think it's fair since mine is already.”

He spoke and I almost forget everything I once knew of as soon I felt his hands down underneath my shirt.

“Taehyung.”

I breathed when he raised the shirt above my head, raising my arms I gracefully slid it off as, I saw him throwing the shirt somewhere in the room.

His stare never unlocking mine. As he leaned over me, I felt a heightened awareness of every part of my body that touched a part of his—the edge of his hips pressed to mine, his chest sliding against mine, his fingers tracing from my chin, to my neck and then framing my face. He held me in place, lips near my ear. When he kissed the sensitive spot, my breath shuddered.

“I need to touch you,” he rasped out,“I need to feel you,” as his mouth slammed over mine in the erotic way.

“Do it. Do it now.”

The kiss was hot and fast and demanding. His tongue surged between my lips and thrust deep while his hands cupped my breast, then sliding home underneath the covers. I opened wider to him and clung on his shoulders, and he scooted me towards the edge to part my legs wider for him. He caught my frantic motion and grabbed my ankles and wrapped them around his waistband.

His fingers slide along my ribs, roaming over the hardened nipples, his fingertips skimming the skin above the curve of flesh, the cleavage augmented by my folded up position. He moved his lips to the places his fingers had been and ran his tongue along the lined skin just the edge of my breast.

My hands tightened in his hair as his fingers skimmed over.

The decent ringing tone of his phone fill in our ears as he shifts over, his hands reaching out to his phone on the nightstand.

He jaw clenched as he reads the caller's id, and I couldn't help but wonder who it might be when he rose from the bed.

“I need to take this.”

Was what he said as soon he leaves the room, not bothered a little about the fact that I was practically half naked.

Anger rushes through my veins as I pushed the sheets aside and stood to my feet, my eyes wandering down in search for my shirt when I found I wore it over.

Running fingers through my tangled hair, I proceeded to walk towards the outside of the room, the thin moonlight that escaped through traced his body as I found him standing near by the balcony far away from the bedroom

With his back facing me, I watched him as he breaths heavily.

“Judge me all you want. Because I own half of this town and the other half isn't worth having.”

He rough voice subsided my ears as I shivered, at the base of his tone. May be I am over thinking or may be I'm delusional but the more time I spend with Taehyung, the more I find this man complicated.

What's his deal? Who is he really?

“Hear this once I need to get my hands on that documents and I don't give a shit if Francis dies. I get what I want.”

I nearly gasped but stopped midway as I saw him turning as quick as my movements were I leaned against the door frame so that he don't catch me eavesdropping  his conversation.

“I don't play the game, Yoongi I own the game, and in this game the rules are mine. Now we just have to wait when to strike the real deal.”

With that he hung up the phone and I immediately rushed inside, getting in the covers I pretended to be asleep when he comes and sit on the bed.

I felt his long fingers stroking against my bare arms, then slowly my chins as leans down a place a kiss on the tip of my nose.

“Mine.”

He whispered low, I felt a strong emotion of fear wage against me as tried not to make a sound or even move when I felt the bedsheet getting loose, he stood to his feet and peeking through my almost closed lids I watched as he left in the middle of the night. As I lay awake

•••

Everything about last night made it almost impossible for me to sleep, why wouldn't I?

May be if ask him he would tell me, but then again the thought itself was a cold slap to my face. I must be freaking out right now because I have no one to talk about this.

Veronica is out of town, Merlin is been MIA and Marcus, him and I have never been this close to share about our love–life.

Shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly I took of my uniform and changed into a decent pair of shorts and tank top. My shift at the cafe has ended bringing me closer to another end of the day.

Glancing at the mirror before me as I breathed out as I applied some lipstick, I know just what I needed.

A drink.

To get my mind off everything, I needed a change of environment, new faces.

Brushing through the crowded streets I've made my way to the local bar near where I lived.

The humid air of inside trickled through my skin, the beads of sweat.

Making my way towards the bar I pulled out a bar stool and seated myself.

“Whiskey please. ”

I muttered as the bartender nods before turning to get my drink, just then my eyes caught the sight of man sitting across the bar staring hard at me, I shivered when he stood to his feet and walked towards me.

“Make the drinks on my tab the lady's with me.”

He said to the bartender as my eyes gaped at his words.

“Excuse me?” I spoke harsher than I intended but that doesn't stops him as when I stood to leave his hand caught a hold of my wrist.

“Where are you going, beautiful?”

“Let my hand go right now,” I spat as the man only twisted my wrist more.

“Get your hands off my wife.”

An unknown voice of a man spoke as I felt the grip around my hand come at loose. Turing around I was taken back to find I man with green eyes, blonde hair staring at us.

He soon approaches us his arm going around my waist us he pulled me closer to his embrace, “Honey, how many times do I have to tell you don't have go near other men just to make me feel jealous.”

I tried my best to fake a faint smile as he leans down and kiss my forehead.

“I’m sorry sir, but next time I see you any closer to my wife I want you ten feet away from her.”

His expression changes within seconds as he turns and smiles back at me,creepy as it may seemed with his hand still resting on my waist he lead us outside the bar.

We walked until we're no longer in sight, as I sighed in relief letting out the air I didn't know was holding. Glancing upwards at the foreign stranger I was taken back to find him staring at me.

“Good girls don't roam around the city at late night. ”

He muttered and I noticed his accent indeed did sounded so different, his forest green eyes, they were the sharpest green I've have seen.

“Thank you, I guess you're right.”

His head cocks to the side his perfect brow arching as he extended his hand out for me to take, “Francis.”

“Paris.”

I place my hands in his. As we shake hands, as our finger touch, I feel an odd exhilarating shiver run through me. I withdraw my hand hastily embarrassed. Must be static I blink rapidly, my eyelids matching my heart rate.

“It’s nice to meet you, Paris.”

Something about the way he stared at me told me, that he might be the same Francis, Taehyung was talking about on the last night.

TO BE CONTINUED

Author's note:

I know this is  a way overdue update but to fill in the late update I've written this chapter longer.

So what do you think about this new character Francis?

And Taehyung what's is he hiding?

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