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4| "A war so maddening." 

Taehyung exhaled a deep breath of agitation.

The diamond of the ring sinisterly gleamed, somehow taunting and piercing his eyesight.

Taehyung: Aren't you a coward and rude and greedy? Right after having sex with me you left me alone in the bed. Can't you stop running? because it's useless, I'll get you anyways, wang.

Taehyung hit the message sent, he knew Nina wouldn't dare to reply, she didn't even bother to ask him where he had got the number. The thief had stolen it from her mobile when she was sleepy and was nuzzling her face in his neck. 

The message got seen and that was it, no reply. 

Taehyung flickered his blank gaze at the ring, it was too bright, just like the annoyance flickering in his amber eyes. The turmoil within him wasn't ready to alleviate, so infuriating. Normally, he was a calm and optimistic person or that's what he showed people to not let them see through him. The male never faced difficulty doing that. It was easy to hide what he thought, it was easy for him to let people see what they wanted to see, it was easy for him to conceal his dislikes toward some people, it was all like tricks for Taehyung and he had mastered it. 

Like right now, he was in his office and was incredibly bored— so bored that he could doze off at any minute but he didn't let it flare in his face, he didn't want to appear like a jerk, though he knew he was an enormous jerk yet he didn't want to offend the girl, the staff whose name he didn't remember, maybe her name was Jenn or demi or something else, Taehyung wasn't concern. 

She was on her knees between his legs, clad in a silver colour backless dress, her deep cleavage was in the view that Taehyung took occasional glances but didn't bother to raise his fingers to touch her. Her manicured fingers gripping his thighs as she inched closer herself to his groin, the zipper rolling down sound melded with his rushing thoughts.

The girl was working as a pole dancer in his club, which was specifically a sex club, Envy and he was the owner. At day he was a famous model stirring himself at the flashes of lights and camera and at night he was running an illegal club. Many influential people from the town, women or men, it doesn't matter, they all reached here for their leisure. It was a secret that they hid from other people, but Taehyung knew and their secrets that the clients had poured into the employee's ears.

The girl was dearest around the clients and more than that she was amazing in bed, not Taehyung's saying but he had heard the pieces of information floating around the club here and there. The girl didn't get the chance to have bedding with Taehyung because whenever she approached him with her sugary words and an extra layer of lipstick, Taehyung just simply brushed her off.  

For Taehyung it was easy to get any woman, and they always did what he wanted, they effortlessly got charmed by the alluring persona of his that he showed them— flirty smirks, captivating words and his kick-ass, heavy wallet. It depressed the hell out of him sometimes by the amount of sick, wanton admiration the women rained him with.

But today demi-Jenn or whatever her name was thanking her lucky stars when Taehyung decided to give her a chance to please him. Everything was normal as usual today while he was occupied in his office trying to have the proper conversation with the woman who kept declining his calls while his eyes were scanning every area of the club in the CCTV screen. 

And the next minute he was hard as a rock just by imagining a particular red-haired woman, whose weird fashion sense only encircled around the colour red, who talked too sweetly as if she had honey rushing through her veins, whose smile was so bright and cheery that it almost seemed unreal. 

Gosh, he hated everything about her, so much that it was almost suffocating for him, but it wasn't her fault, it was no one's fault that Taehyung hated that woman and her utmost kindness that she had shown him a few years ago. They were still the same, little lost and little vicious for each other, though Nina was the woman who he couldn't help but crave at the point of insanity. Everything in Nina forced him to look back at their past, every touch of her reminding him of those battered, dusty pages of their past that he had somehow laid to rest deep within him. 

Taehyung brows knitted for a delicate scowl as he closed his eyes, feeling the demi-Jenn palming his length through the boxer as he leaned his head back and did nothing, he just wanted to take off his mind from the gorgeous woman who was trying everything to resist him, but how long? She even didn't know and Taehyung wasn't in a mood to back off. 

"This is absurd. Fuck, this woman is driving me crazy, her thoughts could alone make me come." Taehyung rasped, every muscle of his body tightened when the girl's fingertips brushed the rim of his boxer. 

Taehyung clenched the ring, almost wounding his palm.

Those lips— those pouty, red lips of Nina, that curvy, silken naked body of hers and those long strands of locks, especially when he was inside her, invading her and they were falling to his shoulders, red and soft. Every inch of her flashed in front of his eyes, though there was no reason to remember the moment of that sinful night— but it was there. Without knowing she had engraved herself in his bones, in his skin, even in his nails. 

She was still as beautiful like she used to be in their teenage years, a little more fierce, profound sexy but still somewhere a little bit skittish and he had corrupted her that night, knowing that he had marked her again, sends waves and waves of bliss to his nerves, it made fucking her so much pleasurable than his regular taste of diet-to-death, toned legs and botoxed lips women. 

Taehyung just couldn't get her out of his thoughts and he had no intention to kick her out of his system, not when he had finally found her. It was time to pin her under his claws, until then he wouldn't be calm. 

"Leave." Taehyung mumbled yet loud and clear enough for the flushed woman to comprehend. The girl was this close to pulling his boxer down to unravel his dick, perhaps she wasn't fortunate enough to get a taste of him. 

"But why?" The girl puffed her rosy cheeks, she gloomily watched Taehyung coolly zipping his jeans as he patted her head and gave a slight nudge of her forehead, tacitly letting her know that he wasn't in a mood to play around anymore. 

The red-haired lady had tarnished his horny mood— Taehyung grimaced.

"Suddenly I remembered something." He remembered her and he didn't want to take her name. The back of his hand gently caressed her chin as he flickered one of his infamous smiles that had an ominous glow and golden handsomeness. For a second, the girl couldn't help but stare at him, mesmerised, mouth agape, then she nodded with heated cheeks.

Kim Taehyung was ultra-gorgeous to even behold.

"Maybe next time." She let out a faint sigh, heat raising her cheeks as Taehyung nodded, he knew that day wouldn't come yet he didn't stop her from raising her hopes. The girl walked out of the door with a dissatisfied expression masking her features. 

"This ring. . . you have to wear this fucking ring whether you like it or not, red. Be ready for this." By Nina's thoughts, his heart ticked and blood thickly rushed to his cock, he groaned, pouring out a string of condemnations. 

Taehyung wanted to throw her thoughts away, condense the sound of her voice, disregard the demure shiver of her body yet he took a sort of an idle pleasure indulging in them. 

"Seems like you are having a hard time getting your dick up." A playful snicker gained Taehyung's attention as he chuckled, the sound was bare of humour.

"Shall we toast about this good news, fucker." Taehyung sarcastically chirped, knotting his fingers, he leaned back at his swivel chair, gaping at the male chugging his beer down from the bottle. His best friend Jimin flashed him a smug smile as he strode toward the couch and dropped his body to sit there.

"You have this I-hate-everyone look on your face. What happened? Did some chick turn you down?" Jimin slid his fingers on his brown locks and pushed them back as he gulped a small amount of liquid.

"Yeah, you are right buddy." Taehyung grumbled as he put the ring in the velvety box then in the drawer and sat up. 

His eyes fixed on the screens attaching at the walls as he rounded the table and stood in front of the screen with his arms crossed. Some customers were drinking and dancing, some sniffing cocaine, and at some farthest corner of the club a couple was having exhibit sex on the couch, it was almost comical to see how the girl was dramatically hopping up and down on the guy while sitting on his lap. Taehyung scoffed as he shifted his gaze at another screen, making sure that everything was going smoothly.

"Certainly that's something new coming out of your mouth." Jimin was a curious type of guy, he had to know everything. Since Taehyung and Jimin were so close there was nothing hidden from each other— That's what Jimin believed.

"A chick turned my marriage proposal down, I'm just bitter because of that." Taehyung drawled, baring his teeth. Jimin spat his beer, looking at his friend in utter shock. Was he hearing things? Jimin could still hear his voice ringing the shell of his ears.

Marriage and Taehyung didn't seem to fit together, it was impossible. He wasn't a heart and flowers and romance type of guy. Yes, he was a gentleman but he wasn't husband material, heck, he wasn't even boyfriend material, in the same office he had fucked so many women that he had almost lost count and this man was talking about marriage? And had Jimin heard right that some girl turned his rich-ass proposal down? It was too hard to shove the information down to his throat and digest it, so Jimin took a sip of his beer.

"She just loves to make me upset when I'm already so into despising her." Taehyung narrowed his eyes, as he checked his mobile again. No reply from Nina, someone was being hard to get.

"That girl seems intriguing." Jimin mumbled, an amusing curl in his lips.

"Oh, you have no fucking idea." Taehyung snorted a low laugh of taunt. 

"What is she? a challenge or just a. . . source of leisure. What is in your mind?" Taehyung craned his neck at his friend, his brows lifting to his toned forehead as he dropped on the couch beside him.

"No, she is not a challenge nor some random leisure, not anymore. She is a war that I'm determined to conquer." Taehyung tossed his head back, blankly watching the ceiling. He could sense the questioning glance of the male. "I won't go into details mate but just so you know, I'm craving something that can be the cause of my downfall, I don't mind it because it's fun. She is fun." An excited glint in his golden eyes almost seemed uncanny. 

"What if she declined your marriage proposal again?" Jimin moved his beer bottle, watching the liquid hurling as he passed the bottle to Taehyung. 

" If she thinks that she can do that then she has another thing coming." Taehyung mumbled, his dainty fingers cupping the bottle as he took a lazy sip of the beer, humming when the drink teased his taste buds as he searched for the person's name on his mobile. After a few rings, his call got answered. 

"Yoongi Hyung, prepare the marriage registration form, I need it quick, I'll send you the specific documents tomorrow morning." Jimin gawked at his best friend who had a cocky smirk nestling in the corner of his lips as he chugged the drink in one go. 

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