Open your hand. Take a glass. Don't be scared. I'm right here. Even though you don't want. Trust me girl, you'll wanna be high for this
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"Apple doll this is us," Zha soothes as the car stops. He's such a gentleman. He opens the door and steps outside waiting for me to follow.

Zha is really something. In between the lines of godly handsome to demonly dangerous.

From his hair to his shoes, he looks hot yet terrifying. Already giving off the impression that he's one that you shouldn't mess with. As he picked me to be his mistress, I'm sure there's something more up his sleeves. It can't be that easy unless Jay knows how to manipulate his own boss.

"Be careful." Jay mumbles lowly. I nod my head stepping out the vehicle. It begins here.

"This is where you live?" I question Zha.

It's a beautiful pent. My eyes run up along the glassy tall building. It's defiantly not affordable or for someone who has a salary income like me. The lights shine bright purple and blue along the building within every floor. A dark but glorious view and feel.

"Living large." I comment. He quietly laughs and watches me, he's been doing that since I got in the car. As if something is interesting about me.

He closes the door of the car and taps the back, the car soon rides away leaving me on the deserted street with Zha.

"What's the deal?" I question him stepping forward to him. He does the same holding my hands in his own. "You want a quickie with me or what? I'm sure you just don't pick girls like me and bring them to your expensive place," I end up saying.

"Such titles huh. I prefer clean and beautiful,"

"Okay fine," I smile. "What am I doing in your clean and beautiful pent,"

He smirks. "This clean and beautiful place is our new home Apple doll," with that his finger titters my chin. "And if you were like other girls, I would've already killed you in the warehouse with Jay to clean up afterwards. Shall we?" He covers his words quick with a light chuckle taking the lead.

He just said that so confidently. What am I really getting myself into?

Walking through the clear glass doors I feel really odd with myself. He looks so elegant and here I am looking classy but sluty in my long black boots that reach my thigh and my tiny black dress as I'm draped in his black blazer. Classy but trashy. Does that make sense?

The door man and receptionist greet Zha as we walk past them.

Their are two elevators and the left one is already open. We step in and the doors spirals to a close.

His eyes go down every feature of my face and I feel violated. His eyes seem lustful and he bites his lip.

"I like living large," he says. "I like living like a star and I know as you're with me I can make you into my own personal star," he whispers holding my shoulders and smiling down at me. I can't help it as my mouth tilts up. "It's no deal. I simply need a woman to keep me company in the dark and when I'm low. Alcohol doesn't really do the trick like a sexy body pressed up against my lips,"

Does he really mean that?

"And since Jay brought you up to me, I trust all his recruits have something I'm lacking in my life. Now that you're here, I see and believe you have what I've been craving for," he's about to kiss me but the elevator dings and stops him. I breathe looking away from his handsome face. He turns me around and I'm surprised the door opened behind me instead of in front, since we did come that way.

"Welcome,"

"Wow," I enter behind him. I have entered in a new environment that's more than drugs and gangs. It's an environment that I'm afraid to get myself caught up in. Everything is big and only now do I truly feel the pressure and weight of my decision. But I have to do this. For Namjoon.

The colours blend well with each other, a dashing black and brown mixed with white. It's very high fashioned themed. I can't help as I look fixed clearly satisfied with what I see. "You have no guards in here?" I walk hearing the thump of my boots on the marble floors. "Damn,"

"Oh I do. Just not here. You see, I'm not a problem. I'm a ghost. Nobody knows where I live, where I'm located or who I bring over. There's no point guarding a ghost. What needs to be guarded, is already undercover," he winks at me. "Welcome to your new sanctuary,"

"A ghost.." I whisper.

His deep chuckle enters my ears as he walks deeper in the house. "Wine or juice?" Why does everyone always ask me if I want wine. Why can't they ever ask me if I want water? Do I look like I want to be tipsy?

"Water." I dare him. His lip twitches up and he shrugs. I go over to him unbuttoning a few of his shirt buttons down. "Sparkling water," I answer more confidently.

I follow him as he makes his way to his kitchen. I feel so welcomed by the whole house already. He sets two glasses on the table pouring juice in one glass and sparkling water. He hands the glass to me.

"Your water," he smiles and drinks his orange juice. "With sparkles,"

"Thank you," I nod to his glass. "Interesting choice,"

"I need to be healthy at all times. No time for sickness,"

I nod my head diverting the topic. He seems chilled with me. "I'm curious as to what Jay said about me that made you make your decision?" I ask.

"Being curious with me can get you in a lot of trouble Apple doll," He watches my reaction seeing it's not changing before he continues seductively. "But I'm a sucker for trouble. Jay mentioned that you knew Dean and that you were a stripper. That everything with you stays behind closed doors. He also mentioned how stunning you were. When I saw you, I saw the look in your eyes, of how you wanna be touched by power."

I say nothing maintained by his babble. He wants me already and I didn't even do anything. Sometimes I wonder if my looks are a blessing or a curse.

"So," he sets the glass down looking at me while I drink lightly. "Do you know anything I do?" He asks.

"Let's see Zha, I think you sell drugs illegally, which is why you have a fortune like this," I answer honestly making him chuckle.

"You can call me Taehyung. Zha is for those I'm dealing with. Identity is important you know," he answers flashing a smile.

He seems really genuine and free. "So because I was a stripper you feel the need to tell me this?"

"No." He mummers. "You are gorgeous and you know Jay and Dean at a close level. I assume you know how they vibe. Meaning you must know how I vibe in mystery and silence." He puts his finger to his lip. I nod my head. Those are not strong reasons to trust me but I'm not taking chances with my life. He revealed his name because I know a part of his gang.

"I don't sell drugs. I'm not stupid to put myself out there like that," he stands straight and walks around to sit on the high stool next to me. "We sell equipments, guns, explosives and traditional ornaments,"

"That's what the public thinks," I mention.

He nods his head. "It's a good business as everyone wants permits to own a weapon. Good eye Apple doll. " he licks his lips and turns to me. "But my business undercover would give you terrible nightmares. I'd rather we play first. I would love a good strip show from you,"

He drinks his juice leaving me feeling very sexy. "Well then Taehyung," I stand up walking to him before placing myself on his lap undoing the rest of his buttons. "What should I show you first?"

"What do you have in mind?" His eyes watch my fingers going up and down his chest.

"Something that won't give you nightmares," I say closing my eyes leaning into him hearing my own heartbeat beat quickly. Slowly I rotate my hips making sure he can feel me over his covered member.

Sorry Namjoon.

The one thing I ran away from has followed me. But it's just for a short while. I moan out loud when his member awakens. I keep reminding myself that it's just for a little while that I won't loose myself in my past. In my Stripper ways.

Sorry Namjoon.

I take off the blazer letting it fall. I hold both his hands directing them to my large breasts. "Feel me.." I whisper in his ear.

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