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"I'm not..." I deny the facts but lower my gaze down to his glossy lips, to observe

them bouncing onto each other when he pronounces some words and his tongue

licking them teasingly. "Oh lord. I have your face in my sight and your cheeks are all

red, are you still gonna pretend you're not?"

"No..." I bite on my lower lip but pray for the first floor to be at the level of our feet

the quickest possible. From out of nowhere, when my eyes were darting to the

numbers going down on the small screen, the man steps away from his spot to

head towards me.

I watch him coming but without even realizing my actions, I end up getting stuck by his arms and body. His torso facing mine, his arms guarding my body as his hands are gripping the bar against which my behind is being squeezed.

He clamp onto his juicy lips tempting me but he moves forth and brushes my cheek

with them, to whisper in my ear. "How does that feel inside now?"

Tingles. Everywhere, that's what I feel but cannot reveal.

I catch my nervous and lost breath but bend my head forth, to close my eyes but try not to faint. "Does that feel good when I make your heart race like that?" he

deepens his voice for the vibration to jolt my veins, my body not standing this

anymore as the doors aren't opening yet.

"Hm?" he emits a profound sound coming right from his chest but exhales heavily,

just to shiver my body and then step back, at the sound of the doors opening. "See

you tomorrow, Miss Han," his voice sounding amused echoes through the small space.

"I love this lipstick you're wearing," his sentence gives me the chills and he

goes out of the elevator as my legs are now shaking and my veins throbbing. I almost peed myself, what the hell is wrong with me?

— Next day —

9:20 am.

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

I press my finger down on my office phone, asking for my secretary.

"Mister Jeon?" she answers my call in short seconds as always so I make it fast to

tell her what I want. "I would like you to bring Miss Han to my office please."

"Miss Han?" she pronounces as there was a problem. "Mister...she hasn't clocked in

yet."

"Do you have her phone number?" I make a quick decision, knowing what I'm going

to do in this case. This is the first time that she doesn't arrive on time and she

should have been here twenty minutes ago, something is wrong. "Yes, I do "

"Call her until she answers," I hang up but roll my chair closer to the desk, to open

my laptop and immediately check in my emails. What is this girl doing?

"Mister Jeon?!" the one I was asking for knocks on my door so I let her in but stand

from my chair. "M—Mister Jeon...I'm so sorry for being so late I..." she pants for air,

her dress shirt opened the way I like it, her breasts being exposed as her chest is

inflating and deflating at warp speed. I put my hands in my pockets but watch her

speaking, with a lot of pleasure coursing through my veins at the scene my eyes are

witnessing, but that my brain is settling into different circumstances.

She flattens one of her shaking hands on her breasts, theses one making me lick my

lips at their tenderness that I can discern just by the way her fingers touch them and

cause the curves to look so mellow, these small ones that she's swelling just with

her bra that I know are padded to increase the volume. I smirk internally but wait for her to speak the way she has to.

"Mister Jeon...I apologize for being late...I forgot to put an alarm...for this hour..."

she bites her red lips in the most discreet manner, averting her gorgeous eyes from

mine that I know can make her feel dizzy. I raise my eyebrows but peek down at the

light cover of sweat over her neck, this one enticing me.

Her red lips, her sweat, and hard breathing. All are reunited for my brain to just picture her in my bed, out of breath, and under me.

"Is that your excuse?" I act mad about it, keeping a straight face and playing it the

way I love it with her. "I...this is the truth Mister Jeon..." she starts to stutter, her lips

squeezing each other as they always do once she's nervous and tense.

She has no idea how much of a turn on it is for me to know what she likes and use it

to make her lose the control of her own body.

I made an eye contact with her as I'm stepping forth. I look down at her sweaty neck arousing me once I reach her, to gently lift my hand up, her chest rising and losing in volume swiftly as a hard gulp went down her throat. I wipe the little amount of wetness over her skin, making sure not to touch her where I shouldn't. "You didn't respect the rules I established...again..." I sigh but put this forth one more time, bringing a lot of fear in her body with a simple unclear sentence that could make her apprehend the outcome of her mistakes.

She doesn't speak as I'm passing the tissue over the other side of her neck and I

subtly slide it down once I'm done, to reach her collarbone and let my finger tease

her shivered skin before pulling it away. I dive my eyes into her shy ones but smile at

the sight of her red cheeks. "You can go," I don't say more but come back on my

steps to stroll to my desk and throw the tissues in my small trash can only full of

papers.

"W—Why did you call for me Mister Jeon...?" she doesn't listen to my words as I'm sitting down on my desk chair, raising my eyes up to hers and getting comfy in my

seat. "Because I wanted to see you. Now that I did, you can go."

"Okay..." she nods with some confusion but tangles her hands in the back of her

body. "You'll work with me in this office later. One hour," I reveal the punishment

while watching her body slowly leaving, but she stops and peeks at me. "You'll be

Paid," I don't even let her speak about it, knowing what will make her stay with me.

"Why do you pay me...?" she lets the door opened without being aware that I don't

want anyone to know about what I do with her. "Go out and don't talk about it out

loud."

She exhales a bit heavily but gives me a nod of her head, to walk out and close the

door behind her. My smile doesn't leave me but I place my elbow on the arm of my

chair, replaying the images of her body sweating and gasping for air. I fiddle with my lips but heave a sigh, realizing how obsessed I am about my youngest employee who makes me go so crazy.

"Shut up, he likes me. Not you," she grumbles like a thirsty girl, both of them

believing that I could get interested in such h*es who have nothing other than a

good body. "Ahh...seriously..." I chuckle through my sigh but focus on my little girl,

watching her filling her cup with some coffee and being silent as always.

"Miss Han, I think your skirt has a stain on the back," Yoonjin who never wants to

leave her alone hits the man by her side, gesturing him with a disgusting smile to

get closer to the girl he better not touch.

I check her skirt to get to see if there's indeed something but don't notice any stain at all. However, the guy who got near her empties his cup of coffee to put it down

on the kitchen counter.

"What...?" she turns while holding her small container, but the man slowly enraging me steps forth after hearing his louse who told him to show her.

"There," he moves his hand towards her to pass it in her back, and grab her

buttocks, creating a wave of powerful wrath inside of me. When I thought she wouldn't react to this, her coffee splattered his entire face and chest as she pushed him away from her, making him retreat but gasp. "You b*tch!"

My baby girl did well.

My eyes widen once I witness his hand flying in her face. I straighten up but propel

my chair in the wall behind me to stomp towards my door and rush out of it with

my blood boiling inside my veins. I slam it behind me but make a beeline for the small cafeteria to get the fastest possible there.

Their voice echoing through the place as I'm heading closer, I clench my jaw but

open the door of the room without thinking twice or hesitating. Once my eyes full of fury land on the guy who touched her, my jaw clenches and everyone in here look at me.

"What did you just do?" I hold back from beating the hell out of him, my breathing

the direction he has to take if he doesn't want to die on his spot. I never avert my

eyes away from him, biting on my inner cheek and looking daggers at this piece of

crap who better be ready to feel the most acute pain ever.

Once he leaves this room, I focus on y/n only. "Miss Han, come here," I call her, not

showing or expressing any kind of sternness after what just happened. She keeps her head down but walks up to me with her hands interlaced in the front of her

body, for us to step out of here together but get in her office all alone.