Lorimar

Min Yoongi: International phenomenon, member of the most famous boy band in the world......... but kidnapper???

Mackenzie Santana: Wife of ‘Mr Music’ Shaun Santana, owner of the UK’s largest and best music label.

Their first face to face meeting may not have been conventional, but was it fated?! 

“I’m just about to scream when a huge calloused hand covers my mouth, thumb and forefinger squeezing my nose closed. I’m going to die!!! I know it. I can’t breathe. Tears prick my eyes as I reach a level of panic I have never felt in my whole life! I feel myself becoming lightheaded, the images around me becoming less focused and blurry, I feel a sharp sting in my neck..........then darkness takes me”

Mrs Music

"Aaaaahhhh!!" The sound leaves my throat as I find myself unceremoniously launched backwards into the air, landing heavily onto the bed, Yoongi falling onto the floor and landing face first into my lap!!


I'm not sure this was his intention! The shock of the impromptu flight through the air, exhilarating as it was, causes me to scream out. Yoongi looks up through his fringe at me and slowly raises his head, our eyes meeting. We look at each other briefly, attempting to regain our composure and our breath, and then I laugh! Hard!!


He initially looks horrified but quickly begins to chuckle along with me. Words he said to me a few days ago springs into my mind, and promptly leave my mouth....


"Ohhhhh Yoongi!" I tease, putting my hands to my mouth, feigning shock and batting my eyelashes at him, tilting my head to one side. "As flattered as I am that you are throwing yourself at my feet, possibly attempting to lick or suck parts of my anatomy, I'd prefer not to be tossed through the air like a basketball if it's all the same to you!" I giggle


"Ok, ok... HA. HA!" comes the reply "Although..... this is a very pleasing position to find myself in" he continues, wiggling his eyebrows sarcastically, whilst removing my trousers from my feet.


I slide forward on the bed, my legs either side of his torso, acutely aware of the proximity of his body to my lace covered nether region. I can think of nothing I would rather do right now than lay back and have him use his magic tongue on my body, feel his long strong fingers inside me, for us to get naked and become one, but I place my hands on his cheeks, lightly kiss his lips, and gently push him away.


"I think we should talk, don't you?" I tell him, cursing myself as I do. He looks crestfallen, and stands up, pulling his trousers up as he does to avoid another trip hazard. My eyes fixed on his fingers as they shakily fasten the buttons, I cannot fail to notice the very clear outline of his arousal! I'm so tempted to say 'sod it' and pull him onto my body, but I resist that urge and pat the mattress beside me.


"I can only say how disappointed I am, but you are of course right, we should. Please may I begin?" He implores as he sits shirtless beside me.


"Oh, sure, ok... yes, you first" I said, a little surprised as a few days ago he was very clear that 'Lady goes first'!


He takes a few ragged breaths and runs his fingers through his hair. He looks even sexier when tousled, his face settles into a frown, and he rests back onto the bed, his weight held with the heels of his hands. His abs now clearly visible. Phew! How will I concentrate? 


"I was scared when you were gone from the hospital. I worried my father had taken you. I could have murdered my driver, all that saved him was being able to bring me to you! 


Jag-eun is still in a coma, but has had scans and there is no signs at the moment of lasting damage, he should recover well" 


Yoongi sighs heavily and looks at me, the pressure and anxiety he has been feeling etched into his beautiful features, before shifting forward onto the edge of the bed and turning towards me, our knees touching. I could swear sparks literally pass between us and I jump slightly, then he reaches for my hands, taking one in each of his and squeezing the left one slightly. I go weak. 'Get a grip Mackenzie' I scold myself. Poor Yoongi is telling me of his stresses, all of which stem from his association with me, and I'm thinking about pushing him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him and riding the hell out of him! Insensitive bitch!


"When you were disappeared again my heart hurt. I felt empty, sad, scared and angry. Sooooo angry with you! I think you must notice that I have feelings of love for you! I hope that you like me too" he utters, his eyes so sad, but hopeful too.
