Insatiable
Hi guys!
Here’s something I wrote on a whim with Jumin on my mind.
Hope you enjoyyy ❤
Coldness, loss of body warmth and empty sheets is what Jumin Han woke up to. It’s not that he’s not familiar with this feeling of solitude, but last night’s rendezvous had him thinking it would be a morning to look forward to. Alas, the enticing woman who had gifted him the most passionate night of his life, was nowhere to be seen- and even Elizabeth the 3rd's distant meows rang annoyingly in his ears.
It was time to face the real world again and put his emotions on hold- including all thoughts about the charming lady he unusually took a liking to. What a shame it was to find the penthouse all empty.
It was not until she woke up the morning after that she realized her partner was no ordinary man but had to be one of the most influential shareholders they had- and waking up in his penthouse was not something she had seen coming. Despite having really enjoyed her time with the man sleeping peacefully beside, her mind raced and it was time to leave before things could take a sour turn. She wouldn’t dare to blow up any business deals and risk losing her job because of a stupid fling. As she struggled to gather her things with the worst hangover of her life, she discovered her cocktail dress with several torns on the bedroom floor.
MC had all too many drinks last night. That, and the incredibly handsome man as her companion were to blame for the silly little fling she succumbed to. It was completely out of character for her to bed a man so unknown, so sudden. But there was just something so intriguing about the man in question, whose attention she dearly enjoyed throughout the evening. They both found themselves at the balcony of the lavish hotel; she was trying to escape her boss imposing yet another gruesome task on her, and he was trying to get away from the tiresome bustle of it all. One thing led to another, and before she even got to know his name, their lips were crashing onto each other. They had to quickly excuse themselves from the party her company hosted and she found herself in a sleek black Limo – although she was not in the state to care about such details. She wanted him, needed him tonight.
“Shit.” she mumbled to herself and decided borrowing a shirt from the billionaire couldn't cause any more harm than what had already been done. She slipped on a white shirt with blue stripes from the huge closet in front of her and couldn’t help but notice several love bites scattered all throughout her pale skin in the tall mirrors as she did so. Hues of crimson slowly crept their way to her cheeks as she desperately tried to dress as modestly as possible. She was certainly not prepared for the walk of shame that awaited her.
