"Im busy." I said, making Ryan furrow his brows. "Busy doing what?" He asked, looking up at me. "You know..." I dragged. "Work." I said. "Skip it and do something with me." I grabbed the documents he was looking for and passed them to him. I had nothing else to do so I was helping him around. "Thanks." he mumbled. "Even if I do skip, what would we do?" I questioned. "Anything you want." I raised my brows. "So you would take me to the all you can eat ice cream place?" I smiled. "You can't think of anything better? I'm giving you an opportunity to have anything you want." he said.
"You always give me these opportunities-"
"And you always choose ice cream." he cut me off. "But you still take me." I smiled. "Okay, let's go." My eyes widened. "What- now?" I said, "but your shift isn't even over."
"I know that, but it's my break." he said, grabbing his keys. My mouth formed an 'o' shape. "Okay." I said, and stood from his desk. We walked in silence to the elevator, however, it wasn't an awkward silence, but a comfortable one. That's what I liked about him. "You know.." he said, pushing the elevator button so the doors would close. "I heard the ice cream place was closing because of less customers."
"What?" I frowned. I glanced up at him to see him smiling down at me. "Stop smiling."I told him. "This could be my last time eating their ice cream." The doors opened and I walked out first. Was he happy it was closing!? Ugh. Jerk.
"Rai, wait. I was only joking-" He called from behind but I was too focused on the man in front of me. "What took you so long." Taehyung asked, with a small smirk. What in the world-
"Mr. Kim." Ryan said, who now stood next to me."What are you doing here?" I blurted out. His brows furrowed making lines appear between his brows. Damn, he was hot. His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip before speaking. "Well, I'm taking you out, Rai."
"Fine. Take her." Ryan said, and I looked at him in utter disbelief. He was glaring at Taehyung. What was really going on between them? My arm was suddenly grabbed and I was pulled towards Taehyung. "I wasn't asking." he said, making Ryan clench his jaw. I was still shocked at the fact Ryan let me go so fast. He always took me ice cream."I have work anyway." he said, avoiding my eye contact.
He told me he was on his break- "I'm sure you do." I said bitterly.
He glanced down at me for a split second before walking away.I scoffed and moved away from Taehyung. "What makes you think-"
"You've already disobeyed me once, Rai. Do it again and I'll punish you in public." His hand gripped my neck pulling me closer to him. "But something inside me wants you to disobey me." he mumbled pressing himself more against me. "Y-you can't punish me outside the room." I said gripping his shirt. Why did I have the feeling he would actually do it?
He would punish me in public-
"Get in the car." he said pushing my head to the side. I rubbed my neck as he opened the door for me. "Be my good girl today, hm?" he said leaning against the open door. I looked up at him. "As much as I'd love to turn that pretty ass of yours red, I have other things to do, sweetheart." he said before slamming the door. My lips were still parted in shock. I wasn't sure if I should feel offended or scared. He walked around the car and got in."Why are you doing this?" I asked facing him.
He turned the keys making the seats vibrate as the engine roared. "Every question you ask adds two spanks." He turned his head to face me. "The number is already two digit." he said before placing his arm on the back of my seat. He purposely moved his body closer to mine as he pulled out.I gulped and scratched at my jeans. I wonder what number it was. I glanced over at him. His eyes were focused on the road and his face was cold. My eyes wandered.
His skin had this beautiful olive tan that complemented his dark eyes. What did I do to deserve this? I mean, look at him. He was a Greek God, for goodness sake.
"Where do you work?" I asked still looking at him."I already told you." he said not taking his eyes off the road. My brows furrowed but then I remembered he told me he worked at an office.A soft sigh left my lips as I rested against the seat. "Who is Ryan to you?" he questioned. "I already told you." I said using his words. The car halted making me look out the window. "How did you-" I took off my seat belt and got out the car. "How did you know this was my favourite ice cream place?" I asked him as he walked up to me. "It's my favourite place." he said walking past me, towards the small ice cream stand.I followed after him. "Sit." he ordered. "Im not your dog." I mumbled hoisting myself up on the stool.
He looked down at me with a raised brow. "What flavour?" he asked me."Cookie and cream." He nodded and ordered one before sitting beside me. "You don't want one?" I asked looking at him with a frown. He shook his head.
"How come this is your favourite place?" I questioned.This wasn't some expensive ice cream restaurant, it was a small stand with stools in front of an old building. "I used to come here as a child." he said passing me my ice cream. My eyes widened. "Same! I used to have this friend who lived on the same floor as me, we use to come here after dinner every day." I told him.
My smile then faded. "Then I had to move and I never saw him again."I realised what I was saying and looked up at him but the way he looked so focused on me made me feel better. "Carry on." he said studying me."What?" I asked pulling the spoon out my mouth. He looked down at my lips before back up at my eyes. "Why did you move?" He asked.
"My dad thought he got this big deal with some CEO. Apparently, it was a really good offer and would've kept us financially stable forever, but as soon as we moved he found out he got scammed." I paused to take another bite. "So we ended up staying there even though it was hard to keep up with rent but it would've been more expensive to move back. Then he got sick and I had to drop out of college to pay for his bills." I said looking down at my ice cream and pushing it away. "I don't want anymore." I mumbled.
"What were you studying?" he asked. "Medicine. But it was a dumb decision. I was selfish. We both knew how expensive the course was-
"Do you want to go back to college?." he continued. "Why do you ask? Besides, I couldn't and I would be behind in everything. This is just easier." I admitted. I glanced up at him. His elbow rested on the counter as his knuckles supported his chin. He sat there listening to me. "I like their flavours." he said looking up at the list of flavours.
"Which is your favourite?" I asked. "Mint chocolate. It's the only flavour I eat.
"Really?" I exclaimed. "You're missing out." I told him. "Remember that friend of mine I told you about. He only ate mint chocolate just like you. I remember forcing him to eat cookies and cream but he just ran away from my spoon." I laughed. "Where do you think he is now?" he asked me. I shrugged my shoulders.
"He always dreamt of becoming rich. He even said it was only because he wanted to buy me an ice cream store."
"I hope he remembers me too." I frowned.
I flinched when something cold was spread across my bottom lip. Before I could react, he pulled my face to his and took my lips into his mouth. My lips folded between his teeth as he nibbled on the skin. I moaned against his teeth and kissed him back. My body moved forward almost making myself fall but he gripped my sides, holding me in place. His tongue glided over mine making me moan softly into his mouth.
He tasted of cigarettes mixed with sweetness. He always tasted like this. His lips slowly parted from mine before moving to my ear. "I want you to ride me in public." My eyes widened and I quickly pushed him back to look at the old man who served us ice cream. Luckily, his back was turned to us and he was cleaning the spoons.
"You did that on purpose." I said looking at him. His lips were parted slightly and his chest was moving faster than before. "Did I?" he asked raising his brow. "I just wanted to try a new flavour." I rolled my eyes and hopped off the stool.
"Rai." he called.
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