Her face didn’t move, cheek didn’t redden under the impact of his palm. It only smeared the lipstick more as those unnervingly still eyes watched him. “Do you feel better now? Or do you need to hit me again?” Her smirk grew a bit as she tilted her head.
Her skin is soft in his hands, eyes never breaking his harsh gaze. If she had moved at all his thumb would have been inside her mouth, caressing her wet tongue.
“Ne? You got a few won to spend, hotshot?”
— quickly dipping from the room before the staff came to clean.
She limped down the sidewalk, shivering like a leaf. Fashion was for looking good, not staying warm in below freezing winter.
God, she was so stupid. Letting herself get dragged into another party?
Yawns as dark eyes sweep over the destroyed room around her.
She didn’t look much better either with her smudged makeup and disheveled hair. Oh and her shoe was missing?
“𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 . . .”
She shuffled around and finally found her phone, —