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exosmutxoxo · 8 years ago

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Dangerous Woman (Part 3) 🌙

A/N: At the rate I’m going, DW is going to be a series instead of a trilogy XD So anyway, to start off, Part 3 is full of song references, smut, angst and a whole lot of emotional conflict. I’ve even created a playlist on Spotify for this series HAHAHA, so if you’re interested in it, just drop me an ask in the ask box! Enjoy Part 3, and remember to leave some feedback at the end of it! x

Pairing(s): Luhan x Reader

Warnings: Blowjobs and emotional turmoil

Genre: Smut/Angst

Requested: No

Summary: (Y/N) is determined to apologize to Luhan after her drunk behavior the night before, but the outcome is different from what she expected it to be.

Word Count: 6523

Soundtrack:

Lolita // Lana Del Rey

Hurricane // Halsey

Ride // Lana Del Rey

Part 1 | Part 2 | PART 3

I’m roused from my half-dead state by the annoying buzzing of the intercom, forcing me to reach up and press the answer button. Blearily sitting up and rubbing my eyes, I place my mouth near the speaker. “Yeah?” I mumble, wincing at the sour aftertaste of red wine lingering on my tongue.

“Morning, sunshine!” Sehun yells through the intercom, his voice brighter than it’s been in ages. “How was your night with your lover?”

“What lover?” I ask grouchily, clutching at my throbbing head with irritation and already scanning my room for any spare Panadol lying around. What the fuck happened last night? I feel like I’ve been run over by a double-decker bus and thrown off a fifty-storey building, which probably isn’t what happened.

“What do you mean? Did Luhan fuck you to amnesia land? C’mon, cinnamon roll! Spill the juicy details! Did you confess your feelings for him?” Sehun natters on feverishly.

Luhan.

At the mention of my client’s name, sick starts to rise at the back of my throat as the events from the previous night come flooding back like an incoming tsunami. Catching sight of Luhan lingering in my doorway, discussing about cats with him, cracking open a bottle of red wine and just lying in each other’s arms as we chatted and laughed together for a couple of hours. Then the rosy picture melts, accompanied by my drunk self lashing out at him and screaming at him to get out.

Even a few hours after that and in my hangover state, I can still clearly recall the glint of hurt in Luhan’s eyes as he gathered up his belongings and made a run for it, all because I couldn’t control my anger.

Dropping my head in my hands with despair, I feel the tears rush fast to my eyes once again. Over the buzzing intercom, Sehun is still yelling at the top of his voice. “Cinnamon roll? You there?”

Grabbing the nearby wastepaper dustbin, I bend over it and throw up, sick pouring out from my mouth and all over the condom wrappers dumped in it. The revolting stench of vomit fills the entire room, causing even more tears to spring to my eyes as I retch and cough to my heart’s content.

“(Y/N)? Cinnamon roll! Are you okay?” Sehun continues babbling, his voice growing more frantic as the seconds tick by.

Wiping at my mouth with some tissue paper, I chuck them in the bin together with all the alcohol-stenched vomit and sprawl across my pillows with a groan, clutching my head. “No, I’m not okay”, I say curtly in response to Sehun’s question. “I royally fucked up this time”.

“Will be up in a few”. With a click, my best friend hangs up on me, silence flooding through the room. In a matter of minutes, he’s barging through the door with his hands full of Panadol, a bottle of water, a cup of Chamomile tea and a teddy bear tucked under his arm, a bright smile on his face. “Special delivery”, he sings out, kicking the door shut with his foot and ambling over to where I’m sprawled out on my bed like an exhausted starfish.

He proceeds to dump the tea and bottled water on my side table, sitting down on the edge of the bed and placing the teddy bear by my side. The mattress dips beneath his weight, causing me to roll over to face him. He offers one of his trademark smiles, reaching over to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “Tell me everything”, he says gently.

Squeezing the teddy bear to my chest, the tears start to flood my vision as I recall the events of the previous nights. I pour out the entire story to my best friend. I tell him about how I attempted vainly to turn Luhan away at the beginning of the night and how I eventually relented and let him stay because Lu took a liking to him. Then I confess that I got out of hand after having too many glasses of wine and lashed out at him and threw him out.

By the time I’m finished with my story, I’m full-on blubbering and Lu has padded over to me and made himself comfortable in my lap, purring contentedly. Sehun digests everything I’ve said quietly, absentmindedly running his fingers behind Lu’s ears, to which the cat seems to love. Letting out a shuddery breath, I press my hands to my face with humiliation but Sehun is having none of my self-pity.

Leaning forward, he patiently peels my hands away from my tear-soaked face and pulls me in for a hug, Lu squashed between us and grunting at his predicament. “Do you love Luhan?” My best friend asks earnestly, running his fingers through my hair affectionately.

I cling onto him, sniffling ungraciously into his shirt. “If I did, I wouldn’t have lashed out”, I lament. My head is starting to throb again and I silently vow to myself to never overdrink ever again. Drinking is bad for the complexion anyway and I can’t risk that, especially with a job like mine. Men wouldn’t want to fuck girls with bad complexions, I muse grimly.

“Well, are you sorry about it?” Sehun asks matter-of-factly.

“Of course. He doesn’t deserve the treatment I gave to him yesterday”.

“Then why not just apologize?” My best friend chuckles. “He loves you, (Y/N). He’ll definitely forgive you in a heartbeat”.

I stick out my lower lip petulantly like a child. “I can’t call him up. It’s against work ethics, Sehun”.

“Who said anything about calling?” Sehun smirks, glancing down at me with a knowing expression. “We’re going straight to Lu Corporations to see him”.

“I still can’t believe you chose to wear flip-flops and cat ears to the largest corporation in Asia”, Sehun complains as we pull up in front of the building of Lu Corporations, turning off the ignition as we do so.

I roll my eyes good-naturedly, undoing my seatbelt and shoving the car door open. “I’m a call-girl, not an office worker”, I point out, already flippity-flopping up to the main doors of the building with Sehun struggling to keep up with my pace despite the fact that he has much longer legs than I do.

“Well”, my best friend pants, “Luhan still loves you, no matter how shitty you look”.

He squeals as he earns a punch on the shoulder for his snarky remark, stumbling back a step as I huffily push the double doors of the entrance open and stride in confidently despite my quivering nerves, adjusting my cat-ears headband.

Spotting the receptionist’s desk, I shuffle over in my flip-flops and pin on my most dazzling smile as he lifts his head from his laptop screen to eye me. I recognize that look anywhere. After all, men have been staring at me in that exact way for the past few years; malicious glint in the eyes, lips curled up in bone-chilling smirks in that disgusting way of theirs.

At the sight of the male receptionist and his cat-like smile, I feel my confidence waver a bit. Then Sehun touches my arm reassuringly, already understanding the squeamish way I’m feeling deep down. “You’ve got this, Dangerous Woman”, he hisses through his teeth encouragingly, giving my arm a squeeze before making way to the nearby waiting area.

Feeling a tad bit better, I square my shoulders and approach the receptionist with newfound confidence. “Hi”, I begin cheerily, leaning my elbows on the desk while batting my eyelashes flirtatiously. “I’m (Y/N)”.

“Hello there, Miss (Y/N)”, the receptionist croons in a surprisingly husky voice. “I’m Jongdae. How may I help you?”

“I would like to see Mr Lu��, I request sweetly. “Is that possible? I know it’s all very sudden and I should’ve made an appointment beforehand but this is an emergency”.

Jongdae raises an eyebrow, running his tongue over his lips lustily. “And what emergency could a pretty little thing like you have?” He whispers sultrily. “Anything I can assist you in?”

I ignore the familiar churning in the pit of my stomach, trying my best to not throw up all over this greasy receptionist at his lame attempt at trying to get into my pants. Hastily pasting back my dazzling smile, I fish around in my pockets and pull out the Swiss knife Sehun gave to me all those years back and brandish it threateningly, to which Jongdae’s eyes widen in fright.

“You can assist me by picking up the damn phone and paging for the fucking CEO of this goddamned place”, I snap, ensuring that the end of the blade is hovering dangerously closely neck to his throat.

Swallowing, Jongdae tentatively reaches for the nearby phone and jabs a button on it. A ringing tone fills the air and soon, Luhan’s familiar sharp voice comes on, curt and cold. “What do you want?” The CEO demands impatiently.

Jongdae casts a nervous glance at the blade in my hand. “Uh…sorry to disturb you, sir. But there’s someone here to see you”.

“Who the hell is it?” Luhan snaps, and I can hear the shuffling of papers in the background. “I have a meeting in a few minutes. If it’s another one of those goddamned girls claiming to be my long-lost wife again, tell them to fuck off”.

“Uh, it’s a girl. But she’s not claiming to be your wife, Mr Lu”. Coughing, Jongdae subtly inches away from the open threat of my Swiss knife and leans in to the phone.

“Then who is it, Jongdae? I don’t know many girls”, Luhan sighs over the line.

“She’s, um…wearing cat ears”, the receptionist squeaks, his wide-eyed gaze travelling up to the headband on top of my hair.

There’s an abrupt silence on Luhan’s end. Even the shuffling of papers has paused. I wait in anticipation, my stomach clenching with nerves. Until Luhan commands curtly, “Send her up to my office. Right now”. With a click, the CEO hangs up, leaving me and Jongdae staring at each other in awkward silence.

Beaming at him appreciatively, I close the Swiss knife and slip it back into my pocket. “Thanks for that”, I say breezily. “Where is his office, may I ask?”

“I’ll lead the way”, the receptionist offers nervously, pushing back his chair and hastily making a beeline for the nearby elevators with me at his heels. Turning back, I catch Sehun’s eye in the waiting room and give him a thumbs-up, to which he excitedly returns the gesture. Then I disappear into the elevator with Jongdae, the doors sliding shut silently as the receptionist jabs the button for the top floor.

70th floor. Geez, and I thought Luhan had a phobia of heights.

Finally, a ‘ping’ echoes throughout the elevator as the automated voice drones out ‘Storey seventy’. The double doors slide open and with my ears still popping, I step out onto a dimly-lit corridor as Jongdae leads me past a few other offices. The staff lingering around stop and stare at me as I flip-flop past, their dumbfounded expressions fixated more on my cat ears than anything else. Unable to help myself, I give a little wave at everyone as I saunter past and I don’t miss the way Jongdae discreetly rolls his eyes.

Soon, I find myself facing a closed door right at the end of the corridor and that’s when the nerves start to bubble up once again, roiling on in me like a pot of soup left to boil. Maybe I shouldn’t have done this. Maybe I should just hole up in my room back at the brothel and hope that Luhan would come knocking at my door again and play the entire thing off-

“You may enter”, Jongdae announces, twisting the door handle and pushing the door open. A blast of cologne-scented air hits me right in the face, combined with the rich scent of expensive leather. Thanking the receptionist self-consciously, I take a hesitant step into the office, the soles of my flip-flops slapping noisily against the marble flooring.

The last thing I hear is the click of the door as Jongdae closes it behind him and merrily ambles back downstairs to resume his receptionist work, abandoning me in a posh office on the top floor of a skyscraper building with nobody but a very bemused-looking CEO eyeing me from behind his mahogany desk.

Luhan’s dark gaze travels from my cat ears and down to my flip-flops, an eyebrow lifted. He’s reclined back in his chair, hands clasped in front of him critically. “(Y/N)”, he says smoothly, my name like honey on his tongue. “What a pleasant surprise”.

“Is it?” I can’t help blurting out, immediately cursing myself for doing so. “I didn’t think you’d be pleased to see me”.

“And why’s that?”

I stare at him in bewilderment, frantically searching his face for any evident signs of anger or annoyance but I find none. In fact, he’s the exact opposite. Extreme serenity settles across his features, a smile tugging at his lips. And my mind is blown beyond belief at his nonchalance. “What do you mean?” I stammer. “Shouldn’t you be pissed off about…yesterday?”

“Were you sober enough to even remember what happened yesterday?” He shoots back, his voice level.

“Yes”, I retort defensively. “What do you take me for? Somebody who is too weak to handle a few drinks?” Then I bite my lower lip, startled at my abrupt snappiness. He seems to take notice of my embarrassment, judging by the smug way he gets to his feet and pushes his chair back, hands clasped behind his back as he nonchalantly leans his hip against the side of the desk.

“So did you come all the way here to pick a fight with me over your alcohol tolerance?” A thread of amusement runs through his words and I drop my gaze to the carpeted floor, staring at my faded flip-flops sheepishly.

“No”, I say quietly once I find my words. “I’m here to apologize for yesterday. I didn’t mean to lash out at you. I went overboard with my actions and I’m sorry. That’s what I came here for. To tell you that I’m sorry. If you want, I brought forms for you to fill in so that you can file a complaint against me. The brothel takes this kind of stuff seriously”.

Luhan says nothing for a long time and I don’t dare to lift my head to look at him. Not only because I’m too humiliated but also because I know that if I steal another glance at him, I’ll just melt into a puddle right here on the spotless marble flooring. Not every man can pull off a suit as well as Luhan himself and the longer I stare at him, the more I feel like my heart is going to burst right out of my chest. He does it so well.

“(Y/N), come here”. He orders, and I peer up to see him beckoning me over to where he’s standing by the desk. Bashfully, I flip-flop my way over to his desk as he sinks back down on his chair. Once I’m standing by his side, I keep my stare fixated on my toes as I await what he has to say.

I expect him to demand of the forms neatly tucked in my pocket, ready to sign them and send them off to the brothel so that I’ll be fired by tonight for inappropriate treatment of a client.

I expect him to heave a disappointed sigh and say, “I take back my words from last night about falling in love with you”.

What I do not expect him to do is look up at me with raised eyebrows and ask, “What are you waiting for? Get down on your knees”.

This is when I realize that his legs are spread further apart than usual, his arms dangling off the armrests of the chair lazily as he eyes me hungrily, a tent already forming in his pants.

I feel myself blush beetroot red, which is pretty stupid because I’ve been asked to suck dick for the past many years of my life. But with Luhan, everything feels overly intimate and filthy, although in the best way possible.

“N-Now?” I stutter. “But you have a meeting in a few minutes, don’t you?”

“In case you haven’t noticed”, he sneers, “I’m the fucking CEO of this goddamned place. I think I have the right to cancel meetings whenever I feel like it, don’t you?”

He has a point. So without another word, I slowly get down on my knees before him and sit back on my heels, my petite form fitting nicely in between his legs. Peeping up at him beneath my eyelashes, I swallow nervously. “Are you sure, Mr Lu?” I whisper uncertainly, the blood pounding in my ears.

“Jesus, (Y/N)”, he sighs exasperatedly. “Sehun was right when he said you never shut up. Put that pretty mouth to good use, girl”.

I make a face at his remark, sticking out my lower lip petulantly. “Rude”, I mutter under my breath cheekily.

“What was that, kitten?”

“Nothing”. Beaming up at him angelically, my trembling fingers trail up to his belt buckle, undoing it swiftly and reaching for the zipper, yanking it down. With my breath caught in my throat, I dip my hand into his boxers and slowly pull out his half-erect cock. The muscle lies in my small hand, twitching eagerly and I feel myself grow wet at the bare sight of it, much to my twisted humiliation. After a couple of years of sleeping with Luhan and I still can’t grow accustomed to his size.

Blushing modestly, I lean forward to take his tip in my mouth shyly, giving it little kitten licks. He hums in satisfaction at this, drumming his fingertips on the armrest and I can feel his heavy gaze boring right into me.

Feeling a little flustered, I lower my head to take more of his length into my mouth, stretching my lips over his cock. Saliva is beginning to pool at the back of my throat and I have to mentally force myself to relax, allowing my eyelids to flutter shut. I’ve done this to Luhan a million times, so why am I feeling so flustered and bashful now?

He seems to have the same question in his head, as he gently places his hand on top of my head, something which he has never done before. “Good girl”, he coos down at me. “Keep going, you’re doing great”.

My entire being flushes with pride at his little praise and I hate myself for feeling this way. I hate how I’m so obsessed with the idea of being praised, of being noticed for my hard work. I hate how riled up and excited my body gets when Luhan calls me a good girl and I especially hate how I’m in love with the idea of falling to my knees in front of him, completely vulnerable and ready to cater to his sexual needs.

I hate how I’m willing to do absolutely anything he says, just so he would reciprocate my genuine feelings for him. And no matter how much he claimed to be in love with me yesterday night, my heart has trouble believing it. Men are good at murmuring sweet nothings in your ear and I know that from years of experience. So what makes Luhan any different?

At that thought, I feel the familiar sting of tears behind my eyes and I glance down at his length so he can’t see my blubbering. Instead, I channel all my emotions into giving him the best blowjob he’s ever received in all the years we’ve known each other, lowering my head until I feel his tip brush the back of my throat.

My gag reflex kicks in instantly but I control it steadily, feeling my throat contract around his tip. A deep groan from Luhan spurs me on to hollow out my cheeks prettily, my damp eyes trailing up timidly to meet his. The dark glint in his pupils tell me everything I need to know; he’s relishing this, enjoying the wanton sensation of having my lips wrapped around his cock, enjoying the vulnerable sight of me kneeling in between his legs like some sort of needy kitten.

A condescending smirk crosses his pursed lips as soon as our eyes meet. “Are you sorry, kitten?” He coos, his hand hovering over my head lazily, his fingers toying with my cat ears.

I bob my head up in silent agreement, feeling my eyes beginning to water once more as his cock grows in my mouth, filling up every inch of my wet cavern until it becomes hard to concentrate.

I’m rewarded with another pat on the head and I sigh around his rock-hard length with pleasure, enjoying the lazy way he cards his fingers through my hair. My heart thumps with glee at the prospect of being called a good girl again, so I resume my work on his cock, fully intent on giving him the pleasure he deserves.

Slathering his entire length with my tongue, I observe as Luhan’s head falls against the back of his chair, mouth wide open as a few Mandarin curse words leave his lips. The fingers aimlessly carding through my hair tighten, gripping onto a fistful and tugging forcefully, causing my head to be pushed down further until I’m deep-throating him.

My moans reverberate along his length, something his body reacts beautifully to, judging by the hisses through his clenched teeth. His hips buck forward automatically, his tip hitting the back of my throat and I’m so close to passing out right on the spot. Not because I’m tired or anything, but because the needy sensation bubbling up in me is so overwhelming that I feel that I might release all over the carpet even without being touched.

The salty tang of semen stirs me from my reverie and I can feel that Luhan is close to his climax, judging by the pre-release trickling from his tip and into my mouth. Timidly, I flick a glance up at him and meet his hooded eyes immediately, glinting down at me.

Good girl, he mouths and my heart swells up with adoration. Spurred on by his silent remark, I hollow out my cheeks as much as possible although my jaw is starting to ache.

His body turns to putty as I work him up to his climax, one of his hands pressing gently against the back of my head. With one trained flick of my tongue against his shaft, a hitched moan leaves his lips and he releases in my mouth, semen filling up my wet cavern.

Not a drop escapes from my lips and I swallow obediently, reluctantly pulling away from his softening length bashfully. His hand lingers at the back of my scalp, fingers trailing through my hair absentmindedly as he uses his free hand to pull his pants back up, expertly slipping the belt through the loops while never tearing his drowsy gaze away from me.

Quietly, I rest my cheek against his knee and allow my eyelids to flutter shut, the tears pouring down my face silently. “I’m sorry”, I choke out again, unable to stop the flow of saltwater flooding my eyes.

I sit in between his legs for a long time, my cheek pressed against his knee as I bawl my eyes out, my shoulders trembling as my sobs rock my entire form. I cry over everything wrong in my life; my shattered morals and dignity, the loneliness eating at my heart, my conflicted feelings.

And throughout it all, Luhan lets me cry my heart out. He says nothing, just cupping his hand round the curve of my cheek and wiping away the stray tears with his thumb. Then, without a word, he yanks me to my feet and pulls me into his lap, holding me close as I bury my face in the crook of his shoulder and cry through the expensive material of his suit jacket.

Yet, he says nothing about it. He just cards his fingers through my hair soothingly, planting a little kiss on my temple. That just spurs me on to cry harder, clinging to him like a baby monkey. “I thought I would never see you again”, I hiccup, composing myself enough to lift my head and stare at him through the tears.

Luhan raises an eyebrow. “Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know”. I sniff delicately. “After yesterday, I thought you wouldn’t want to see me ever again”.

He rolls his eyes, grabbing at my chin not-too-gently so that I’m forced to look him right in the eye. “What are you on?” He asks bluntly, his fingers digging into my jaw. “After three years, you thought I could’ve just upped and leave? Fat chance, (Y/N). You’re not getting rid of me so easily”.

A glimmer of hope sparks up in me. “So you’re still coming to see me for sessions?” I ask, sounding exactly like a child who’s been promised cookies.

“I’ll come and see you for no apparent reason, not just for sessions”. He says calmly. “As much as I love having sex with you, (Y/N), I love your presence even more”.

I flush at that, suddenly too shy to say anything else. So I gently turn my head away, his grip on my jaw slackening as I slip out of his lap awkwardly, reaching up to adjust my cat ears. Bowing my head a little, I cough. “Well, I’ll get going now”, I mumble. “Thank you for taking the time to…see me”.

With that, I pivot on my heel and frantically flip-flop my way over to the door, not daring to glance back over my shoulder. My hand is on the door handle when Luhan’s voice halts me right in my tracks.

“(Y/N)”, he calls out softly, “wait”.

I pause, still facing the door as I hear the soft pad of his footsteps approaching me from behind. My heart slams in my chest frantically and for one frightening moment, all my brain can think of is, ‘He’s going to spank me’.

But the sharp end of a whip never comes in contact with my clothed ass, like what my other clients do to me whenever I misbehave or don’t adhere to their command. Instead, Luhan’s arms wrap themselves around my trembling figure from behind, lowering his head to rest his chin on my shoulder. I tense beneath his hold, to which he chuckles and places both hands on my stiffened shoulders, squeezing them teasingly.

“Relax, baby”, he croons. “Turn around and look at me”.

Hesitantly, I turn around to face him. He smiles that dashing smile of his, folding me into his arms for a warm hug and I practically melt inside out at the embrace, my nose buried in the crook of his shoulder. The tempting scent of musky cologne fills my nostrils, setting my nerves on tingling fire and I literally have to physically detach myself from him.

Leaning back a little, I tilt my head to stare up at him. “I should go”, I murmur, albeit reluctantly.

Luhan heaves a sigh, not bothering to hide his glumness. Lifting a hand, he caresses my cheek with the back of his hand adoringly, smirking a little. “I’ll see you tonight, then”, he says softly.

My heart soars at the thought of seeing him again, although I try to mask my excitement. “Okay”. The word leaves my lips as a whisper, a fleeting promise.

With that, I turn on my heel and dart out of the office, never looking back as a grin ghosts my lips, nearly splitting my face in half.

It’s just been a little over twelve hours since Luhan was thrown out of (Y/N)’s bedroom last night when she was in the midst of a hissy fit but he’s already undergone a turmoil of multiple heart-wrenching emotions ever since he forced himself to work this morning.

As much as he was upset with her for manhandling him out when he was so indulged in his genuine feelings and the lovely influence of alcohol, his heart broke when he recalled the hurt glinting in her glazed eyes when she yelled at him. As drunk as she was, her words were sober thoughts and he understood how she felt.

So when she turned up at his office in her terrible flip-flops, cat ears and irresistible pouty lips, he was more than eager to usher her in albeit his ice-cold demeanour. He didn’t really plan to coerce her into giving him a blowjob as a form of an apology but his cock has been playing merry hell with him again and he couldn’t resist those pretty little lips of hers when she gazed at him pitifully as she pouted sadly.

When she’d broken down in tears in front of him, it was like a ferocious tug on his heartstrings and it shocked him out of his wits. Luhan, the coldest and most cynical businessman in practically the whole of Asia, cares about somebody else’s wellbeing besides his own. If that ain’t love, then he has no idea what is.

He wanted nothing more than to let her sit in his lap for the whole day as he stroked her hair and comforted her but she’d pulled away faster than his lovesick brain could comprehend, hastily dusting herself off and bolting for the door.

Luhan never wanted to let her go.

But she’d slipped between his fingers like water and just like that, he’s forced to make a phone call once more to see her.

“…and so I told him that he could complain to the brothel about my inappropriate treatment of a client and the next thing I knew, his cock was in my mouth!” I babble to Sehun feverishly, flapping my arms around animatedly.

Sehun chokes on his mouthful of bubble tea, sitting up in the driver’s seat as he coughs dramatically. As usual, we swung by the bubble tea shop just round the corner and now we’re chilling in the parked car as I recap the whole Luhan incident to my best friend. So far, everything I’ve said includes the words ‘cock’, ‘blowjob’, ‘crying’ and ‘sexy’, which isn’t out of my usual vocabulary word bank.

Now, with the car engine off, my sexual encounter seems even louder in the enclosed silence of the car. Sehun wipes at his mouth with the back of his wrist, placing his cup of bubble tea in the cup holder by his side as he whips around to stare at me curled up in the passenger seat.

“(Y/N), you were supposed to march in smartly, make a quick and business-like apology and march right back out”, my best friend points out. “Instead, you swung by a drug company in flip-flops, threatened the sexy receptionist with a Swiss knife and sucked the CEO off. Which wasn’t really part of the plan”.

“The receptionist wasn’t sexy”, I shoot back defensively, internally shuddering at the thought of Jongdae’s greasiness. “Also, I didn’t just suck Luhan off. We cuddled a bit while I was crying and then he gave me a hug before I left”.

“Wait, hold up”. Sehun raises both eyebrows at this outbreak of news, obviously interested. “Cuddled? Hugged? What else went on in that office of his? Did he propose to you too?”

I pout at his sarcasm, pulling my knees up to my chest in the passenger seat and staring absentmindedly at a stray cat padding past the car, its tail swishing in the air happily. Its ginger coat glimmers in the fading sunlight, eerily similar to my own cat Lu.

“Lu likes Luhan”, I murmur, my gaze still fixated on the stray cat.

Sehun chokes on his bubble tea again. “Your ferocious feline likes a client of yours?” He rasps after coughing his lungs out, one hand pressed to his chest. “God, I’m going to die young at this rate”, he mutters to himself, eyeing his bubble tea cup with faux vengeance.

“Yeah”, I say in response to his earlier question. “Which is really surprising, because Lu scratches and bites every man I sleep with. Even Junmyeon, who feeds him”.

“Then this love must be real”, my best friend announces proudly. “The cat gods have answered our questions”.

“Am I really in love with Luhan, though?” I ask doubtfully, turning my attention away from the stray cat and focusing on Sehun, who is happily taking another sip of his bubble tea despite his near-death encounter just now.

He makes sure to swallow his mouthful first before responding. “Yup”, he says matter-of-factly. “You’ve got the goo-goo ga-ga glint in your eyes and it’s disgusting. Which definitely means you’re madly in love with Mr Drug Dealer for sure”.

“But I can’t fall in love with him”, I protest, feeling myself starting to panic. “He’s a client. I can’t fall in love with a client, I’ll be fired!”

“If there’s a will, there’s a way”, my best friend reassures me. “Haven’t you watched ‘Pretty Woman’?”

I shoot him an annoyed glance, wringing my hands worriedly. “I can’t believe you’re comparing my life to a movie”, I whine. “God, Sehun. Why must love be so fucking complicated?”

“This is like something out of a Lana Del Rey album”, Sehun remarks solemnly. “Falling in love with rich men, sugar daddies, dark obsessions with sex. But look on the bright side, (Y/N). At least you’re not falling in love with your stepfather, like in ‘Lolita’”.

“I love ‘Lolita’”, I sigh dreamily. “It must be wonderful to be her, flawlessly beautiful and admired by men”.

“You just described your life”, my best friend points out, grinning as he turns the key in the ignition and reverses out of the parking lot. “Beautiful and admired by every man out there”, he adds, gesturing to himself playfully. “Even gay ones”.

Luhan made arrangements with (Y/N) to meet her outside their usual hotel downtown at exactly seven-thirty sharp tonight. She’d agreed readily, her husky voice sending excited chills through his trembling form as she murmured, “See you tonight, Mr Lu” through the phone, causing all the blood in him to rush straight down to the area between his legs.

As soon as he placed the phone back down on the desk, he’d collapsed in his chair with his head in his hands, shoulders convulsing violently as images of her flood his mind mercilessly. He’s madly, cruelly, completely in love with this girl and as much as he tries to tell himself to get a grip, he’s teetering on the edge and about to plunge straight into the chasm of love. And to his utter horror, he doesn’t mind one bit.

For the first time ever, Luhan doesn’t plunge his hand into his pants and start jerking the fuck out of himself. Instead, he just sits in the calm silence of his office and allows his mind to play a slideshow of memories.

In his mind’s eye, he sees (Y/N) for the very first time three years ago. There she was, lingering on the pavement outside the hotel and dressed in the classiest black sleeveless dress he’d ever seen. Her matching black kitten heels were at least five inches high, giving her tiny and petite form a large boost.

However, the spark of life in her doll eyes was a stark contrast to her tiny figure. That spark was the only thing that kept her going, the only thing that kept everyone coming back for more.

The boys, the girls, the men and the women all loved (Y/N). She may be a little unusual, a young girl with a chameleon soul and a shattered moral compass, but as lost and confused and sad as she was, she had a heart of gold and nobody could take that away from her.

All she ever wanted was a home, which propelled her to seek safety in other people and that was something Luhan could relate fully to. And as much as he wanted to create a home out of a significant other, he found himself wanting to be the person (Y/N) built a home in, somebody she sought safety in.

And as much as he loved her, he feared her too.

She danced to the beat of her own drum and as much as she belonged to every man out there, she still belonged to nobody but herself. She was a hurricane, a one-night stand and she belonged to no city and to no man.

Luhan loved that about her.

He loved everything about her.

He loved the way she pranced about in cat ears shamelessly.

He loved how she always had a lollipop stuck in her mouth.

He loved her dick jokes.

He loved her stubbornness.

He loved how she chattered on about nothing and everything, how her pretty little soul was never dented by any setbacks.

He loved her drowsy expression whenever she fell asleep in his arms after a long night of mind-blowing sex.

He loved how she gazed at him adoringly in the dim candlelight during one of their fancy dinners, her chin propped up on the palm of her hand as she grinned at him.

He loved the way she poured her heart out to him, how she trusted him so much to keep her disclosed feelings close to his own heart.

He loved her boisterous laughter.

He loved her flaws, her tears, her body, her mind, her soul, her intelligence.

And now, three long years down the road since he spotted her outside the hotel, he’s still in love with her. Completely, cruelly and madly in love with her. And there’s nothing he would change about it.

I loved everything about Luhan.

I loved how he listened to me intently whenever I babbled on about whatever was on my mind on that particular night.

I loved his contented expression after a night of making love.

I loved how he gazed at me with that spark in his dark eyes whenever we were in the midst of another candlelit dinner.

I loved the way he placed his trust in my hands whenever he poured out his emotions into the open as he held me close in the depths of the night.

I loved his ugly laughter, the astonishing way his jaw practically unhinges itself whenever he opens his mouth wide and scrunches up his eyes in the midst of his giggles.

I loved his cold and calculative nature whenever it came to business matters.

I loved his weaknesses, his strengths, his body, his soul, his mind.

And now, three years down the road from when I first met him on that fateful day outside the hotel, I’m still in love with him. Completely, cruelly and madly in love with him. And there’s nothing I would change about it.

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