❝Rule number 1; never be number 2.❞
Do people always fall in love with what they c̶a̶n̶'̶t̶ shouldn't have? ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ.
Both their souls are on fire, binded to each other with the eternal flames inside. And their demons? They'll always exist, the darkne...
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Money.
It smells like money. The scent of it skips up my nose along with the strong aroma of alcohol. I was in one of those bars meant for rich people, and no, not the ones who had clean money. This was a club for mafias, the ones who had blood stains on their dollar bills, but how could I have known before entering? I had come to free up a little tension, and the next thing I knew I was near to drop dead drunk. I was never one for alcohol to be fair.
I was looking vulnerable, eyes on me like how a predator looks at it's prey. Wrong.
I was bait.
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"MEN ARE TRASH!" I yelled, slamming down my glass in annoyance. My words were slurred as hiccups escaped my mouth, a little too obvious that I had drank a little too much. Why would I do so despite knowing my tolerance for it was on the fucking floor? "Why is that?" 2 men sat next to me, trapping me in the middle.
"My boyfriend of an ENTIRE YEAR broke up with me," I pouted like a child, chugging down my entire drink. "But do you know why I'm not that upset?" I giggled, pulling both the men by their ties as I whispered in their ears:
"He wasn't good in bed anyways,"
I bursted out laughing before placing a finger on my lips, "shush though it's a secret." I warned the men jokingly, who were looking at each other with sinful thoughts, thoughts I could almost hear aloud. "So we take it you're alone?" They placed a hand on my thigh, heartbeats so loud I knew how excited they were, how aroused the sight of a vulnerable woman made them. I was about to open my mouth to answer when someone cut me off.
"She's with me."
My expression turned into a confused one as a voice from behind me spoke on my behalf. I turned around to see the owner of this voice, a tall handsome- sexy man stood there calmly, hands in his pocket as I checked him out with no shame. He looked like he was in his early thirties, but hey, who doesn't have a thing for older men?
He extended his arm for me, gesturing me to come to him. I hesitantly grabbed it, the other men releasing breaths of disappointment, but couldn't speak, this man intimidated them. I tripped over my own foot like an idiot, but I was caught in his arms. "I've got you, love" he spoke softly unlike his appearance, taking me to a completely other room as he sat me down at the edge of a bed. "What's your name?" He asked, "Byeol," I replied as he tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. "I'm Kai, Kai Walker," he spoke.
