Twisted Games(Ryeji ver)

RYUJIN[CHAPTER 14][SLIGHT M]

3 WEEKS LATER

Some people have shitty days or shitty weeks. I'd had a
shitty month.

Things between me and Yeji had been chilly since she
told me she was moving back to Eldorra, and I hated that
was how we were spending our last days together.
Our last days together.

My chest clenched at the thought, but I forced myself to
ignore it and focus on the task at hand. I was still on the
clock. We had a week left in New York. After that, I would
accompany her back to Athenberg, where I would stay
another week until her new guard fully transitioned into the
role.

We didn't know who the new guy would be yet, but I
already hated him...though not as much as I hated the guy
Yeji was dancing with right now.

We were in the VIP room of Borgia, a fancy nightclub in
downtown Manhattan, and Yeji had her arms wrapped
around the pretty-boy douche who'd been ogling her all
night. I recognized him-Kim Minho, an electronics heir
and notorious womanizer who spent the majority of his days
drinking, partying, and keeping the city's drug dealers flush
with cash. He and Yeji had attended a few of the same
events in the past.
I'd never wanted to rip his arms off until now.

A person only had to look at his face to know what kind of
thoughts were running through his mind, and they had
nothing to do with dancing. At least, not the vertical kind.

My blood burned as Yeji laughed at something Minho
said. I was positive he wasn't capable of saying anything
witty even if someone threatened to take his inheritance
away, but Yeji was also drunk. She'd already downed two
cocktails and five shots-I'd counted-and I could spot the
alcohol-induced flush on her cheeks from across the room.
She wore a sparkling silver dress that barely covered her
bottom and a pair of lethal-looking heels that transformed
her from tall to Amazonian. Tousled golden hair, long legs,
skin gleaming with a faint sheen of sweat-she was
magnificent. And not herself.

Normal Yeji would've never worn a dress like that-
not because she couldn't, but because it wasn't her style-
but she'd been acting strange since that night on the rooftop.
Wilder, less inhibited, and more prone to questionable
decisions.

Case in point: Kim Minho. She didn't like the guy. She'd
said so herself one time, and yet there she was, cozying up to
him.

He pulled her closer and slid his hand down her back to
cup her ass.

Before I knew what I was doing, I'd shoved my way across
the dance floor and clamped my hand on Minho's shoulder
tight enough he flinched and pulled back from Yeji to see
who the interloper was.

"Can I help you?" His tone dripped with disdain as he
looked me over, obviously unimpressed by my lack of
designer clothes and fancy accessories.
Tough shit. Maybe he'd be more impressed by my fist in
his face.

"Yes." I bared my teeth in a semblance of a smile.
"Remove your hands from her before I remove them for
you."

"And who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?" Minho
sneered.
The man who's about to pummel your face into a pulp.
Before I could respond, Yeji cut in.

"No one." She glared at me. "I'm fine. Go back to your post."
The hell I will.
If Yeji were anyone but my client, I'd drag her into the
bathroom, bend her over, and spank her ass raw for her
insolent tone.

Instead, I glared back at her, striving to keep my temper
under control.

She wanted to party? Fine. She wanted to give me the cold
shoulder? Fine. But over my dead body would she have
anything to do with Kim fucking Minho. The man must be
crawling with STDs.