“How dare you show up here?!”
Jiwoo's high pitched voice echoed through the huge building's entrance.
Everything stopped for a while. The course of time. The secretaries answering to the phone. The building security guards. Jiwoo's own bodyguards. The innocent people that were at the wrong place the wrong time.
Everything pointed to one thing: a woman's laughing mischievous eyes.
“Is this how the terrible Choi Jiwoo welcomes guests?” the mysterious woman asked with what seemed amusement.
Jiwoo's cute cheeks turned red. She was boiling.
“Amongst all people I despite you're the last I would want to see, Kim Dahyun” she spat with her most venomous tone.
The half-dozen bodyguards surrounding Jiwoo shivered imperceptibly. They knew their boss. She was as cute as dangerous.
If they were able to speak they would all have collectively agreed to be somewhere else, anywhere else. And the few handymen standing behind Kim Dahyun couldn't agree more.
In fact the only person that remained unbothered and slightly amused was the said Kim Dahyun.
“Even for business talk ?”
Jiwoo didn't liked this question. She hated it. Because now she was trapped.
Her dad taught her everything. How to survive in this world. How to make her place. That's how she made her empire. With strict discipline.
She couldn't quite ignore an opportunity even if it comes from that girl.
The short-haired blonde girl took a step forward, her index finger pointing at Dahyun menacingly.
“I warn you bitch” she articulated. Oh fuck. Now everything was compromised. Or not ? The bodyguards surrounding the two boss-lady might have tensed even more but not Kim Dahyun. She took the insult quite positively, her annoying little smirk widening.
So Jiwoo continued her warning : “If you try to mess with me, fuck with me or whatever Dahyunerie you have in your sleeve, I'll kill you !”
She had no idea how wrong she was about Dahyun's intentions.
A natural silence fell on the little group.
Around them life continued like nothing happened.
The building might be part of Jiwoo's empire, normal people still have their own business to mind.
Slowly, gradually, each cog came back to its rightful place. But not for Choi Jiwoo who was staring at a ghost of her past. Her eyes were casting thunder.
Dahyun was the first to break the silence.
“So are we negotiating here ? Don’t you have an office to invite me, Jiwoo ?”
She might have been mad or feel offended after Jiwoo just insulted her but her tone was calm, unflappable and Jiwoo absolutely hated how she pronounced her name. With… tenderness ?
“Don’t tell me what to do. And it’s Miss Choi for you” she hissed between her clenched teeth.
Dahyun raised an eyebrow in surprise and the corners of her mouth tugged as she suppressed an amused smile.
She would have loved to tease Jiwoo even more but the poor girl looked tensed enough.
“There’s conditions” Jiwoo announced. “First of all you leave your little puppets out of my building”
She thought Dahyun might want to protest or negotiate but the girl simply gestured toward her men and they left, leaving her alone inside the enemy's nest.
“Anything else ?”
Jiwoo should have been pleased by her compliance but she felt even more irritated instead.
“Follow me” she said abruptly, turning on her heels.
Jiwoo’s bodyguards let Dahyun follow their boss inside the building before walking behind them obediently.
The short haired blonde woman guided her enemy to an imposing elevator.
They all collectively stepped inside without a word, the bodyguards forming a protective wall around the two women.
Eight people went up at the peaceful rhythm of the elevator.
Dahyun was surrounded by enemies, alone, trapped. It reminded her of a movie.
“Hail Choi-ya” she whispered softly.
Jiwoo heard that and glared at her.
Behind them the bodyguards tried their best not to laugh and get fired.
The elevator stopped at the 38th floor exactly and Jiwoo leaded the way to her big office.
Everything was made to show who the boss was.
The blonde woman vaguely gestured to her guest to take a seat while she herself took place on her leather throne on the other side of the desk.
Two bodyguards waited outside, framing the door, while two other waited behind Jiwoo and the two last behind Dahyun. Now she felt really trapped.
If things turned wrong she could have jumped through the huge bay window that offered a breathtaking view over the city, it would be simpler than going through all this security.
“So what do you want, Kim Dahyun?” Jiwoo asked with her coldest tone.
The said Dahyun was a bit saddened by Jiwoo’s way of treating her.
“My friends calls me differently” she explained in a soft voice.
“I don’t care, we are not friends” Jiwoo immediately fired back, switching between ice and fire faster than the song.
“We used to...”
“We are not FUCKING friends !” Jiwoo shouted, standing up abruptly and slamming the wooden desk in anger.
A strange silence felt on the scene playing in the office, Jiwoo’s voice echoing through the empty hallway.
The mafia boss slowly sat back in her chair, suddenly self-conscious about going too far on a dangerous path of anger.
She glanced at Dahyun’s figure who hasn’t moved by a centimeter.
Her eyes met hers and what she saw inside pained her, vividly reviving painful memories she has long ago buried under a colossal amount of non-resolved problems.
“Everyone out” Jiwoo blew. Her voice was weaker but every occupant of the office heard her in the heavy silence.
The bodyguards exchanged glances. They hesitated. They have to obey their mistress but in the other hand they have to protect her at all cost. What if things turned wrong with that strange Kim Dahyun ? And what kind of relationship could they possibly have had ?
“But… Madam...” one of the men protested as he was trying to do his job the best he could.
“I said everyone out. Now” Jiwoo insisted with authority.
Slowly they all slipped out of the office.
What Jiwoo didn’t anticipated was Dahyun standing up too.
“Not you !” Jiwoo said with irritation.
Dahyun sat back, suppressing a little smile on her face. Did she did that on purpose ?
“The door ! Do I have to close it myself ?” Jiwoo shouted to the bodyguards waiting on the hallway. They expected to keep an eye on their adamant boss. Missed.
Finally they closed the door, leaving the two women alone.
The ladies eyes crossed ways.
There was so much to say but now that they were alone no words came out.
Dahyun be the first to break the silence. She was always the one taking the first step.
“Jiwoo...” she blew, tenderness in her voice.
“Dahyun...” Jiwoo answered simply, like pronouncing her name could resolve all their unspoken issues.
“Stella” the woman corrected softly.
“Who cares ?”
“I do care” Stella explained patiently like she was talking to a child.
Jiwoo rolled her eyes but didn’t had anything.
Once again the silence. And once again Stella broke it.
“I like what you did with your hair” she complimented softly.
“Are we seriously gonna talk about my hair ?” Jiwoo asked with irritation.
“What’s wrong ?” Stella inquired, a bit taken aback by her abrupts switches of humor.
“You abandoned me, that’s what’s wrong !” Jiwoo shouted like she couldn’t refrain it any longer.
Here we finally fucking go.
The heart of the problem. The crystallization of all Jiwoo’s insecurities.
“We were like 6 or 7...” Stella tried to defend herself.
“And ?”
“It’s been like 15 years...”
“16 years and 83 days” Jiwoo corrected automatically.
Her answer was too sudden, there was no way she could have bluffed that.
“Did you… did you count them all ?”
“Every fucking day since you abandoned me that day” Jiwoo confirmed, suddenly finding the wood of her desk very conducive to contemplation.
“ Jiwoo… I was a kid. My parents decided to move on the other side of the world, what should I have done?” Stella inquired in a soft pained voice.
“You should have left your stupid Canada and swim all the way toward me !” Jiwoo vividly fired back, her voice rising into higher notes.
Her answer was so childish and selfish that Stella couldn’t suppress a nervous laugh.
“What’s so funny ?” Jiwoo asked with venom in her voice.
“ Why are you so stubborn ?”
This time it was too much for the poor woman. Everything she had built all these years, the armor, the shell, the walls to keep her emotionally away from the others, everything shattered.
“Because, bitch, you broke my heart !” Jiwoo screamed, jumping on her feet without realizing.
A single tear dropped from her left eye before Jiwoo turned around and faced the bay window.
She looked at the city without really seeing it.
Everything down under was supposed to be part of her empire, the buildings, the streets, the peoples, but in that moment she never felt more lonely.
The silence after her unwanted confession was so loud Jiwoo didn’t heard Stella’s chair scrape across the floor.
On the other hand she could clearly feel Stella's arms wrapping around her and her chin rest over her shoulder.
“Wha...what are you doing ?” Jiwoo gasped in shock.
“Hugging you” Stella explained it as simply as possible.
“Why ?”
“Because I want too”
Jiwoo clung desperately to those hands that held her firmly yet tenderly.
Stella’s closeness made Jiwoo realize how wonderful she smelled. She haven’t paid attention before as she was entirely focused on how she as suffered and not realized Stella might have suffered too.
“ Still… you abandoned me”
“ I’m sorry Jiwoo”
Those words. Oh those words. She had dreamed of hearing them so many times it felt unreal.
“ Liar” Jiwoo said softly.
“ Look at me”
The blonde woman turned around in the arms of her enemy ? Friend ? Anything else ? She had no idea what they where now. Everything was confused.
She thought Stella would justify her position with words and she was ready to fight again, just to have the pleasure to hear her apologize again.
However she wasn't ready to feel her lips suddenly crash against hers.
Jiwoo was so surprised she didn’t even answered Stella’s kiss.
“ You’re so bad at this” Stella gently mocked her.
“ I wasn’t ready !” Jiwoo protested
The Canadian girl chuckled.
“Let’s do it again then. Ready ?”
Jiwoo nervously nodded. She had no idea what was happening. It just felt pleasant.
Stella cupped her cheeks and kissed her again.
Jiwoo focused entirely on doing better than the first time.
Those lips. Oh those lips. Those soft lips on hers.
Of course she had already kissed peoples before but it felt better than anything she has ever experienced.
After a timeless moment they finally broke apart. Stella rested her forehead against Jiwoo’s.
“ I’m sorry” she murmured again.
“ It wasn’t that bad” Jiwoo teased her with a rare little smile.
“ No… I mean… for everything”
It was impressive the power a few apologizes and attention held. Jiwoo’s heart was already healing.
“ That’s okay dummy. Kiss me again”
Stella obliged.
They kissed again and again and again, like they weren’t able to let go of the other after being separated for so long.
Their bodies moved on their own, leading them to Jiwoo’s big desk.
Stella pushed Jiwoo on the wooden desk and found her rightful place between her legs.
“Stella” Jiwoo gasped, hanging to her nape.
“Say it”
“I want you” the blonde girl confessed, her cheeks turning red.
The temperature in the office had rose for a few degrees. The mad Jiwoo was long gone, abandoning herself to her lover’s attention.
“Everything for my mafia queen” Stella teased with a grin.
Jiwoo rolled her eyes in annoyance but Stella’s hands on her body quickly caught all her attention again.
She was so soft, caressing her with so much passion it drove Jiwoo crazy.
Stella’s tongue began a frantic dance with her partner, Jiwoo’s tongue.
To her surprise the blonde girl wasn’t giving up easily. She’s got that ‘break me please’ kind of vibe that made the challenge even more exciting.
With haste she pulled up Jiwoo’s top, leaving her in a pinkish checkered bra.
“How cute” Stella commented with a slightly lower voice that betrayed her appreciation.
“I didn’t really planned to have sex with my enemy when I dressed up this morning” Jiwoo panted moaningly.
“What about having sex with your childhood friend ?”
“Sounds worst”
They laughed in unison.
It doesn’t stop Stella’s exploration of Jiwoo’s body, hers palms dancing on her pale skin.
“You deserve a punishment”
“What kind of puni- HAN !” Jiwoo squealed uncontrollably.
Stella had expertly unclasped her bra and attacked her perky breasts, pinching her sensible nipples.
She doesn’t stop here. Her mouth joined the festival.
She sucked on her nipples alternatively, making Jiwoo lose her mind.
“Oh my god !” she screamed frantically.
“You can call me Stella” the Canadian girl teased her with a huge smile.
The relentless assault continued, reducing Jiwoo to a moaning mess.
Jiwoo’s needy body brushed against Stella’s one between her legs, her pussy clenching around nothing.
“Stella… I want more…” she pleaded.
“Oh yeah ? Do you think you deserve it ?”
“Please, I need it !” she begged.
Despite her teasing Stella was already unbuttoning Jiwoo’s pants, pulling the useless piece of clothing down her long slender legs.
Jiwoo kicked her shoes out and her pants followed the same destiny.
Now she was only wearing pink panties that made Stella’s hungry smile grow wider. She was starving.
“You’re gorgeous, you know that ?” Stella complimented her.
The blonde girl leaned closer and captured her lover’s lips.
They exchanged saliva until she felt Stella’s fingers slip inside her panties and caress her intimacy.
“Oh FUCK !” Jiwoo shouted loudly.
“Everybody’s gonna hear that” Stella warned her.
“I don’t fucking care, make me feel good !”
Stella’s smile has never been so wide.
She slipped a finger inside Jiwoo’s drenched pussy, earning new moans of pleasure.
Her assault continued for several minutes.
Stella played with Jiwoo like she new exactly what would please her.
She added fingers, withdrew them, caressed, pushed, pinched, explored and every single action drew Jiwoo closer to the edge.
But at the exact moment she though she was gonna explode Stella stopped everything, denying her orgasm.
“Why did you stop ?” Jiwoo asked out of frustration.
Stella didn’t answer. Not immediately.
She pushed her fingers inside Jiwoo’s mouth. The exact fingers that were inside her cunt a few seconds earlier.
Jiwoo licked her own juices obediently.
The Canadian girl locked eyes with her lover.
“I’m the boss now” she announced, almost coldly.
“Wha… what ?” Jiwoo asked out of confusion.
“You insulted me twice. I’m gonna make you pay for that. You’re gonna cum when I decide”
Jiwoo’s eyes flashed in a mix of terror and neediness.
She was too vulnerable now. Stella pushed her too close to heaven to give up now.
“Please… I’ll be a good girl but please let me cum” she pleaded shamelessly.
“When I decide” Stella repeated.
She got rid of Jiwoo’s useless drenched panties.
The blonde woman tensed in anticipation. She was entirely naked now and she was confused about Stella’s intentions.
The dominant woman leaned on, making Jiwoo lay bare on the wooden desk.
“Relax baby, I promise you’ll love it”
Stella forced Jiwoo to part her leg wider.
This time she didn’t use her fingers.
“Fuck ! Stella !” Jiwoo screamed when she felt her mouth on her wet pussy.
She wasn’t less skilled with her tongue. It’s like she had done this all her life.
Stella licked her intimacy while caressing her thighs.
Jiwoo ascended even faster than before. She was so sensitive.
“Oh… fuck… Stella… FUCK ! Please !” she screamed in a pleading voice.
“You really need to cum, don’t you ?” Stella teased.
“Yes ! Fuck yes ! Please let me !” Jiwoo begged, losing her mind being edged like that.
Stella continued to torture her a bit longer, caressing and licking, marking her forever as her possession.
“Then cum, you dirty little slut”
The words didn’t even reach Jiwoo’s brain she was already exploding, her nails scratching the desk.
Her divine nectar flowed freely on Stella’s tongue and she gladly lapped every single drop of it.
Jiwoo laid there on her desk, gasping for breath after her explosive orgasm.
“You didn’t have to go this hard” she scolded Stella.
“I know but you’re so cute when you let everything go. You should try more often”
Stella was already adjusting her clothes.
“You’re leaving already ?” Jiwoo asked
“As much as I’d love to play longer with you, baby, I have things to do.”
Jiwoo looked disappointed.
Stella might have catch her sad look because she leaned over her body and kissed her passionately.
“You should dress. I don’t want your bodyguards to see you completely naked.” she teased, handing her her bra and panties.
A few moments later Stella was heading her way to the door while Jiwoo finished adjusting her clothes like nothing happened.
“Stella ?” Jiwoo called.
“Mh ?”
“Why where you here in the first place ? You know, the business inquiry.”
Stella smiled. “I don’t know. Maybe we should meet up another time to discuss it.”
And she opened the door.
Behind it there was six bodyguards with the same guilty look on their face of those who’s heard their boss scream her lungs out having the time of her life.
“Gentlemen” Stella greeted them before heading to the elevator with a little smirk on her cute face.
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