𝒮𝒽𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓈 𝒪𝒻 𝒴ℴ𝓊

: No strings attached :

John Solace the mayor of Texas. My father.. His bright haunting blueberry eyes, Blonde hair, very pale skin, 6'2 foot tall and strong. He pretends to be an angel so charismatic, so charming, and funny.. He's the real definition of a wolf in sheets clothing. I thought I could forget about him but I just can't. My whole life I was physically and verbally abused and my mother doesn't know what he did to me. He would do it privately when she was not around. I wasn't a bad kid at all I had good grades, I stayed to myself..I was just a quiet kid.

Soon I grew up to understand that it was not my behavior it was my skin color that they hated. They only adopted me to keep a good image for the public. My Mom is not a saint she would complain about my skin getting too dark or would sometimes straighten my hair, and put me on strict diets to keep me in shape. I hated myself for just being who I am. The shyness and the isolation were because of them. I was in an agony of shyness, and I focused on not looking at any of them, and on pretending I didn't hear any of the mean things they said. Because of them, I grew up to be incredibly insecure with myself.

Every night I always feel like he's near waiting to get a hold of me. I still have nightmares of him hurting me...again and..again...I gasped and woke up to a killer headache. I felt a loud pounding from my head and groaned from the pain. I immediately sat up and looked around this odd room. "This isn't my room." I began to notice that I was not wearing the dress I wore at the club. I trailed my hand down to my womanhood to see if I was touched or raped. I couldn't tell and I want sure if I was or not. I look at the nightstand to see a glass of orange juice and painkillers. Note saying "eat me" "drink me"

"You're up," Jimin said holding a plate with toast and a water bottle in his hands. "Did you put me to bed?" I asked not sure what happened last night. "Yes." He replied "How are you feeling?" he asked drinking his iced cold water. I honestly couldn't help but stare at his figure. He must've just got done working out. I can clearly see drips of small sweat trailing down his glazed body. His abs are so visible and hot. "Better actually, Wait you undressed me?!?" I declared pulling the sheets closer to me. "I didn't have a choice."

I rolled my eyes. "Where did you sleep?" He points at the bed. "Did we-." Jimin immediately cut me off. "No, I'm not like that." I sighed in relief. "So we just slept then?" Thank god we didn't do anything we would regret. "Here you need to eat?" He said handing me the toast that was lather with strawberry jam. "I'll have someone pick up some clothes."

Jimin then sat on the bed next to me. "What was on your phone that made you faint? Was it someone you know? Did someone threaten you?" He asked which made my stomach drop nervously. I glanced down "Nothing important..why do you care?." Jimin did not take that for an answer. "Don't play me for stupid. it's my business if you're in my penthouse. Why do I care? What I do care is that you had some puke on my suit too."

"Not my problem Mr. I always get what I want asshole." Jimin wanted to chuckle but kept calm. "All of a sudden u got a dirty mouth, I can clean that for you." I was confused as to what he said. "What do you mean by that?" I bite the inside of my cheek. "I think you know. Who is this and where is the timid Aniya."

"Whatever. You didn't have to do that Jimin." Before taking another bite he said. "Yes I did, you had thrown up on your dress."

"You put yourself a risk last night." He said trying not to look too resentful. "I know." I looked down not making eye contact. "If you were mine, you wouldn't be able to sit down for a week." He said climbing on the bed to me. "Mmh?" He wiped the strawberry jam off my lips with his thumb and licked it. He stared at my stunned expression. Jimin then took a big bite of my toast almost eating the whole damn thing.