*READ THE PREQUEL FIRST*
The sky was grey as the coffin shook and rattled until it tumbled down the pedestal to the ground toppling over and breaking the resident free. He tore through the old linen and squeezed himself out of it. Resin and blood co...
"I'm just setting the mood," I grin and pin her onto the car.
She smiles and wraps her arms around my neck. I brush my nose against hers, "You're so beautiful, my dear."
"Will you ever get tired of complimenting me?" She asks.
"Never," I crash my lips onto her.
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"Did we get him?" I ask.
"Yes, sir!" My secretary hands me a file, "It's this man."
"I see," I hum looking at the file and the man's picture, "Check his call history and let me know. Let's find out who this person is," I smirk.
I hear a knock on the door, "Come in."
"Mr Kim?" I hear my dear.
"Mr Kim?" I ask.
"Yes," she grins. I dismiss my secretary.
I smile, "Why?"
"We're in the office," she sits on the chair opposite to mine.
"So?"
"We should be professional," she replies.
"I see Ms Min," I say.
"That feels so weird," she laughs.
"Come here," I pat my thigh and he raises her eyebrow.
"I'm not a kid," she shakes her head
"But you're my baby," I smile.
"I thought I was your dear," she comes near me.
"You are my everything," I pull her down onto my lap.
"Why do you call me 'dear'?" She asks settling down on my lap.
"Because..." I pause nuzzling my nose in her hair, "you're very dear to me."
She hums, "Should I call you something?"
"Your wish," I reply.
"What do you like to be called?" She asks.
I think for a while, "Baby?"
"Baby?" She laughs, "Sure. Is there a reason why you want to be called baby?"
"Babies get cherished and loved. I'd love to be your baby and be spoiled by you," I kiss her cheek.
"I'll love you till you die," she giggles, "Baby."
"That feels great," I pull her back closer to my chest.
"You're so warm," she hums.
"You feel good?" I ask.
"Yes," she replies.
I lift her and move to the couch. I sit down cradling her, "You can sleep if you want."
"Don't you have work?" She asks.
"My work can wait," I kiss her forehead.
"Isn't this uncomfortable for you?" She says looking at my posture.
"No," I reply and pull her closer, "Just sleep."
"I'm not sleepy," she frowns.
"Then just stay in my arms and let me hold you," I push her head into my chest.
"So fluffy," she comments.
"What is fluffy?" I ask.
"You," she pokes my chest, "You are so fluffy."
"How?" I ask laughing.
"I don't know, you just seem so soft," she continues, "At home when you wear those loose pyjamas and sit there on the couch slurping noodles, you just look so cute I wanted to bite you."
"Bite?" I laugh harder.
"I don't know, you're cute, I want to bite," she throws her head back.
"Then do it," I kiss her neck softly.
"Can I?" She asks.
"Sir!" My secretary busts into my office.
My dear screams pushing herself off me and falls to the ground.
"What?" I stand up in anger and help my dear get off the floor, "Are you okay, dear?"
"Yes," she stands up.
"What do you want?" I ask my secretary.
"It's very important, sir!" He says breathlessly.
"Tell me," I reply.
"Can we talk alone?" He asks.
"Oh, sure," my dear exits the room even before I had the chance to stop her.
"What is it?" I ask in anger.
"Sir, you are not going to believe this!" He says,
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