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"Hm, what was that about?" I asked, as he sat down in front of me. "Like I said, just work." He tells me, "Do you enjoy wine?" He asks, and I nod glancing down at the white cloth on the table, "Lia, you've gone silent." He remarks, "Sorry, would you excuse me?" I said, standing and walking away.

I found a waitress, "Hello, can you direct me to the bathroom?" I asked, and she was about to respond but another voice beat her to it, "No need to trouble you, I'll show her." Jungkook's voice said from over my shoulder.

"I'm fine, thank you-" I began, but his hand pressed on my lower back, "Just do as I say." He murmurs, pushing me slightly forward. My jaw tightens as I allow him to direct me to the bathroom. Once we reach it I thought he'd leave me alone but I was wrong, and underestimated the limits of this man. "Mr Shim?" He scoffs, pushing me into the disabled bathroom and locking the door. "Unlock it." I demand, but he leans against it and folds his arms. "You have no right to sabotage my date-"

"Your date?" He repeats, running his tongue over his lips as he stares at me confused, "Is this your definition of moving on?"

"I've already moved on." I state, stepping closer toward him, "Ares is a gentleman, unlike you."

"Was I not sweet enough to you?" He asked, pressing his chest against me. I moved back and he caged me against the sink, "Move-" I said, heat travelling up to my neck as his breath fanned my face, "He wouldn't even know what to do with you if you gave him the chance." He murmured, running his nose along my neck.

"You're so disrespectful!" I scoffed, budging his shoulder. He straightened his posture and towered over me, "You will leave me alone from now on. Understood?" I said, stepping past him and grabbing the door handle, "We'll see how much you enjoy this little date." He instead replies and I walk out, rubbing my neck.

There was this weird feeling in my stomach.

I approach Ares and he stands, "I'm sorry to have wasted such a beautiful arrangement, but is it okay if we go home- I'm feeling ill." I told him and his face filled with worry. "Lia, are you alright?" He asks, rubbing my arm. "I-I'd just like to leave, thanks." I replied and he nodded, picking up his coat.

His fingers intertwined with mine and I caught a glimpse of Jungkook's gaze on our hands as he walked out the bathroom. "Do you need a doctor?" Ares asked, as we finally entered the open, cool air. I inhaled, it felt so fresh.

"No, I just felt at unease in there." I sighed, and he opened the car door. I sat in and waited for him.
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The car ride was quiet and I felt guilty the whole way back home. "The kids might be asleep, can we go to yours?" I asked, and he nodded, turning onto another road.

"I'll make you some homemade soup." He tells me and I smile, "Thank you."

When we reach his home I take off my shoes and watch him lock the door, "I wanted to apologise again for ruining our date." I said, following him into the kitchen, "You didn't ruin anything." He says, softly. I leant on the counter and watched him roll up his sleeves to his elbows. His arms were veiny and muscular and the gel in his hair had worn out, giving him a messy look. This man was attractive, I had to admit that.

He then catches me staring and smiles, "Lienna loves my soup." He says, opening the fridge. "Do you make it for her when she's sick?" I asked, tilting my head. He nods, moving to the mini radio beside the glasses, "Do you mind?" He asks and I shake my head, "No, not at all." I answered and he played soft music.

"Oh, I should help." I said, moving closer to where he was stood. "I can wash the veggies." I suggested and go to grab them when he holds my wrist, "You're not feeling well." He says, his eyes flickering down to mine, "Yes, but I can't just watch you cook by yourself." I argued, and he pulled me away from the counter.

"Stay here, and watch." He says, holding my hips and hoisting me up onto the kitchen island. I instantly grabbed his shoulders he stood between my parted legs. He then released my hips and, in a slow manner, ran his fingers down my thighs till the hem of my dress.

I went quiet. He was stood straight, his chest eye level with me as his hands gently caressed my sensitive skin. "This dress doesn't seem like you." He murmurs, still touching me. His mouth then lowers to my cheeks where his lips hover, "You shouldn't need to change yourself  to impress anyone. You're already as perfect." He says, placing a kiss there.

My lips twitched and I quickly tilt my head up for his mouth to collide with my own. The kiss was short before I pulled away, embarrassed. "Sorry." I muttered, and he waited a few seconds before grabbing my face and re-connecting our lips.

A sound left my lips as I fell back a bit before his hand pressed on the small of my back, holding me up. My fingers ran up his neck and into his soft short black hair where I tugged on them. He groaned in response and dragged his hand further down my back, pressing me more into him. His belt rubbed on my underwear as my dress rose up and my back arched.
"You're so beautiful like this." He breathes, lifting my thigh against his waist and slowly thrusting his bulge between my legs. "Ares.." I moaned, when feeling his tongue draw circles all over my throat and shoulders.

I reached behind for my zipper and was about to pull it down when his hand clamped over mine. "As much as I'd love to see what's under this dress, we should wait." He said, kissing up my neck.

I released my zipper.

I laughed nervously. It felt like a subtle rejection.

He pulled his hand out from under my dress, but my eyes flickered down to the tent in his trousers. He sighed and rubbed his palm over his face and into his hair. "Soup?" I smiled, and the corner of his lips curved up.