Ideal Type

Her sweaty hands slid up the table as a warm gasp left her lips.

"W-what are y-you–"

Gently squeezing her ass, Wayn couldn't help but feel so satisfied, watching her all shy and flustered under him.

The fact that his slight touch could put her in such a state churned his nerves in him and he immediately turned her around making her chest meet with his hard one.

Lips almost meeting, his hot breath against her lips was enough for her thighs to rub against each other.

Jule leaned in for a kiss while her cheeks turned bright red, not being able to resist his hot touch against her cold skin.

His fingers slipped inside her shirt before they grazed over her spine making shivers go down her spine.

"M-master–!"

As she opened her mouth within her eyes, Jule's hands wrapped around his neck, waiting for him to take control over her lips like he did last night.

But before her lips could meet his, Wayn turned his head away.

With his breath heavy and loud, Wayn's heart paced fast against his chest.

But with every beat of his heart, there was another loud heartbeat joining along.

Looking down at her chest as a small frown formed on his face, Wayn's lips parted at the realization.

*Fxck, her heart*..

His finger grazed over his lips as he blinked.

*It's beating so fast*.

He hesitantly stepped back while her dozed off figure slowly leaned back, against the very table he pinned her against a while ago.

Her hair ruffling over her face, her hands slowly gripped the table behind before her eyes flickered open only to fall over him who stepped far.

Meters away, Jule still felt his hands on her body like permanent tattoos.

His chest heaved up while his red cheeks were hidden behind the long bangs on his thick and ruffly hair making her heart skip beats at the sight of his flustered face.

Silence took place between their bodies that screamed for each other as she stood there with her hands still on the table behind her.

"W…why am I called here?"

Breaking the silence, Jule looked up from the floor and he, who was standing still, finally looked towards her.

A look at her, Wayn can sense how turned on she was.

As much as he wants to tame the very tempting table behind her standing figure, Wayn wants to take it very slow.

So slow that he could remember it all.

*So I could remember all the sexy nights with her*.

His fingers clutched his pants against the side thigh of his as he blinked away from her, who looked so delicate like a pure flower.

"Ah… right.."

Said Wayn as he turned away within his body, vibrating when her eyes fell on his back

"You forgot to sign the papers."

Ruffling his hair, he walked towards the table while Jule blinked, remembering the very night she went to his office.

*Right, I wasn't okay that day*...

She bit her lip, nodding.

"Yes, I…forgot, master."

His fingers under the few files he checked, his eyes shot up towards her from the desk.

Cheeks warming up, he licked his lips as he looked away while she, who had no idea what she was doing to him just by talking, stood there with her eyes glued to the floor.

Clearing his throat, he took out the file and she turned to him with her hands intertwined in front of herself politely.

"You can call me… Chris now."

His eyes met hers and Jule let out a breath of relief before smiling.

"Thanks."

Wayn frowned as he grinned upon noticing how relieved she looked after he said that.

"What, you don't like it?"

Jule blinked vigorously before the office went quiet.

Flipping through the file, Wayn read over the words that said '**Sugar Relationship Agreement**'.

Jule chuckled as she gave a thought to what he said.

Wayn looked up, startled by her sudden chuckle before he watched her lookup.

"It's not that I have a choice…"

She muttered under her breath as Wayn froze upon hearing it.

She said it as low as possible but Wayn heard it very well.

His grip on the file loosened and Wayn cleared his throat in order to break the silence which seemed to only suffocate them.

"Ahem, so, take a seat?"

Jule looked at Wayn as Wayn gestured, making her smile but as soon as his eyes met hers, she threw that smile off of her face and sat down without wasting another second.

As he extended the file towards her on the table, Jule slowly took a grip of it.

Opening it, her eyes hesitantly moved from the file to him.

"**You can read**."

He motioned his eyes from the file to her as he slowly smiled making her body shudder.

His deep voice made her eyes immediately drop down onto the file within her heart thumping faster than ever.

3 simple words..

*Why is my heart acting as if he just touched me somewhere he shouldn't*?

*God, what is wrong with me*?

With his hands folded under his chest, he smirked as he noticed how her cute ears turned red right after what he said.

His finger grazing over his bottom lip while she slowly flipped the pages, he observed her eyes as her long eyelashes seemed to be too attractive for his eyes to not notice.

Her pouty yet so kissable lips made him lick his own before she looked up.

Noticing her eyes that fell upon his lips he was licking, Wayn straightened his leaned posture.

As she pointed at specific sentences, her eyes blinked shyly.

"U-um, what is…red room?"

Wayn froze, stunned as her doe eyes didn't seem to notice that.

Lips parting, he slammed his hands on the table, leaned forward.

"You…don't know that?"

His eyes searched for hers as Jule hesitantly bit onto her bottom lip.

Now that she heard him ask it that way, Jule couldn't help but feel so embarrassed.

*How could I not know something he thinks so of as so simple*?

She whined inside herself before she looked up.

"You do or don't?"

A nervous look away, she shook her head.

"I don't."

His pupils dilated as soon as he heard her say.

*Wow*...

His eyes slowly lowered as he thought.

*Is this really happening*?

His eyes raised to take a look at her, who looked like a robot that's been designated as per his desires.

As per his wish.

She, Jule Annah, looked too real to be his exact ideal type to he, Wayn Koln.