Rich Shark Reading W*****n

• Chicago●

She's not the usual type with ponytails 

Spouting lovely and narrating puny tales

Holding booze, whip, taking a naughty sip

Seductively cooking, stirring the mushroom tip

Morning cuddles, groping her pouched cream 

Squeezing, adding the sizzle salty stream

The click sound of the keyboard stopped at once when the glowing screen showed the words inscribed on the 'word page.' 

A pair of dazzling hazel orbs was fixated on the screen, diligence was clearly visible as the owner of those honey eyes seemed restless. Anxious expressions were dancing naked on her gorgeous facial features making her seem every man's desired damsel in distress, whom he would willingly save even if jumping into the fire was an option.

"What should I put next? What should I put next, uh?"

The soft upper pink lip was sandwiched between teeth while the whisper echoed in the silent room. Her repeated self questioning made it evident that she was having some trouble in making a particular decision, which seemed to hold some importance for her.

The tapping of the right foot on the wooden floor produced a continuous and dignified noise, while the chocolate colored hair strands had already struggled their way out of the bun. The lamp peeking at her with a brightly beaming 'face' was secretly watching her and admiring the determination regarding her work.

Chasing the dreams is not easy but diligence makes it possible in no time. But perhaps that was not the case with the lady, because she was not worried about the readers, well, she only had a bunch of people who were actually buying her webtoons.

"Should I take this poem further and write a smut scene?"

The feminine voice of the typing person reverberated again in a barely audible whisper, clearly the woman was doing a self talking regarding something she was typing on the screen.

Serene night time was probably not for additional work, definitely not for the people who were already doing nine to five jobs. Possibly that was also not the case with the woman.

This time she bit her lower lip gently while her hands hovered over the keypad, the laptop was placed on her thighs while the woman sat comfortably on the bed. Switching her position was a wise decision after spending hours on the chair, as her back seemed to ache terribly now.

The hour of midnight when everyone shut their door and drifted into a sound sleep after all the exhaustion of work, the woman was still wide awake and typing on the laptop pouring her full concentration. 

But was it actually an important work and worth to miss a night's sleep? Definitely writing a sex scene might not be considered as a big deal. 

"Argh! What should I do? This is driving me crazy."

The woman groaned in irritation, clicked the backspace button and shut the page which got saved in the drafts, placing the laptop on the side of the bed with a thump she spread her tired body like a slimy snail.

While the glowing screen showed the title of her so called important work "Abducting the mafia romance author" written in bold and italics rested on the top of the page, while the lady's name was typed in lower font below the page which read as "Aysel Saat." 

Moments passed by silently as the ticking of the clock was continuously dragging her towards an unexpected fate. Writing the particular ebook she must have not known that each and every word she would narrate, would write her own fate which was totally unexpected. 

"Let's read comments." 

Aysel averted her eyes and cast a look at the laptop which mocked the lady for her continuous struggle in the webtoon world, which was failing every single trial but it did not stop her to leave the passion because a handful of readers were still supporting her throughout. 

The lady pulled the laptop and rolled over on her flat tummy as she opened the comment section with a not so energetic expression. Knowing that there would not be any good comments worth reading, thus she did not keep her hopes high as usual. Though it had bothered her in the beginning but perhaps getting used to a certain thought lowers the ache.

"Oh? What is this?"

Aysel's hazel orbs grew wider upon seeing the so-called rain of ten comments. Unnaturally her inbox was flowing for the first time, that she did not know how to respond. Happiness or shock?

"Whoa! Where did they come from?"

The lady scrolled down and read the whole ten comments which clearly hinted at some great fan, although the subscriptions of her ebook did not increase and those readers were old fans. 

~ Whoa! This is so good. Though the protagonist seems feminine. 

~ Author should give us a smut scene next. XOXO

~ The art is wonderful and breathtaking. 

~ There must have been a great sex drive in next chapter.

And so on…

"Should I really type a smut scene next? Would it be appropriate to show the character as such?"

The author got confused whether she should proceed with her plan or not, though the comments stirred an excitement within her to write the next as the bunch of readers wished to. 

"Ugh! Let's figure it out tomorrow morning."

Of course, it was already enough for the night because the 'beloved' author had to check in sharp at eight o'clock at her office_ Enrique Corp.

She shut her laptop and rolled over the back, throwing head on the pillow. No doubt she required a nice sleep to recharge herself for next morning, but no kind of exhaustion could refrain her from pursuing the dream of becoming a webtoonist. 

• On other side of the picture●

A man was sitting in front of his Macbook with an intent stare darted on the glowing screen.

"Uh? What's this, there are ten comments in a single day?"

His sharp flickering silver eyes inspected every single comment done on the work.

"No wonder they all arrived out of the mouse holes when the sex scene approached, pathetic perverts!"

The man's expression grimaced with disgust as soon he read the people demanding a good scenario.

"I wonder how she is going to depict me. Mm, it seems she is not going to update today."

The person glanced at the above bar to look at the time, although his conclusion was accurate that the author was definitely not going to update.

Well, perhaps he was among her fans but was a silent reader. 

A person who had been buying all her previous flopped works and appreciating them. Though rarely commented.

"Mm."

The man powered off his Macbook and threw it on the side, a brief mischievous smile appeared on his lips. No doubt he was eager to read how his favourite author had depicted him.

The mafia king who had abducted the heroine and was about to have sex with her, the next episode of "Abducting The Mafia Romance Author" was going to release tomorrow.

The author Aysel Saat was going to write the fates of the characters, and the depiction would definitely affect her own fate!

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A man clad in designer black suit which was contrasted with a ash grey striped shirt with a high neckline, was plopped comfortably in the swiveled leather chair and radiated a dangerous aura.

The man had an austere, stern expression worn over his handsome face which added a charismatic look to his appearance. He seemed to be an aristocratic figure with greater influence because the way his fingers were interlaced with each other and rested on the table, he represented some authoritative example. 

A jury of secretaries and head staff members was called out to the cabin and every single person was inwardly praying with an outwardly shivering, well of course they had incurred the wrath of Lucifer unknowingly. 

With their peeking orbs and heads lowered they all were lined up in the middle of the vast cabin, hands wet and temples getting drenched in cold sweat; perhaps the coldest chill coming from the air conditioner was more dangerous than a warm gush of anger unleashed. 

No one had the temerity to utter anything let alone present an explanation regarding the 'unknown sin' because the triple E boss was not in a good mood since the morning.

Frequent touch to his moustaches and curling the edges was just among such signs showing that the great master's body language was indicating to keep distance. Although a deadly scowl accompanying his silver sharp eagle eyes had always felt like a blow of fireball from hell.

A man in his thirties halted close to him and daringly shoved the iPad in front of his master's eyes, the master seemed to have a 'paralyzed face' as no expression or color graced his handsome face rather he just bothered to land his silver greyish orbs onto the screen, which showed a red graph chart with irregular pattern indicating some matter of great importance.

'These fools!'

Ekai Enzo Enrique, the CEO of the Enrique Corp did not bother to hold the iPad from slightly shaking the hands of his right hand man, who was trying hard not to shiver as it will only cause inconvenience to his master who had honoured the iPad with his merciful gaze.

Despite endless efforts the chief head's hand was shaking that even his teeth were clattering in those cold gusts of breeze, which had the capacity to freeze his warm running blood in the veins due to fright and the possible imagination of the consequences of his daring attempt. 

Ekai threw his back against the chair and lifted his lifeless orbs towards the bold man, sending a shiver down his spine that he realized the blunder immediately. But of course, there was no turning back and mercy. 

"Leave."

A magnetic voice resonated in the grimly silent room that even small hair on the employees' bodies rose up, they all had expected a scolding that a sharp inhaling sound simultaneously echoed with Ekai's voice.

"Y- yes, boss?"

The man's voice was dripping utter disbelief as his eyes reflexively travelled towards Ekai, who did not bother to cast a look at him.

No wonder everyone was in a daze after hearing the lenient statement because Ekai Enzo was definitely not a man to let go of blunders, though he had summoned them without prior notice and then ordered them to go back to their seats.

The man averted his stare and signalled the other staff members to take their leave before the big boss could change his mind. The glass door got shut as soon as everyone hurried out of the hell's courtroom, leaving the boss all alone with his wandering thoughts which were revolving around one thing. 

'Come on! Why is she taking so long to write a hot sex scene?'

His utter curiosity and sadness was just one thing, to read the sex scene his favourite webtoonist was supposed to update early in the morning. 

Ekai detached his back from the chair and lunged towards the laptop which he had checked numerous times in the past thirty minutes. 

Meanwhile on the doorsteps of the Enrique Corp a woman wearing a box pleated black skirt and orange shirt entered sneakily yet her gait was clearly indicating that she was running late.

The woman ran in her high heels which clacked against the marbled floor towards the elevator, while her chocolate brown hair strands were enjoying a swim in sweat around the temples. 

"Fuck! This is the first time boss has visited the company and I have gotten late."

Aysel Saat hurried towards the arcade barely managing her handbag which was hung on her right shoulder. 

The door of the elevator opened and a figure emerged from those four composed walls, as Aysel gasped at the heavenly godly person who was standing in front of her; comparatively her disheveled state the smirking man had an utter sense in fashion.

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~ Author's Note:

Every chapter is having 2K word count including locked ones too. 

But if you're reading this story in March 2021 please wait for a little bit before opening the locked chapters. Editing is going on and I'm replacing the chapters and altering the pace.

There are higher chances if you unlock and get a repeated chapter. I won't be responsible for your blunder then. 

As an avid reader myself I'll honestly suggest to read locked chapters by the end of March. Possibly after 25th.

Apologies for the inconvenience.