"W-what are you doing?" I stammered, my eyes widening as he closed the distance between us. "Weren't you doing all that—biting your lips—just to get my attention? To seduce me?" His hot breath fanned against my face as he leaned in closer. I instinctively shifted back, but before I could react further, his hand wrapped firmly around my waist, pulling me impossibly close as his gaze dropped to my lips. "How about I bite them for you?" Before I could process his words, our lips met in a . It was too fast, too sudden. He started to pull away, but I couldn’t let him go. Something deep inside me clung to him, and before I knew it, I was deepening the . I didn’t understand why I couldn’t let him pull back—I only knew that I didn’t want to. ....... Klein has three talents: finding trouble, running his mouth and driving his infuriating hot yet ice-cold boss, Silvio Alvarez, completely insane. But when Silvio starts paying him unusual attention—watching him a little too closely and asking questions that feel a little too personal—Klein begins to suspect that his boss is hiding something far bigger than a bad temper. Klein is determined to crack the stone-hearted CEO. But the more he learns about Silvio, the stranger things get. His boss doesn’t just seem otherworldly—he might actually 'be' otherworldly.
더 보기— KLEIN “You were cut…” he said slowly. “So why aren’t you bleeding?” My breath caught, and my eyes widened. Had he seen that? I glanced down at my arm. Damn it. I needed to act like he was mistaken, but how could I, when my sleeve was clearly torn where the glass had cut me, yet my skin underneath was… perfectly fine? Of course, I was fine. This wasn’t unusual. Not for me. I'd witnessed this happen too many times before. But something was different. Just moments ago, when that guy had cut me, I’d felt lightheaded, almost dizzy.Simon cleared his throat dramatically, his arm still firmly wrapped around my shoulder. “Alright, boss man, I think that’s our cue to leave,” he said, flashing a fake smile at Silvio before dragging me away. "Simon, wait—" I tried to protest, but he shot me a glare.Fantastic. My so-called best friend had apparently appointed himself as my personal bodyguard and had no intention of letting me stay.“Yeah, nope, you two can have your intense, romantic
—KLEIN.I stood by the counter in the club, my eyes sweeping across the crowded space. Some people were dancing, others were in pairs, and a few were making out under the pulsating blue and red lights. Typical. This was "Neon Fever", after all. The moment I got home from work, I received a text from Simon, followed by a call, asking if I wanted to hang out. Honestly, it was the best invitation I could have hoped for, and I was beyond grateful. It had been ages since I last spent time with the guys.Tonight was supposed to be all about fun, but that plan quickly fell apart. The club was overflowing with customers, most of them drunk, which meant we had to step in and help. So much for a carefree night."You good?" Simon asked, appearing beside me. He leaned his elbow and back against the counter as we both stared ahead. Without answering, I grabbed the glass of tequila Giovanni had given me earlier, downed it in one go, and pushed the empty glass away."Giovanni is so annoying, " S
—SILVIOI sensed him before I saw him. Leaning against the doorframe like a curious child, Klein thought he was being discreet. He wasn’t. His heartbeat was steady, sharp, and fast. I shifted my focus away from the door and shot Luhnax a glare. He immediately lowered his gaze to the floor, his jaw tightening and his fists clenching. From our last conversation, I knew he was agitated about Klein’s presence, but he’d left after I assured him I had everything under control. He was confused, I knew that much, but he had no choice but to believe me. But his visit this time couldn’t have been worse. I had been changing into a new shirt when he appeared, and I saw the flicker of realization in his eyes. His gaze remained locked on the small, dark scar just below my shoulder.I quickly slipped on the shirt and turned to face him properly, “What’s the emergency?” I asked, making my way to my desk. I buttoned my shirt casually, leaving a few of the upper buttons undone.I watched as Luhna
—Klein.“Does it hurt that bad?” I winced, reaching out to touch Simon’s nose, but he slapped my hand away and shot me a glare. “You bet it does!” he snapped. I nodded, realizing how ridiculous my question was. Of course it hurt. Blood was trickling from his nose, and his left eye was already turning a faint shade of purple. I almost burst into laughter at the sight, but he was already pissed, and pushing him further wasn’t the best idea. When I got home, the last thing I expected was for Simon to jump out from behind my door like a psychopath. I’d acted on pure impulse, how was that my fault? My family had rushed into my room when I screamed, thinking something terrible had happened. But when they saw it was just Simon, they left without much concern. I mean, they weren’t surprised. This wasn’t exactly the first time something like this had happened. “You left your phone at home,” Simon grumbled, finally speaking in a less irritated tone. “I’ve been trying to reach you all da
—Klein."Too much sugar!" That made ten times. Ten fucking times I’d made coffee for Silvio Alvarez, and each time, there was something wrong with it. The first cup was too bitter, the second too hot, the third too cold. Now? I had no idea what he wanted, and frankly, I didn’t care anymore. What I did want was to lovingly smash my fist into his smug face and hear the satisfying crack of his jawbone dislocating. But was I going to do that? Of course not.“Yes, sir,” I forced out through gritted teeth, grabbing the mug and shooting him a glare before turning around and walking away.Ever since arriving at work this morning, he’d been an ass. Not that he wasn’t always an ass, though.We’d come to work together, and I’d tried to get some answers, specifically, why I’d woken up at his place and how I had even ended up there. His explanation? That I’d gone to him on my own. But that didn’t sit right with me. I had absolutely no memory of going to his house. The last thing I clearly remem
—SilvioThe loud guy was heavier than he looked. Carrying him through the quiet shallow forest and into the suburbs felt like dragging a bad decision along with me. His breathing was slow but steady, and his last words still echoed in my head."Rehire me."Of all the things to say before passing out.I entered my house, the glass walls reflecting the city lights. The temperature adjusted automatically as I stepped inside.I took him to the guest room—not that I ever had guests—and laid him on the bed, pulling the blanket over him. I stood there for a moment, just looking at him. Something felt... off. There was a faint hum in the air, like a vibration between us. He didn’t move or blink. He just lay there, oddly peaceful, though I wasn’t sure if it was because he was comfortable or just that unconscious. I turned to leave, but as soon as my hand brushed against his, something shifted again. A strange pulse, like static. Faint but noticeable. I knew that feeling, but it couldn’t be w
—Klein.It felt like I was dreaming, but the voices around me were loud and clear, though they made no sense. "I’m sorry, ma’am. I’ve never seen anything like this. Your son isn’t breathing, and we can’t feel any pulse. There’s no way to know if he’s alive or has a chance of survival. I know this is hard, but… there’s nothing we can do. We can only do the proclamation...Your son is dead."Dead? That word echoed in the darkness around me, heavy and final. I heard my mother’s voice rise sharply, shaking with disbelief and desperation. "What do you mean dead? He can’t be!"I wanted to answer, to tell her I wasn’t gone, but I couldn’t. Everything was dark. I couldn’t move, couldn’t see, couldn’t feel. Just... stiff.Wasn’t it strange? How could I be dead if I could hear them?I’m no science expert, but isn’t this the part of death where my brain has four minutes before it finally shuts down?No. Please, no.Simon owes me a couple of bucks—me dying might actually make him feel like h
—Klein. You can't be serious, you can't fire me sir!." I blurted out. After I said those words to my boss, he didn’t even look up. I opened my mouth to speak again...something, anything...when his hand slammed down on the desk. The sound snapped through the silence like a whip, and I flinched. I held myself from tearing up. Was this it? Was I really getting fired? "What did I tell you?" His voice was calm yet cold. I tried to answer, but my throat closed up. Nothing came out. Should I start explaining how I’m a ridiculously deep sleeper? That when I hit the bed, I’m out like a light, practically dead to the world? You could drop a bomb next to me, and I wouldn’t flinch. It’s just how I’m wired. Strange, maybe, but true. "Leave my presence." Calm words. Casual. As if he hadn’t just destroyed my life. My hands clenched into fists. As much as I wanted to remain calm, something inside me snapped. Before I could stop myself, I raised my hand and gave him the middle finger. A s
—Klein. I ignored Mr. Alvarez's question because, frankly, I had no idea what kind of answer he was expecting. Instead, I asked, "What are you doing in the forest?" No reply. I raised an eyebrow. Seriously? Was he ignoring me? His cold expression was obvious on his face. I swallowed the urge to tell him life wasn’t meant to be lived in a permanent state of frostbite. A bit of warmth wouldn’t kill him. "We’re not in the office, alright?. Out here, we’re just people. Friends, maybe?" I grinned and gave him a playful smack on the shoulder. His eyes sharpened like daggers, and he tilted his head slightly. "Did you just speak casually to me?" I stifled a laugh. He’s adorable. Not that I’d say it out loud and risk being killed by one of his glares. "Sorry, sir," I said, pressing my lips together to keep myself from laughing. "And thank you, by the way, for whatever magic trick you pulled. I really appreciate not getting beaten up by my chasers." He remained silent, his face
—Klein. "Actually, there’s no need to fire me...I already fired myself, you piece of unrecyclable garbage," I spat at my boss before storming out of his office, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the walls. Honestly, he’d been getting on my nerves since about 30 minutes ago when I was employed, and I’d already decided I wasn’t going to last long here. In a way, he just made it easier for me, so I suppose I should thank him for saving me the trouble. The frustration etched across his face as I left gave me a sense of satisfaction—proof that, in my own way, I’d gotten the last word. Well... My name's Klein, a freshly jobless graduate, thanks to my 'wonderful' talent for picking shitty bosses. For now, I still live with my parents under the strict agreement that I’ll move out as soon as I find a stable job. Why the arrangement, you ask? Because I’m a troublemaker, plain and simple. If you’re wondering whether this is the tenth job I’ve quit or been fired from, well… even I’v...
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