ENIGMA

EVENTUALLY

A few weeks ago...

The moonlight pours through the half-open curtains of her bedroom and it seeps into the skin of her bare legs that shiver slightly underneath it. Her hair fall against the ruby and silk pillow like a halo over her head. The girl's eyes darken and slowly her eyelids droop shut with crimson red flushing her cheeks.

Min-Jae breathed heavily, a sheer layer of glistening sweat forming on her body as she lay sprawled out on her bed completely naked as she calmed down after the not-so-strong orgasm she just had. Turning the incognito tab off, a sigh left her lips in exasperation. Now what?

'What a boring f*****g life,' She thought to herself as she got under the warm quilt again, placing the neon pink vibrator on the nightstand and fishing her phone out of her blazer pocket which had crumbled into a pile on her bed. She opened her Twitter account just to find a guy she could hook up with, without exposing her identity. At least a hookup would make her feel less lonely than usual plus the vibrators weren't really working now.

She blew her hair out of her face sighing multiple times when her phone lit up signaling that somebody had called her.

She checked the caller ID, it being nobody else but her beloved ex-fiance Jiwon who had gladly broken up with her not too long ago. He was obviously calling to apologize, he had tried twice before but hearing him out now wasn't worth it so she declined the call blocking his number when he tried calling again the next minute, and tried to focus on clenching-unclenching her fists.

Minjae looked up escort service numbers, something to make her feel better on nights like these. She told the person who had picked up the call a few of her preferences who further told her that she'd need to wait for about forty minutes before he'd arrive. She slipped into her robe, still in bed wiggling to get into it. Minjae stayed sprawled out on the bed till the bell of her huge empty house rang telling her that he was here.

She lazily got off the bed skipping a few stairs on the way and quickly swung the door open. The man before her was gorgeous, he smiled at her bowing his head slightly. Min-Jae bowed back inviting him inside. He, whose name she wasn't really aware of, was dressed in a leather jacket and a striped shirt underneath it. He got in kicking his shoes off and settled down on the couch while she bought him a drink to set the mood. He had a well-built body. Shoulders and chest broad along with soft, delicate facial features, almost ironically innocent of his purpose.

While pouring it, she saw him look at her ceiling and house in awe like a little kid. He certainly looked younger than her by a few years but she didn't mind as long as he was good at what he did. Minjae walked up to him and the younger boy's eyes shamelessly eyed the cut where the robe split with every step she took, hips swaying sideways & sliding against the silk robe.

"What's your name?", she asked sitting down next to him and crossing one leg over the other giving him quite the view of her thigh. He smirked slightly, understanding her intentions. He leaned back on the couch, gliding his thumb over his bottom lip as he spoke.

"Jung," he said running a hand through his brown hair. She hummed gulping her drink before swinging one leg over his legs and straddling him. He let out a breath settling his drink on the table and placing his hands on her waist. She shifted slightly in his lap, her bare wet core brushing against the fabric of his jeans making both of them moan slightly.

"You're not wearing anything underneath this?", Jung questioned in a whisper running the fabric at the side of her breasts. She nodded whimpering almost inaudibly. His rough palms harshly groped her breasts and Minjae threw her head back grinding onto him almost automatically.

"Where's your bedroom?", he asked lifting his body off the couch along with hers.

"Upstairs," she replied and Jung nodded quickly walking to the stairs. Minjae started kissing his neck and he halted midway, pushing her along the wall on the stairs. Impatience was evident in his tone as well as pupils that were wide blown and she knew she looked the same.

"Let's do it here," he suggested leaning in, to nose the scent gland of her throat. Minjae tilted her head to the side giving him access. There were no protests from her side.

She just wanted pleasure, wanted a simple life, good s*x, and money. She already had the money, all she wanted was her stress relief. There was no room for love and romance after Jiwoon in her life or so she thought, unaware of what was about to come her way.

Life had been pretty pre-planned according to Minjae. Her High-school sweetheart she got engaged to, built a whole empire out of her business, friends that stood by her side. It was going well according to her way till Jiwon made her trust crumple up into minute dust. They could've had it all but his unfaithful and toxic masculinity twisted their fate around.

Then she met him and Minjae swore on god, she had never been happier to have a twist in her life. She began to fear the fact that she could, actually, fall in love again.

Maybe not as soon, but eventually for sure.

Who knew her 'eventually' would be too late and his heart would've already moved far away from her own? Where did it all go wrong? What had she done?