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Jennie's POV

I watched Lisa carefully, waiting for her to say yes.

She was overthinking. I could see it in the way her fingers twitched against her thigh, in the way she kept clenching her jaw. I knew this wasn't an easy offer to process, but I also knew she'd say yes.

How could she not?

Fifty thousand dollars a month. I could pay her even more if she wanted. This was nothing to me.

I wasn't even sure why I was doing this.

I told myself it was because I wanted her. Because I wanted her around. Because I liked the way she touched me, the way she ruined me.

But deep down, I knew it wasn't just about that.

Lisa intrigued me in a way no one else ever had. She was wild, unpredictable, and so frustratingly carefree. She was the complete opposite of me, yet I kept getting pulled toward her like some force I couldn't control.

I was used to being in charge. I dictated everything in my life—what I did, who I let in, how I carried myself in front of the world.

But Lisa?

Lisa made me lose control.

That night in Japan... I still couldn't believe I let it happen. That I let her happen.

And now, I was making sure she stayed in my life.

When Lisa finally exhaled and said, "Yeah. We have a deal," I felt something strange settle in my chest.

Relief?

Satisfaction?

I wasn't sure.

But what I did know was that Lisa was mine now.

I smirked slightly, leaning back into the couch. "Good."*

Lisa still looked a little dazed, like she couldn't believe she'd actually agreed to this. I didn't blame her. If someone had told me a few months ago that I'd be sitting in some tiny, cramped apartment, paying a girl to be mine, I would've laughed in their face.

But here we were.

Lisa ran a hand through her damp hair, still overthinking.

"Stop thinking so much," I said, tilting my head. "You're getting fifty thousand dollars a month just to be with me. It's not a bad deal, is it?"

Lisa scoffed, shaking her head. "You say that like it's normal."

"It is for me."

She looked at me, really looked at me, and I felt something shift in her eyes.

"You're insane," she muttered.

"And you just agreed to be mine," I countered, raising an eyebrow.

Lisa exhaled, laughing slightly under her breath. "Yeah, I guess I did."

Just when I thought everything was settled, Lisa had to go and add her own condition.

"I have this job," she started, rubbing the back of her neck. "I can't just quit it, so I need to be there once in a while. It'll take me three days."*

I frowned, immediately suspicious. "What job?"

Lisa didn't answer right away. Instead, she looked at me like she was carefully choosing her words. "Just... something I need to do."*

That wasn't an answer.

"Lisa," I pressed, narrowing my eyes. "What kind of job requires you to disappear for three days?"

She leaned back, crossing her arms, completely unfazed by my tone. "If you don't like it, we can cancel the deal."*

My fingers curled into fists.

She was testing me.

I hated that.

I wanted to argue, to demand she tell me what the hell she was hiding, but I wasn't stupid. If I pushed too hard, Lisa would walk away.

And I wasn't letting that happen.

I exhaled sharply, unclenching my fists. "Fine."*

Lisa raised an eyebrow, like she wasn't expecting me to give in so easily.

"But," I continued, voice firm, "if I ever find out you're lying to me—"

"I'm not," she cut in.

I studied her for a long moment, trying to read her expression. It was the same as always—calm, unreadable, frustrating.

Lisa was hiding something.

I just didn't know what.

For now, I'd let it go. But I wasn't forgetting about it.

"Okay," I said finally, forcing myself to relax. "You get your three days."*

Lisa nodded, like she'd won something.

I hated that, too.

I was still trying to wrap my head around everything when Lisa suddenly dropped another bomb.

"Jisoo needs to know about this deal," she said casually, like she wasn't suggesting something insane.

I snapped my eyes at her. "Why the hell would Jisoo need to know?"

"It'll make things easier," she replied, stretching her arms over the back of the couch like we weren't talking about something that could ruin my career. "Paparazzi are everywhere, Dispatch too. If Jisoo knows, at least we have someone to cover for us, drive us around, and make things less suspicious."*

I scoffed. "Are you out of your mind?"

"I think it's the smartest thing to do," Lisa said, completely unfazed by my reaction. "Unless you want to sneak around alone and risk getting caught. I don't mind, but I doubt you'd want your face plastered all over the internet with headlines about you having a secret affair with some random poor girl."*

I clenched my jaw, knowing she was right but hating it.

Jisoo was my best assistant, yes. But telling her about this arrangement? About Lisa and me? It felt too personal. Too humiliating.

"Jisoo wouldn't understand," I muttered.

"Jisoo wouldn't judge you either," Lisa countered. "She might even help if you let her."*

I shook my head. "She doesn't have to be involved. This is between you and me."*

Lisa sighed, watching me carefully. "Then tell me how we'll do this without making it obvious. If you come to my place often, people will start talking. If I go to your building, same thing. Unless you suddenly don't care about the rumors anymore."*

I pressed my lips together.

Lisa had a point.

As much as I hated to admit it, she was actually thinking ahead. I couldn't keep using my driver every time I wanted to see her, and I couldn't just walk into her building without causing a scene. Dispatch was relentless, and rumors spread like wildfire.

Jisoo being involved would make things more... manageable.

But still—

"Do you trust her?" Lisa suddenly asked.

I blinked. "What?"

"Do you trust Jisoo?" she repeated. "Because if you do, then there shouldn't be a problem. But if you don't, then I don't get why she's even your best assistant"*

I tensed at her words.

Of course, I trusted Jisoo.

But this wasn't about trust. This was about... about—

I didn't even know.

Lisa just stared at me, waiting.

I exhaled sharply. "Fine."*

Lisa tilted her head. "Fine, what?"

"Fine, we'll tell Jisoo."* The words felt strange coming out of my mouth, but I forced them anyway. "But you better pray she doesn't kill you first."*

Lisa just smirked. "I can take a punch."*

Lisa leaned back against the couch, a lazy smirk playing on her lips. "You should be thankful for Jisoo, you know."*

I raised an eyebrow. "And why is that?"

"Because if it weren't for her, we wouldn't have met."*

I scoffed. "I would've been fine not meeting you."*

Lisa chuckled, shaking her head. "You say that now, but look at where we are."* She gestured between us, her smirk deepening. "Jisoo's the real MVP here."*

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."*

Lisa laughed at my reaction, then suddenly went quiet. Her eyes softened, like she was reminiscing about something.

"You know..." she started, her voice unusually calm. "Jisoo was actually the first real friend I had when I came here."*

I frowned slightly, watching her. "What do you mean?"

Lisa sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I was a loner back then. Didn't talk to people much, just focused on surviving. I guess I had too much going on in my life to care about making friends. But then, out of nowhere, Jisoo showed up."*

"She just started talking to me, acting like we were already friends," Lisa continued, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I ignored her at first, but she never stopped. Every day, she'd say something random or make jokes until I eventually gave in and talked back."*

I listened quietly, surprised to hear this side of Lisa.

"I don't know why she did it," Lisa admitted. "Maybe she saw how pathetic I was. Maybe she just liked annoying me. But whatever it was, she didn't give up on me. And somehow... I opened up to her. Before I knew it, we were best friends."*

I stared at Lisa, taking in the rare sincerity in her expression.

Jisoo never told me about this.

I always assumed Lisa was just one of those people who made friends easily, but hearing this...

Lisa was lonely.

She never had anyone before Jisoo.

And now, here she was, opening up to me too.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked away. "Jisoo does have a way of sticking to people like glue," I muttered.

Lisa chuckled. "Yeah. She's annoying like that."*

There was a comfortable silence between us before Lisa suddenly turned to me with a teasing grin. "So? Are you gonna say it?"

I frowned. "Say what?"

"That you're thankful for Jisoo."*

I scoffed. "Not a chance."*

Lisa laughed. "Fine, be ungrateful. But deep down, I know you're thanking her."*

I crossed my arms and pretended not to hear her, but inside, I couldn't help but agree.

Maybe... just maybe... I was grateful.

Lisa was still smirking when she suddenly went quiet, her eyes darkening. Her expression shifted, amusement fading into something deeper, something intense.

I felt it immediately—the way the air between us changed.

Lisa's hands rested on my waist, firm yet relaxed, like she was just holding me there, not letting me move away.

"What if I'm the one who wants to fuck you?" Lisa's voice was lower now, almost a whisper, but it sent a jolt through my entire body. "Is it okay for me to demand it? Or do you have all the say in this?"

My breath hitched.

I wasn't expecting that.

I could feel the heat creeping up my neck, my body tensing at the way she looked at me—like she was already imagining what she'd do if I said yes.

I swallowed, trying to regain control of my thoughts, but our position wasn't helping.

I was still straddling her, my thighs caging her in as she sat back against the couch, her hands on my waist like she belonged there.

Lisa wasn't even doing anything, yet I could feel my body reacting, warmth pooling low in my stomach.

I knew this was dangerous.

I should tell her no. I should remind her that I was the one in control here, that this was my decision, not hers.

But I didn't.

I couldn't.

Lisa's fingers flexed slightly against my waist, her touch burning through the thin fabric of her oversized shirt that I had borrowed.

"Jennie?" she murmured, tilting her head, watching me closely.

I realized I hadn't answered her.

I forced myself to meet her gaze, but that only made it worse.

Lisa's eyes were dark, unreadable, filled with something I couldn't name—but I felt it.

It made my pulse quicken.

It made my skin tingle.

It made me want.

"That's not part of the deal," I finally said, but my voice came out quieter than I intended.

Lisa's lips curled into a slow smirk. "So I can't touch you unless you tell me to?"

I hated how that sounded.

Like she was pointing out how much power I had over her.

Like she was reminding me that she was willing to wait—but only because I said so.

I clenched my jaw, feeling both flustered and frustrated at the same time. "Yes."*

Lisa exhaled through her nose, amusement flickering in her eyes. "So if I wanted you right now, I'd have to sit here and wait for you to say it?"

I knew what she was doing.

She was pushing me, trying to get a reaction out of me.

And it was working.

I could feel my body betraying me, my breath unsteady, my skin hyperaware of every point where we were touching.

I should get off of her.

I should move.

But I didn't.

Lisa's fingers slowly trailed up my waist, barely touching, yet it sent shivers down my spine.

"What if I begged?" Lisa murmured, her voice dropping even lower, eyes locked onto mine. "Would you give it to me then?"

A sharp breath escaped me.

"Lisa—"

"Or what if I made you so desperate that you had to beg me?"

My stomach flipped.

I clenched my fists against my thighs, trying to keep my composure, but Lisa's smirk told me she knew she was affecting me.

Damn her.

I glared at her, trying to regain control. "That's not how this works."*

Lisa's smirk widened. "Are you sure?"

I gritted my teeth, lifting myself off of her lap slightly—only for Lisa's hands to tighten on my waist, pulling me back down.

I gasped, my body pressing flush against hers.

Lisa's lips brushed against my ear, her breath hot. "You're the one who climbed on top of me, Jennie."

I hated how good that felt.

I hated how easily she could unravel me like this.

I hated that I didn't want to move away.

"Lisa—"

"Say the word," she murmured, voice dripping with something dangerous. "And I'll give you whatever you want."*

I swallowed hard.

I couldn't think straight.

I couldn't breathe.

Lisa was giving me the control I wanted, but it didn't feel like control at all.

It felt like she was daring me to take it.

And I didn't know if I could resist.

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Narrator's POV

The room was drowning in tension, thick and suffocating—like neither of them could breathe unless they tasted each other again.

Jennie's eyes flickered between Lisa's smirking lips and her dark, teasing eyes. The way Lisa was looking at her—like she could break her with just a word—was driving Jennie insane.

And then—

Jennie snapped.

Without warning, she crashed her lips onto Lisa's, kissing her hungry, teeth clashing, tongues colliding like she'd been holding herself back for far too long.

Lisa let out a low groan against Jennie's mouth, like she had been waiting for this—like she knew Jennie would give in eventually.

Her hands gripped Jennie's thighs tightly, and in one swift motion, Lisa stood up from the couch, carrying Jennie effortlessly as if she weighed nothing.

Jennie's legs wrapped around Lisa's waist instinctively, their lips never breaking apart.

Lisa started walking toward the bedroom, her fingers digging into Jennie's skin beneath the oversized shirt Jennie was still wearing—the same shirt that belonged to Lisa.

But they didn't make it to the bed.

Halfway there, Lisa's back hit the wall, and with a sudden shift of control, she spun them around—slamming Jennie's back against the cold wall.

Jennie gasped into Lisa's mouth, the impact stealing her breath, but she didn't pull away.

If anything, it only made her kiss Lisa harder—desperate, needy, like she was trying to devour her whole.

Lisa's hands slid under Jennie's shirt, her rough fingertips brushing against soft skin.

Jennie shivered at the touch, her nails digging into Lisa's shoulders.

The fabric of the oversized shirt was the first to go—Lisa yanked it over Jennie's head in one fluid motion, leaving Jennie completely bare underneath.

Lisa froze for a second, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes roamed over Jennie's exposed body.

"Fuck..." Lisa muttered under her breath, her voice strained. "You really want this, princess?" Lisa murmured, her voice low and gravelly.

Jennie's chest rose and fell rapidly, her lips swollen and parted as she stared back at Lisa.

"Shut up and keep going," Jennie whispered, her voice breathless—half-command, half-plea.

A dark smirk tugged at Lisa's lips.

"Yes, ma'am."*

Lisa kissed Jennie hard, pushing her up against the wall.

Jennie kissed her back and Lisa moved to her neck. Jennie kept holding her.

"Jennie." Lisa moaned, grinding against her.

"Jennie I'm hard again." Lisa said desperately. "Fuck. What are you doing to me?"

Lisa kept kissing her and grinding into her because Jennie was very much reciprocating. Jennie kept clutching her closer and closer. It got to be too much so Lisa lifted Jennie up.

Jennie wrapped her legs around Lisa's waist after Lisa picked her up, Lisa pushed her into the wall again, grinding into her and kissing her full on the mouth.

Lisa felt an overwhelming need to be inside of her.

Jennie was wearing nothing down there so Lisa could feel that Jennie was wet . Lisa let out her dick and take off her boxer short and kept rubbing her dick into Jennie and Lisa felt the wetness coating Lisa.

Lisa had to ask.

Lisa still had to ask if she could even if Jennie was turned on.

Lisa barely pulled back, she kept grinding into Jennie, Lisa kept her lips close to Jennie's own as she spoke.

"Do you want this too? Do you want me like I want you right now?"

"I—Yes —Yes I want you."

"You don't want me to stop?"

"No—Please don't stop Lisa."

"You want me inside of you again?" Lisa asked.

Jennie nodded.

"Tell me Jennie Kim. Tell me you want me inside of you." Lisa was holding her cock to her entrance, circling it.

"I want you inside of me."

Lisa shoved herself inside and Jennie sheathed herself on her so quick because she was so wet.

"Fuck. You're so tight baby."

Lisa started using her grip on the back of Jennie's thighs to lift her up so she could bounce on her dick.

Jennie held on to Lisa for dear life, already trembling, she felt like she was probably leaving bruises behind with how tight her thighs were wrapped around Lisa's waist.

Lisa kept making Jennie bounce and Lisa was already close. She watched Jennie's face. Jennie's head had fallen back against the wall. She looked so good. She was moaning and her eyes were closed and her hands were holding on to Lisa's neck. It made Lisa thrust and pick her up even higher so she could ram onto her dick even harder.

"Oh—Lisa. Lisa. That feels—Oh that's so good." Jennie moan.

Lisa knew Jennie only got vocal when she was close and she wanted to witness her fall apart.

"Look at me Jennie. Open your eyes."

Lisa didn't know why she was doing this. Eye contact during sex was not something she did but something about seeing Jennie's dark and lustful eyes was turning her on.

Lisa kissed her again as she kept bouncing her and thrusting into her.

She slowed down again. Rocking her hips into Jennie sensually, deeper.

"Do you like when I do it slow Jennie?" Lisa asked.

Jennie nodded.

"Like this?" Lisa went fast and then slowed down rhythmically. "Do you like this?"

"Yes." Jennie moaned out.

Lisa had pressed their foreheads together now.

She kept looking into Jennie's eyes as she went even deeper.

"You're so warm Jennie. You feel so good around me."

Lisa rocked into Jennie faster before slowing down. Keeping that fast and slow rhythm and she knew she was driving Jennie crazy now because she was panting and making sounds that kept getting louder and louder.

"Be loud for me Jennie"

"Lis—I can't—I"

Lisa gripped her thighs harder, she pressed Jennie into the wall even more as she thrusted in as deep as she could. Slamming into her twice, as hard as she could before stroking her slowly once. Then she did it again.

"I want you to be loud."

"Oh God Lisa."

"Louder Jennie"

"I—Lisa. Lisa that feels so good."

Lisa went deep again.

"Fuck Lisa."

"Yes Jennie... That's it. Curse for me out. Be loud for me. Moan for me."

"Lisa—oh Lisa I'm so close."

"Do you like this? Do you like the way I fuck you?"

"I—Yes. I like it."

"Tell me."

"I like it Lisa."

"Tell me right."

Lisa lifted her up particularly high and slammed Jennie down so Jennie could feel Lisa even deeper inside of her.

"I—Oh—I Like the way you fuck me." Jennie moaned so loud, her voice hoarse when she said it.

Lisa lost it after that. She didn't know where the strength came from but she lifted Jennie up and down on her so fast, as fast and hard as she could.

"Fuck Jennie. I like when you have a dirty mouth. Tell me again."

"I like it."

"You like what Jennie?"

Lisa felt Jennie getting tighter on her. Jennie was about to come.

Lisa looked straight into her eyes.

"I said... you like what Jennie?"

"I like —the way—oh god — I like—I like the way you fu—fuck me."

Jennie clenched hard on her, gushing all over Lisa and Lisa came too from the sensation of Jennie's warmth and her tightness. She kept bouncing Jennie, helping her ride out her orgasm but she could barely hold Jennie up anymore because she came so hard.

"Jennie—Oh Jennie—fuck —It feels so good when you choke my dick like that. Fuck Jennie. God you feel so good. You feel so so good."

Lisa kept pumping into her, drenching Jennie in her cum. Lisa came even harder than the last time.

Lisa pushed her hard against the wall, digging as deep as she could inside of Jennie once she came down, her dick throbbing rhythmically before it finally softened.

"Holy shit." Lisa mumbled, placing her forehead on Jennie's shoulder. Jennie was trembling again and Lisa didn't really know how she was even still holding her up because she felt very weak right now.

She turned them around, sitting on the ground and laying her back against the wall.

She let Jennie keep straddling her, she stayed inside Jennie. Jennie slumped forward in exhaustion and Lisa let her, she held her in place, even moving her hand to the back of Jennie's head to make her tuck her face into Lisa's neck. They were both so exhausted from the intensity of it all.

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Fun fact about me; I tend to write when I'm sad... stress and fucked up. So here's another update people!