2 |2| In which, a little about them
|2| In which, a little about them
A continuously ringing of phone heard in his room, everything was a huge mess, lots of laundries which has to be done strewn here and there waiting to get pick up and clean, but who cares?
It wasn't just that was messy his dressing table should get one best look, hairbrush just threw like that, cap of perfume bottle nowhere to be found, cosmetics, watch, car key, wallet on the nightstand seated not in a good way, basketball in the exact way of the door as to if someone opens the door should fall on their face first, a hand comes out of the duvet in search of the phone. He tries searching below the pillow then stretching his hand more he looked at the nightstand, he groaned and rollover at the other side of the bed where he got his hands on the phone.
" C'mon man get up, its two in the noon! You gotta flight to catch at 4 " He has to pull the phone away from his ear as to save his eardrum to get torn cause his friend got the energy of the horse so he has to spend it to scream at his friend.
" Thanks for the reminder" he replied to his friend in his groggy voice.
"Wait, you tell me did you packed already?" At the very non-obvious question of his friend, his lips form a very good shape of 'o'.
"I knew that you are one hell of a friend, who gives nothing but trouble"
" sorry " it was replied in a very small voice as a kid who got an earful from his momma but wasn't the situation here the same but that role of momma was played by his friend and he got a good earful.
In no time, he was out of the shower drying his hair off. A small grin formed on his lips when he heard his doorbell rang, he knew his friend is already at the door, he walked up to the door only to find his friend standing outside with a great annoyed look on his face.
His friend sighed looking at him, who had a towel around his torso, at least his friend expected him in decent clothes.
"I dunno Mike!! Who's gonna take care of you in NYC!"
" I'm not a baby, I don't need anyone to take care of me," said male rolled his eyes at his friend. He watched his friend pulling out a luggage bag and zipping it open.
"As if you aren't one, C'mon get ready fast!" His friend started throwing clothes without folding them from the wardrobe into the bag.
He hastily started wearing clothes which were thrown at his face by his friend. Both finally walked out of his condo. His friend rolled his eyes again when he heard his stomach grumbled loudly and he had a sheepish smile whilst rubbing his neck in embarrassment.
Revving his car they went off to the airport and took a go to subway on the way. Waving at his friend he went inside the airport without turning his back for once, he had no good memories related to the said city, if some were, they were only about his hookups and few memories with his friends which he could care less of.
He sighed after sitting on his seat which belongs to businesses class. He looked out through the window, the sun was setting behind the thick blanket of white clouds leaving beautiful streaks of red and orange colours a few birds passing it was beautiful, warm, a very sight to calm his eyes.
The person in the question is no one but The protagonist of the story 'Michael Jonathon 'a very narcissist and the obnoxious person whose looks are like Greek God. A muscular body with enough set of abs which makes girls drool over, a set or dark onyx eyes which reflects a pitch-black night of winter, slender nose, thin lips and a cute freckle under the lower lip, a jaw as sharp as a knife which will cut your soul like butter.
He smiled, as he will meet his father and thinking to strive at his father's expectations.
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A loud grunt was released by his lips as his body was tired, he was sleeping in the bed and turned around to find a woman without clothes sleeping with parted lips and drool is rolling off from her mouth, feeling disgusted he pushed off of his bed.
With the sudden jolt which was given to her body, she shrieks and starts rubbing her bare butt which was the impact of the fall. She stood up only to look at the man which she slept last night.
He watched with amusement at his work purplish and bluish mark on her pale body seems like he was little wild last night.
Pouting she walked up to the man seductively, slowly trailing her long-nailed finger on his bare torso, she had the intention for few more rounds but feeling bore with her, he just yanked her hand and said to trot like a stray cat she is. Rolling her eyes as she didn't get to do much, she started collecting her clothes and started wearing it on the way out whilst stumbling here and there.
Hwang hye soo a very cunning, vicious, paedophile, mafia leader. He was half Korean and half American man. He was a wanted criminal with a syndicate of criminals ruling all over Asia as his minions were spread to the very corner of it.
If you pay attention to him you can see him as he was a man coiled a very thick snake around his body. He smuggles drugs, gold, diamond, human trafficking and whatnot from other countries to America. Making the life of FBI officers a hell, he always made his sneaky ways to their office and never get caught, even though his sins can punish him three lives.
Wearing a blue silky robe on his body he made his way out of the dimly lighted room, walking to his bar, he poured some whisky in the glass and some ice cubes are thrown in it making them to clank at the bottom of the glass.
He smacked his lips onto the rim of the glass and sip down the drink, he felt amazing as bittersweet taste burnt his throat a little, his mind went to an only person he lusts most nowadays, missing the feeling of her body beneath her fingers, he wished her to have under his mercy.
"I will find you my rose petal just wait for me" he mumbles with his raspy morning voice to himself and chugging down the drink at once.
"Jack! Start searching for Phoebe!"
