Playing With Fire

Jcole's cognitive state was in disarray. "She's coming closer," he thought, unable to divert his gaze. His heart pounded in his chest as she leaned in toward him, her breath brushing against his skin. But then, her next words pulled him from his daze.

"When will you sign the contract?" Miss Rose inquired, her eyes never leaving his. She knew he would eventually sign the con, but she needed it to happen within 48 hours. Playing with fire just felt right to her.

"Oh!" Jcole replied, somewhat flustered, his eyes never leaving hers. Though her unexpected question had broken the spell, the lingering tension in the room was palpable, like an unspoken desire hanging in the air.

"Today at most," Jcole replied, his voice laced with a subtle urgency. He was still captivated by Miss Rose's presence, his eyes locked onto hers, as if under a spell. Even though her unexpected question had momentarily broken his stupor, the sensual tension in the room remained as potent as ever.

With the information passed, a sense of gratification and unadulterated happiness washed over Miss Rose. A wry smile played on her lips, and a mischievous glint danced in her eyes. "And they said I've lost my seductive touch," she thought, her sarcasm cloaked in a sultry demeanor. Her confidence remained unwavering, and she reveled in the knowledge that her allure had not diminished one bit.

With a graceful descent, Miss Rose fell on top of Jcole, her fingers lightly tracing his jawline before she bestowed a gentle kiss upon his lips. The sensation was electrifying for the dazed Jcole, as her soft, warm lips met his cheek. Like a spark igniting a fire within, it left his body yearning for more.

As Jcole struggled to suppress his surging desires, he reached out to grasp the seductress, but Miss Rose slipped away with a fluidity that left him entranced. She dashed towards the door, a triumphant smile gracing her lips.

"You can call me Rose outside the office, if you wish," she purred, her voice as seductive as her presence. "And don't go back on your words now, okay? Bye." With those parting words, Miss Rose left his room, a captivating smile lingering in the air as she departed, leaving behind a young man with an insatiable, burning libido and a promise to be fulfilled.

[Creation of a Divine BioMech Failed due to insufficient seed coins]

"Huh? A robot... What is it for?" Jcole asked, perplexed. Even with his sage knowledge, he had no clue about the nature of this creation.

[Emergency situation regarding inheritors' raging libido]

Jcole's eyes widened in shock. "You mean to say it has a vulva part?"

[affirmative]

"Waw!" Jcole exclaimed, feeling a flush of embarrassment. "I'll just take a cold shower."

...

Five hours later, Jcole was comfortably seated in his sleek black Range Rover Dynamic, ready to dive into action. He whispered to himself, "Time to hustle."

With a roar, the car's engine came to life, and like a seasoned driver, Jcole floored the accelerator. His left hand gripped the steering wheel, and the right confidently shifted gears, creating a striking and confident pose as he raced toward the Twilight Studio complex.

Upon arriving at the complex just 30 minutes later, he parked his car and made his way to the reception. Jcole exuded an air of self-assured confidence, dressed in a white shirt and matching shorts summer tracksuit, with ankle-length socks, and a pair of stylish white military boots – a typical Korean fashion streetwear ensemble.

"Welcome, Sir. The lady boss has been expecting you," the receptionist said with a warm smile.

"Thank you," Jcole replied, flashing his killer smile and leaving the receptionist slightly flustered. "You can call me Jcole from now on," he added before heading off, leaving behind a blushing and intrigued receptionist in his wake.

Halfway to his destination, Jcole's journey was abruptly interrupted by the appearance of two rather punchable individuals.

"We meet again," Tony Dogara pompously declared, puffing up his chest. "You must have heard about me by now, right?"

Jcole, remaining unruffled, simply replied, "Nope, I really don't know you."

"Huh?" Tony was taken aback, his ego bruised. "Like, you really don't know who I am?" he asked again, struggling to grasp Jcole's indifference.

Jcole's response remained unchanged, "Nope, I really don't."

As Tony's frustration grew, he felt his self-control slowly slipping away. The urge to pounce on Jcole was tempting, but deep down, he knew that initiating this conversation wasn't intended to end in a physical confrontation, at least not yet.

Amid the hushed whispers and awestruck gazes of onlookers, Tony Dogara, the self-proclaimed prince of LasGidi, broke the silence with an air of self-assuredness. His chuckle, dripping with arrogance, echoed in the vicinity. "I am Tony Dogara, the one and only certified prince of LasGidi," he declared, relishing the attention. He finished his self-indulgent proclamation with a wry laugh. "You're new around here, so you'll come to understand."

The stunned onlookers watched as Tony's demeanor shifted dramatically with a sudden apology, leaving them even more bewildered. "Is that really Tony Dogara?" one whispered. "It can't be him; the Tony we know would've broken that guy's bones," retorted another.

Both Jcole and Tony were acutely aware of the murmurs but maintained their cool composure. A palpable tension filled the air.

Jcole carefully responded, "Well, she's already left for the United States." He chose his words judiciously, testing the waters to gauge Tony's true intentions.

Tony's patience was visibly waning. "Then hand over her number," he demanded with a hint of irritation.

Sensing the ulterior motive, Jcole pressed further. "Is she an acquaintance of yours?" he probed.

Tony's irritation boiled over as he snapped, "No."

"Then fuck off," Jcole stated, attempting to continue on his way. However, Tony pushed him back forcefully, escalating the confrontation.

Frustration and anger were etched across Tony's face as he teetered on the edge of losing control. Thoughts raced through his mind. "If not for my father's strict instructions, I wouldn't waste a second talking to this lowlife. If not for my investigator's colossal blunder, I wouldn't be subjected to this humiliation. How could I have known that the 'girl in question' was the last daughter of the influential Danjuma family? She's wealthy and has a formidable background. Now, I'm tasked with apologizing and, secretly, wooing her."

His words laced with contempt, Tony spat out, "I wouldn't repeat myself, you uneducated peasant."