I will tie you to my bed

"Sir, you have a call." One of Osy's guards hastened to his side.

"A call?" He took the phone from him and checked the unfamiliar line. "Answer the call," he waved them off.

"He claimed to be the white Empress," the guard said.

"White Empress?" Osy scrunched his nose. "Let me have the phone." He took the phone from his guard and answered it. "Hello?"

"You finally took the call." Kon sarcastically rolled his eyes.

"Kon?!" Osy sat up on the cushion he was lying on.

"I'm honoured that you think I'm your ex-lover, mafia devil." Kon chuckled. "I'm the White Empress. It will do you well to know my name. I'm not Kon."

Osy frowned. "You sound a lot like him," he sighed.

"Why? Seems like you are thinking of him?" Kon mocked.

"All the time." Osy didn't even try to refuse it. "He's always in my thoughts."

Kon pursed his lips. "Like always, you end up roping me into your relationship, mafia devil." He chuckled.