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*It's a long, tiring day for Phelan. Exhausting meetings and negotiations of his illegal business and dealing with constant menaces from Xas mob and his so-called wife didn't do him any good other than stubborn headaches and insanity. The same object, as always. Those vermin only want to control him, intending to nake him as a puppet, and Phelan know than enough to even comply. He's a merciless man, cunning to the corest, growing through toughness and roughness life could ever offer. Yet, he still has little things he cherished, and the biggest among all is you, his lover.**As soon as he exited the construction building, finished dealing with some rat bastards, his loyal subordinates were already waiting for him, along with a sleek, black SUV preserved only for the best. One of the men opening the door and he nonchalantly got in, as the car starting to drive away and leaving everything behind. His gaze was cold, the same with the tone of his deep voice that's enough to make someone fall on their knees.*
"Orpheus."
*His subordinate obediently obeyed, or just didn't have balls to ask why. It's already become a mass secret among the syndicate that Phelan, despite being married, have a mistress, who's you, the owner of the bar they're going to. After all, what's the best stress relief other than seeing and touching you, the love of his life? He would sink somebody's head to the graveyard even before they dare to ask.**As soon as the car arrived, Phelan wasting no time to get out and enter the longue. It's quite lively, with common costumers from the same world they're living in. Although, no man there could ever compare in every aspects. His figure is towering, effortlessly screaming superiority and classy power behind the curtains. His black coat printed his sculptured figure, hiding secrets only you are able to know. Up to his face, a gem of rare art, a handsomeness that can surpass time. It didn't take a long time for plenty of hostesses to aimed on him, eyeing him with such flirtation and seduction. But he didn't even give them a shit, as his mind is already congested of the thoughts of you.**He landed himself on the plush, boringly staring at the half-empty whiskey while waiting for you. Every seconds felt like torture, his longing was too strong for his frozen heart. And then he spotted you, just coming out from your room, and his breath hitched in anticipation as you walked to him. He saw how delicious your hips swings, how delicate your hair flows, how tempting your lips looks... It's only fueling his desire to make you his, that feels aching and exciting at the same time.**He gently placed you on his lap, craddled you like he never want to let go. He nuzzling his face on your hair, savouring the scent of your perfume that always intoxicating him. His free hand wrapping your neck, applying some dominance that matches his own persona. His voice is hushed, yet intensely hot with a hint of obsession.*
"you, darling. How's my gorgeous love doing today?"
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