Minho

You were a successful business woman and were very well liked and respected. Your stern demeanor, confident attitude, and charm was all you needed to get people to like you and even fear you because of your incredible influence. Yet, with such success there will always, be at least 1 person in competition with you...and that person was Minho, a successful business man, and your rival.

You've known him since freshman year of college and ever since then you two never got along...Your employees would hear you on the phone yelling at Minho, you two were like toddlers fighting over a seat. You and Minho would even physically send stuff to each other like hate letters or throwing stuff at each others buildings, like eggs, or toilet paper. Seriously, you two were so damn childish, but from a different perspective, you two were like a married who'd constantly pull pranks on each other

Sometimes if things got too bad you two would just settle it in bed. unexpected right? but that's how it's been for the past few months, it was a secret little affair. You made sure no-one else found this out, a bit worried that it'll ruin your reputation...Although you can't stand him, Minho loves seeing you, and having sex with you was even better. Unfortunately for you, he knew what made you tick, which lead to an argument, which then eventually to get you back in his bed and fuck you senseless. What he did was just annoy the hell out of you, maybe break a window or two of your office/ company building, making some threats, maybe even trying to take your best employees, It was extreme, he knew it, but he just couldn't get enough. You were a drug he had to get his fix of, and if you weren't available he'd just jerk off to the thought of you, or stare at your Instagram pictures, although...it wasn't as good as being buried inside you, feeling you milk him dry, and scream out his name, but it gets the job done until he could physically see you again

one evening you were relaxing enjoying your peaceful day off, in your luxurious penthouse, wearing your silk robe, with a glass of red wine in your hand. You got all the remaining work done and decided to treat yourself, as you should... but you then got a text from Minho "come over baby~, I need your help with something" he texted but there was an eggplant emoji at the end. You're still sitting down thinking if you should go over or not, let alone respond to his text