Dominate Showbiz: Media Tycoon Discovered My Talent-Chapter 128: Bargain [M]

[Warning: This Chapter contains Explicit Mature Content]

"Another long day of dancing?" 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Charles’s voice came from the master bedroom, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of running water.

He had left the bedroom door open, and the bathroom door inside it as well.

Kaija’s face darkened the moment she shut the front door behind her.

"Are you planning on moving into my place permanently, or what?" she asked, slipping off her heels.

This was already the fourth day in a row she’d come home from a long day of practice, only to find Charles inside her place. This time, he was very clearly enjoying himself in her shower.

"I might," he replied, working white foam over his tanned skin. "Mostly to make sure you don’t overwork yourself and actually get some rest."

"Oh dear, look who’s talking," she said, watching the naked man in her shower with a raised brow. "Aren’t you the one who’s been keeping me from proper rest the past few nights? My dance instructor made it very clear earlier that I’m not to engage in any strenuous activity from now until my performance tomorrow, alright?"

A chuckle slipped out beneath the roar of the running water.

"Did he?" Charles teased, wiping water from his face. "And did he walk you back again?"

"Of course he did," she replied with a small shrug.

Charles didn’t seem pleased to hear. "The way I see it," he muttered, "the sheer amount of time he’s keeping you in that studio for hours, he’s the one wearing you out, not me."

Then he stepped into the doorway, still completely naked, leaning against the frame. "Aren’t you going to join me? I bet you could use a nice, hot shower."

"I could," Kaija said, eyes narrowing, "but maybe I’ll wait. Because we both know what’s going to happen if I step in there with you right now."

"Haven’t I told you?" Charles said with a sly smile, sliding the door open wider. "You can’t save yourself from what you already know is coming."

What Kaija couldn’t save herself from was how her clothes were soaked within seconds, water splashing down from above as Charles tugged her firmly toward him and right into the shower.

The wet fabric was quickly discarded onto the floor.

Her back hit the wall as his lips closed over hers, the cold surface a sharp contrast to the hot water cascading over them both.

"Charles," Kaija murmured against his lips, "are you coming with me to the press conference tomorrow?"

"Of course I am," he murmured back, giving her a firm smooch. "I can’t miss something that big for you."

"What about my debut at the Open Hall?" she added.

"I have a few meetings around that time," he said, still working eagerly on her lips. "But there’ll be a backstage crew with you, along with your manager. I’ll assign a security team as well."

"Can I have some of those security guys with me afterward for a small outing with my friends? Maybe... ten or twenty? Just to be sure?"

The movement of Charles’s lips slowed.

"You’re worried," he stated what he observed plainly.

"Of course I am," Kaija replied. "Ever since I signed with KE, every time I leave this campus, something horrendous happens. God knows what’ll happen next, especially with how many enemies you have, including ones you don’t even know about."

Charles’s expression shifted from surprise to a soft chuckle.

"I’ll give you a hundred," he said, rubbing his nose against hers indulgently. "Or would you prefer five hundred?"

"That’d be too much," Kaija said, dark lines creasing her face. "I’m fine with fifty or so, as long as they’re not like those movie security guys who get taken out with one punch."

Charles’s chuckle broke into hearty laughter. "Even if you hadn’t asked, I would’ve done it anyway," he said, smacking her ass. "I can’t afford to leave you out there alone, or in anyone else’s hands, anymore."

No more words followed as her lips closed over his again, kissing him more feverishly than before.

Her hands slid down to the hard, thick length pressing against her stomach, stroking it slowly. Her fingers lingered teasingly at the tip, before tracing down its length and circling gently around the tight heat beneath.

A ragged gasp tore from Charles’s lips.

"It seems you’re very pleased with my arrangement," he teased between kisses, his fingers sliding down to the slick, heated place between her legs in indulgent response.

Any slickness spilling from her beneath the quick, circling motions of his fingers was quickly washed away by the steam and hot water cascading over them both.

"Since I’m perfectly happy with it," Kaija replied, lowering herself to her knees and closing her lips around his flushed, swollen tip. "I’m thinking I could allow you three positions today."

"Six," Charles said firmly, pushing her head closer to his hardness before she could bargain back.

They ended up with far more than six that night, with Kaija falling fast asleep during the last one.

She had drained herself thoroughly, more from exhaustion after her long day at the dance studio than from the indulgent hours with him at the end of the night, or so Charles told himself.

With a soft kiss to her forehead, he left for the living room, enjoying one last smoke of the day.

His cursed older brother had officially fired the first open shot in this brutal war between blood brothers, and the bastard had chosen to mess with his woman, of all things.

Reluctant as Charles was, he found himself staring at the contact open on his phone, the cigarette burning down slowly between his fingers until it formed a tall column of ash.

Antony K, the name read.

With a quiet sigh, he pressed the green call button, taking a long drag so his turmoil wouldn’t bleed too much into his voice.

The call connected after ten long rings.

"Please don’t tell me you got drunk somewhere and suddenly want to talk about brotherly love at this hour," Antony’s voice came through, already dripping with mockery.

The corner of Charles’s mouth lifted slightly. "Brotherly love, indeed," he replied, exhaling slowly into the cool air. "But I’m perfectly sober. And I have an interesting story involving your precious trainee, who happens to be my woman. Interested?"

There was a pause on the other end.

Antony’s throat tightened, but at the mention of his precious trainee, he knew he couldn’t hang up just yet.

"Speak," he muttered coldly.

"How impatient," Charles teased, tapping ash into the tray. "But after I finish telling you this story, brother, I have a question that requires your answer.

"Are you interested in being part of my grand plan for Max Kosonen’s downfall?

"Or will you keep standing with your eyes blindfolded on the side, pretending you were not born a Kosonen?"