⫣48⫦ Stardust

I let down the window and stick out my head, my hair whipping around me. I scream into the night, unbound, free. I loved the Porsche, but I love the Ferrari even more!

I hear Taehyung chuckle as he drives at a mind gobbling speed, sending the motor roaring.

I put my head back in and can't help but watch him. God, he looks hot when driving a car, one arm on the steering wheel, the other holding a cigarette as he takes long drags. And the black suit he's wearing... It should be illegal to look so hot, his hair styled back from his forehead and his jawline so sharp, you could cut yourself on it. He glances over without turning his head, his jaw clenching as he sees me watching him. "You are so fucking hot!" I let out, unable to keep it in. And why should I? He deserves to know. Tae laughs rough and low. "I have to, or someone like you would not get in a car with me, no matter how expensive." I grin. He's right. I do look amazing tonight. Taehyung only told me to dress noble, that he had something special planned for tonight and I should look the part. I'd accepted the challenge and fallen over Hwasa's clothes. For a moment I had considered wearing the red dress Taehyung had told me about, but it wasn't noble- it was just plain sexy. So instead I opted for a long silver dress, the v-neckline dropping low, but nothing too scandalous as it hugs my waist and then falls in silver satin to the floor. Now, the thing that definitely was scandalous is the slit starting just beneath my hip bone and revealing my leg all the way down to the black high heels. And then there is the back of course. Or the lack of it, as my new tattoo is entirely visible with my long hair styled to one side, falling over my shoulder. Add a bit of dark make-up and dark red lips and voilá, a noble hoe. My mother would be beyond petrified. "And where exactly are you taking me today?" I ask, feeling excited and thrilled as he shoots me a secretive smile. "Curious aren't you?" "Always." He chuckles. "We are going to a party of course." "Looking like this?" "Oh it's not that kind of party. It's for the rich, richer and super rich, and I feel like crashing it." My eyes glower at the words, sucking them up like candy. "How?" "By first enjoying all they offer and then fucking them over, of course." "The other's didn't wanna come?" "Lian," he starts with a sigh, but smiles, keeping his eyes on the road. "Can I not take out my girl for a date without taking my brothers?" My breath catches. His girl. Hmm, that creature in me likes that word- a lot. "A date, hmm?" "You think I would just take you to dinner or go watch a movie like all these other boring, normal couples do? Don't get me wrong, even those things would be fun with you, but I'm not a normal guy and I don't do normal dating." "And I wouldn't want it any other way," I add, meaning every word. Who cares about being normal anyway? "So, what has the owner of the party done to deserve our visit?"

He does turn to me at that, a broad smile on his face. "I love how you already know that. Here," He pulls out an envelope from the glove compartment and hands it to me. I fly over the pages, then let out a disbelieving huff of air. "Oh, he's a real piece of shit." "You think?" Taehyung snort sarcastically. The man we are about to visit is guilty of almost everything, from embezzlement to sexual harassment to illegal gambling. And the list just goes on. "So, how do we do this?" A dark thrill runs through me. Yes. This definitely is a date I would remember. "Pretty easy." He holds up a flash drive, grinning wildly. "Suga has gathered all the necessary evidence, hacked his computer and found some very disturbing videos those guests of him should really not be denied to see. All we need to do is wait for the toast. He's holding his party in honor of his new built skyscrapers in Soul and I bet he can't help himself but to boast with a slide show of his new bling and ring. Everyone will be watching." I grin, the words like honey in my ear, sweet and absolutely delicious. "On the last page you'll find our fake identity for tonight. I think you'll really like it, my sweet fiancé." My heart skips a beat and I hastily skip to the last page. I let out an incredulous puff as I read it. "Not gonna lie, you should have told me I have a Harvard degree, because I would not have chosen that dress." Tae looks sideways at me, his eyes travelling up and down my body, a heated look in his eyes. I see the hand holding the steering wheel tightening as he drives a little faster. "You better stop talking about that dress, otherwise we won't make it through the front door." I swallow and clear my throat, my skin tingling at his dangerous tone, but I can't help the smug smile from forming on my lips. I pretend to keep reading about my new fake identity. We drive about half an hour more, having left Seoul behind us and from the open car window I can smell the sea. Then we leave the main road and drive up curvy lanes, until a massive mansion comes into view.

"Wow, that is some fancy house!" I exclaim as Taehyung heads straight for it, driving through a wide open gate. I don't see any cars, but there are plenty of people, all wearing evening dresses, one prettier than the other. I see old and young, the men wearing tuxes and suits, the woman shining in every color and blinking with diamonds and more expensive jewellery.

The mansion is brightly lit and the sound of orchestra music reaches us, mingled with the chattering of the people. It's nothing new to me, as my father has made me and my mother partake in a lot of such events, but never had I looked forward to one as much as I do now. Taehyung parks the yellow Ferrari directly in front of the entry hall and several people turn their heads. "What now?" "Now," Taehyung says, "We play the mega rich young couple who just moved to town from Daegu. All we need to do for now is enjoy ourselves."

He winks at me. "I already know your acting is amazing, so I'm not worried."

He doesn't let me ask another question as he already opens the car door and walks around the car, buttoning his suit in the front as he does so. A thrill runs through my body, my skin prickly with anticipation. I watch the expression of the other people around, their eyes widening when they see Taehyung. Ha, if only you knew, I snort inside even though I already singled out the pretty ladies looking at my man hungrily. One wrong move, and they would find out who they were really dealing with. Taehyung then opens my car door, like the gentlemen he is pretending to be, and helps me step out of the car with his hand in mine. I feel like a star as all eyes fall on me, some with envy, others with jealously and a lot of the men with want and hunger. I might be enjoying this way too much when I straighten and the dress falls around me in silver waves. Taehyung throws the car keys to one of the pages I hadn't noticed and the voice that he speaks with leaks of entitlement and snobbery.

"Not a scratch!"

Then he puts an arm around my waist and pulls me inside. Just like when he came to my house, Taehyung could impersonate a person completely, and yet I always saw the boy beneath. Another servant stops us at the front door, smiling politely as he says:"Invitation please, sir." "Sure" Taehyung grounds out, sounding the perfect mix of irritated yet complying as he hands the man a white envelope. J-Hope undoubtedly had his fingers in the game here, pulling some strings in high society. The man studies it for a second before bowing to his waist. "Welcome Mr. Cho and Mrs. Lee." Taehyung pulls me forward without shooting the bowing man another glance. I take a deep breath as we walk through the open door, settling into my own character too. "Darling," I tell him, battling with my eyelashes. "How about some champagne?" He smiles down at me, then snaps with his fingers and before I can blink, a servant with a tray appears, glasses of sparkling champagne balanced on top. "Here, sweety." he says, taking two without gifting the young servant a glance either. My smile is radiant as I take it from him. We cling our glasses while only our eyes sparkle with the mischief we have planned. "Are you Mr. Cho?" a male voice asks, and both me and Tae turn to see the elderly man stand in front of us. Like in his file picture, he looks neat and fresh despite his age, his smile surprisingly warm, wrinkles around his eyes and that tailored suit bringing out his complexion well. But I know it's a façade. "Mr. Cheng." Taehyung greets him as he shakes his hand with a fake smile. "Nice to finally meet you in person, I heard a lot about you. This is my fiancé See-yeon."Cheng turns to me with a smile, then takes my hand and kisses the top of my it, his eyes resting a bit too long on my decolté and hips. I feel such a deep disgust in my gut as his lips touch my skin, I nearly smack him right then and there and when I glance at Taehyung, I see the same dark flash of violence cross his features. "You look stunning, Miss Lee See-yeon. You're fiancé is a very lucky man with such a beautiful, smart woman by his side." I smile and blush slightly. "Thank you, Mr. Cheng. We're honored to have been invited by you." "The honor is all mine. Please, enjoy your evening and feel free to help yourselves to food and drinks. We only serve the best. " He gestures in the direction where the music drifts over from the open hall door. Taehyung pulls me close, smiling. "We didn't expect anything less from such an accomplished man." Cheng's smile widens: proud and self-satisfactory. I look forward to ruin his life and maybe visit him in prison to gloat over his imprisoned ass. Then I'm being led in the hall, Taehyung by my side. The mansion is even more pompous on the inside, large chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling, the walls a marble white and the floor dark granite. There is a live orchestra playing on a raised plateau and some people are dancing, slow but elegant, to the rhythm of the music. Several eyes turn to us as Taehyung smiles down at me, holding out a hand.

"Permission to dance?"

I smile for real this time, remembering that day on the beach where he had first shown me the pleasure of loosing yourself to the music. I take his hand.

"Only if you lead, darling," I whisper, turning my voice low and sexy. A flash of that intensive want crosses over his mask as he already leads me to the middle of the room. Then his hands come around my middle, pulling me close.Through the thin fabric of the dress I can feel every raise and fault of his suit and the muscles beneath. His hand rests on the naked skin of my back while the other takes my hand into his, interlocking our fingers as he professionally leads me into the dance. Is there anything he can't do?What's next? Singing? I feel his hand on my back drawing small circles over my skin and my body awakens under the simple touch. As always, it hardly matters where we are and since we're supposed to play an eloped couple anyway, getting a little handsy wouldn't pose a problem. He twirls me, then immediately pulls me close again, my breath being knocked out of me as I connect with his hard chest. He lowers his head down to my ear and his voice is rough and low. "I take it back. You can't wear whatever you want. I've never felt so much rage and desire at the same time. I don't know what I should rip apart first: that dress or the men starring at you." The words ripple over my skin, making me shudder. "I think I would enjoy both." His hand around me tightens. "Trust me, Lian. It's not the time to tease me. I'm already at the edge of my patience." Yeah- and he should know that telling me so only makes me want to test his limits more. I lean up on my tip toes, my breath teasing his cheeks and I feel him go rigid, his step faltering. "And what has my fiancé so riled up?" He growls in my ear, the sound deep and angry and possessive. "That way he kissed your hand- be glad we have a job to do, or he would no longer have a hand. And these guys staring at your ass makes me want to rip them to pieces and claim what is mine!"

My heartbeat is already racing, the place between my thighs tightening and tingling. I know I should stop. But that is not me. I turn my voice even more sultry as I purr: "And what would they think if they knew that all I wear beneath this dress is a thong and nothing more?" "Stop it, Lian. Or deal with the consequences." The warning in his voice doesn't hinder me. I put my hand right over his chest, squeezing a little. It's the creature within me speaking- the one that only knows lust, desire and want as I murmur: "Mhh, but I think I would really enjoy the consequences." He closes his eyes for a second, growing entirely still. When he opens them again, I almost stumble back. Oh. Shit.

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