#1 TOXIC SERIES
It's the typical Enemies to Lovers story, flavored by yours truly.
Raised in the same neighborhood and social circle, Minho and Hyunjin know each other far too well. Both families are well-known chaebols with deep roots in the South...
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Our cocktails arrived. Min Su's rosy drink with a slice of lime was placed on a small, square napkin. It was Gin mixed with tonic and some raspberries floating on top of the bubbles. She smiled appreciatively at the carved-out glass, then looked at mine and Lee's. Our signature drink was served in a Martini glass. The rectangular-shaped glass was filled to the brim. The cocktail was made with London dry gin, a sophisticated blend of fine botanicals and exotic teas—I am just repeating the man, I don't give a flying fuck what was in it, only that it contains alcohol—mixed with some strong, herb-flavored wine, sherry wine, citrus oils, and garnished with olives. I picked an olive out of the drink and suckled on it before popping it into my mouth. This tastes amazing.
Lee eyed me, while I fished for the next olive, and I flashed him a smile before I vacuumed it against my puckered lips, then licked it with a tease glimmering in my eyes. Fully fixated on me, I swirled the tip of my tongue around the olive and my fingertips, tasting the different flavors before I sucked it into my mouth. My pointer finger disappeared passed the knuckle right after, then I bit on it when I shared Lee a wolfish grin, pleased he couldn't take his eyes off my lips.
The heat that simmered beneath my skin didn't last very long, though, when I noticed through the corner of my eye that Min Su looked at me too. I inhaled the olive, almost choking to death, then spit it out in the napkin I grabbed just in time.
Min Su raised her glass, her crinkling eyes hidden behind it, and said with a chuckle in her voice, "Let's cheer on the charity, that it will be a success."
Embarrassment struck me as I raised my drink, clinking it against hers. When I went for Lee's, I found his eyes holding a playful glint but he didn't say anything and tipped his glass against mine when I was still frozen mid-air.
This was not a great start.
Our short silence was filled with sounds of eating, sipping our drinks, a glass hitting a plate, and cutting meat, mingled with the soft music backdrop coming from a live band that kept the roaring 20s alive.
Min Su scraped her throat, grasping my attention, and I looked up at her. I didn't like the expression she gave me right now. "I put out the auction list this morning." Her smile grew. "And there is already a lot of commotion about auction number 11."
"Eleven?" My eyebrows pulled together. Did I miss something?
"Yes, you."
Before I could wrap my head around what Min Su just said, Lee already barked out a laugh, almost spitting his drink out but quickly covered his mouth with the back of his hand. I looked from Min Su to Lee with a blank expression, while his smiling eyes peeked above his hand.
"That's still a thing?" I fucking forgot. I was so emersed in the contract that I have with Lee, that I never thought about that stupid auction, and how Lee threw me under the bus when he opted for the idea. "I never agreed to that.." I grumbled, far from pleased.
