Seoha's POV
"Stay still" Kang Taesan says as he carries me out of the office and I hide my face in his chest.
The noises of his workers greeting him as he passes by them are loud, maybe even louder than the noise of blood rushing in my ears, my senses are slowly returning to me, and it's bringing deep shame with it.
How can he go from threatening me with my debt to carrying me like he owns me like this? The confusion in my head is getting worse, and my omega is unashamed while I have to struggle.
The man places me in the passenger seat and shuts the door before going to the other side, I watch him talk to his driver while I grip the edge of my rumpled shirt, my scent is souring with every second that passes and the sweetness of my vanilla from the arousal from being controlled fades away slowly.
Taesan slams the door shut and looks at me with those eyes that look like he's hiding more than he's expressing.
