Falling for the dragon: Her Obsession with my manhood

His sustainable fondle over her neck pulled her eyes to track him. With his spontaneously glowing dragon-like eyes, he intensively gazed at her conflicted eyes. That triggered an instant arousal of her heartbeat.

A mild gasp escaped her lips. "Steve..."

"Hmm?" His velvety voice was heard in proximity to her ear.

That rushed something between her legs, getting her blushed cheek into his sight.

Another mild gasp released, "You..."

When he separated her legs, she couldn't decide whether to stop him or obey him. However, she kept maintaining eye contact with Steven, who was leering at her lips intensively.

His hand grasped her waist tenderly and pulled her onto him as their private area, which was still undressed, could get a sudden touch on each other.

Abigail's eyes went wide as she perceived an unfamiliar, essential rapture spread throughout her body.

"Do you want it?" Steven asked, swirling his finger over her front neckbone. His steady gaze at her was evident that he desperately wanted to enjoy her.

With her mellowed look, she replied desirably, "Yes!"

[Four months ago]

On one fine day, while Abigail was having breakfast with her father, her father brought up the conversation, "Is it your final year?"

She nodded since her mouth filled with food, "Hmm."

He slid the non-harmonic man's photo in proximity to her bowl, asking, "Does he look good?"

She gave a disgusted look at that man's photo. "Ewww!"

"Then he is the groom," he declared.

"Groom?" She conflicted. "To whom?" She flashed a surprised look.

"You!" He voiced firmly with a serious face.

She choked up but not in surprise; her face had held a hint of dread. She swallowed creepily, witnessing the stern expression on her father's face.

Ever since she was born, she had never spoken against him. Furthermore, this was the first time her father forced her to select something that she didn't deserve.

She dropped her sight on her plate and, finishing that hurriedly, she excused herself in a faint tone, "I have a presentation today; let me leave first."

With an exhausted look on her face, she left the house as her father picked up the groom's photo.

As soon as she stepped out of the house, she stomped her feet rigidly on the ground, muttering under her breath angrily, "Did he ever see me as his princess? Shit! How can he go far in this matter? I hate this father!" She then walked along the empty street. Yet her cursing mouth didn't appear to go calm.

"Whatever! I will never allow a non-human to be your partner." Her father mumbled, staring at the groom's photo.

At the college, she discussed this matter with her only friend, Annie.

"How about you propose to your crush, Duri, and ask him to marry you?" Annie proposed the idea right away.

Dither leased her face.

"What are you hesitating for? You told me he had kissed you once." Annie pulled out the past, embarrassed her.

She licked up her lips, voiced mortified, "That was a lie."

"What?" Annie felt a gigantic rock fall on her head. To Abby's (short for Abigail) prosperity, Annie glimpsed that handsome-looking man, Duri, coming towards them.

"Your last chance is coming to you," Annie whispered and left without even exposing Duri, who almost approached them.

"Abby," His plucky, lovely voice earned Abby's attention right away.

"Senior?" She stammered her Irish didn't find a spot to stay still.

Observing her flutter-scattering face, he queried concernedly, "Did anything bother you?"

Abby shifted her glance to Annie, who was encouraging her to hide behind the pushes.

Abby stood up. Landing her gaze on the sandy ground, she proposed, "Do you have feelings for me?" Looking up at him steadily, she corrected, "Do you see me as a woman?"

A brief sigh escaped his lips, which elaborated his disapproval. Despite that, she waited for his answer in words.

"Sorry, Abby." He rejected her politely. "I see you as my friend only." He explained and tried to convince her when he spotted regret hanging on her face.

"Oh, thank you." She managed to act normal. Scratching her hair, she walked off him.

"Aren't you coming to see my presentation?" Duri asked, shouting since she was getting far away from her.

"I have classes," she shouted back, showing her back, and kept walking forward.

As she disgruntled, walking past Annie, Annie glazed pity for her. Glaring intensively at Duri, who was heading to the class, she threw a stone at him. "You deserve this bitch!" She cursed under her breath.

Unfortunately, that hit his head. "Ouch!" He groaned.

"Oh! Oops!" Annie panicked right away.

He veered around and found no one.

"Thank god!" Annie took a deep breath, hiding behind the pushes.

Day passed swiftly for Abby, who desperately wanted to live this single life for a little too long. Sitting at the bus stop, her anguished eyes watched every vehicle that passed the road.

Her phone rang. That barely reached her ear. Once everyone emptied the bus stop, she took out the alcoholic drink and gulped it in raw.

Her phone kept ringing.

*33 missed calls from Dad*

She shrugged as if her life was going to end miserably and continued to sip the leftover drinks.

At the multi-story building, there was a ventilated office room, which spoke for tidiness and tranquillity. A well-handsome, gorgeous-looking young man sat in the chair with his left leg crossed, swirling the ring in his hand by the fingers. That ring had a tiny red dragon symbol on it.

"Your owner made a big mistake." His silvery-toned voice spoke to that ring. A disquiet sigh swirled out his lips as his feasible gaze fixed on that ring. "He made me stuck in this world."

Meanwhile, he glanced at the clock, which almost approached midnight. "It's time to sleep," he said, putting that ring on his finger. He rushed out of the office.

When he passed the bus stop, where Abby was drunkenly sleeping, he spotted a strange man acting weird.

He pulled back the car and stopped it directly opposite that bus stop and found that strange man leering at Abby's fair legs, which were exposed because of her slid skirt.

He grunted his teeth, annoyed. "Why are humans crazy about this everywhere?" He voiced tautness. Before that man's hand approached her, he pressed the horn, startled that man, and awakened Abby, too.

"Aish! Really!" Abby shouted furiously, which scared that man away.

She sat up straight. Still, she failed to notice her legs were exposing.

"Is she drunk?" He subtly narrowed at her.

She continued to doze off again. This time she maintained to lean back on the chair instead of lying.

Noticing that the stranger was waiting for the opportunity, he got out of the car and came over there.

That man walked off disappointedly as soon as receiving a death stare from him.

Not to delay, he paused with a surprised look on his face instantly after getting a great view of Abby. "Natalia?" He voiced faintly. His eyes were overwhelmed with surprise.

Even in sleep, she offered him a mild slap, whispering, "I'm Abby, Abby for Abigail."

"Abby?" He was extremely conflicted.

A lutering glow from his ring finger called for his attention. He couldn't believe what was going on here.

"Is she really Natalia?" He queried cautiously, gazing at that lutering ring.

That ring glows brightly as much as it can beat the street light.

She slapped his thigh. But this time hardly. "I'm Abby!" With half-closed eyes, a drunken voice, and an unstable body, she corrected him.

"Ahhh!" He grunted as her slap triggered a brief, sharp burning sensation on his thigh.

"Where is your house?" He questioned, lifting her face to face him.

With partially opened eyes, she complimented him, "Your eyes look gorgeous."

He dodged her like it was nothing and repeated, "Where is your house?"

"My dad told me not to tell strangers where our house is." She declared, regretting it right away, "No! He is not my daddy. So I can tell." She regretted that also by saying, "That's still his house, not mine."

A deep, annoyance-shaded sigh blew out from his lips. "How much did you drink?" He checked her college bag, which had four empty bottles.

As she found his arms like billows, she leaned her head on them and began to doze off comfortably while he opened her phone, glimpsing the 33 missed calls from her father.

He unfurled his hand from her head away and dialled her father.

She offered him a harsh slap on his forearm right away, warning, "Stay in place!"

He stressed out visibly. Grinding his teeth, he stretched his hand for her, exasperated.

She then leaned her head on it and dozed off adorably. However, he found it abusive. Despite that, he managed to dial her father.

"Hello?" Her father answered it; he was breathless as if he had 10 laps.

"Are you Abby's father?" He questioned to confirm it first.

Sensing that was a man's voice, her father's face struck out sceptical, and he voiced rudely, "Who are you? Why do you have my daughter's phone?" However, he couldn't frame his heart, which was fluttering in fear.

"Your daughter is drunk and sleeping at the bus stop alone. There are strangers leering at her." He enunciated the situation.

That worsened her father's heart. "Can you please tell me which bus stop was that?"

"Route 4, 74,"

"How did she go this far?" Her father flustered, not knowing how to bring his daughter.

"Where are you? Is your house far from here?"

"Yes. Sir, can you help me bring her to Disney Land? Our house is near that place." Her father provided him with the address.

"Okay, sir." He responded quickly.

"Your name?" Her father asked.

"Steven," he replied shortly.

"Thank you, Steven." Her father paid his respect beforehand.

He disconnected the call and tried to wake up Abby.

The phone rang. That was from her father.

He attended it, "Hello?"

"Can you please keep the call? After all, she is a woman." Her father indirectly divulged that he can't trust him blindly.

Perceiving father's discomfort Steven agreed politely, "Sure, sir."

Keeping the phone in his pocket, he informed her before carrying her, "I'm going to lift you."

She had already fallen asleep, so everything went smoothly for him. After making her sit in the front passenger seat, he fastened the seatbelt.

When he breathed her stink breath, he gazed at her adorable face, napping peacefully.

"Hey, stranger. Are you married?" She questioned. Her voice was mild but soft.

Steven shut the door and went for the driver's seat once, throwing her school bag in the backseat.

She started to whimper like a depressed dog. "I don't want to marry that ugly man. Why? Am I not beautiful to have a handsome man? Why is daddy doing this to me?" She sobbed loudly in a drunken voice.

"Beautiful? Who are you talking about?" Steven roasted her as her father heard her through a phone call.

She slapped his arms and strictly said, "I'm! I'm the pretty woman in this world."

Steven sighed, distressed, grasping his arms that earned slap from her. "No one had laid a hand at me ever since I was born," he muttered, annoyed, remembering how much she slapped him.

"I apologise for my daughter, sir." Her father begged for forgiveness, sensing rudeness in Steven's voice.

"If you feel sorry, teach her how to be polite," Steven suggested.

"Look at my lips!" She ordered him pointing out her rosy, velvety lips.

"I have no-" he opened his mouth to excuse, but realising she would slap him if he refused to listen to her, he looked at her lips.

"Doesn't this look kissable?" She asked seductively. Her weary eyes were enough to make any man go crazy. However, Steven was exceptional in it.

"No!" He dumbfounded her right away.

She breathed anger out, folding her lips, and slapped on his head.

He sighed, frustration peaked in his head. "I wish you would get a man who will teach you about being polite." He said, biting his teeth.

"This girl! She is blowing my dignity in the air." Her father murmured, keeping the phone away from his ear deliberately to prevent Steven from hearing that.

Steven pulled over the car near Abby's father.

Her father thanked him politely before getting Abby out of the car.

The next day was born.

Abby felt her body incredibly tired, as if she had done heavy work yesterday. She opened her eyes and sat up, facing her father, who had been waiting for her, sitting in the chair near her bed.

Presenting a faint yawn, she squeezed her eyes only to find her father's intense glare, which elaborated his anger. A stick in his hand sowed panic in her heart.

She gradually moved her feet out of the bed. Her father breathed heavily in madness. She jumped off the bed at light speed; however, she got caught before she twirled open the room door.

"How dare you drink late at night and sleep at the bus stand? Do you want to be raped by strangers? Huh?"

He beat her as she jumped, escaping and running inside the room screaming, "I won't! I won't anymore. I won't, Daddy. Sorry."

He halted suddenly as she stuck to the wall, making her face look like she was going to cry. "If not for him, what will happen to you?" He scolded her.

She snivelled and wiped her tears, landing her dejected eyes on the floor.

"Next week is your marriage."

Hearing him, Abby gave an aghast pervaded eye.

"Prepare for this instead of roaming like yesterday!" He directed her and walked off, dodging her anxious, boiling voice, "I didn't even meet him. How can you expect me to marry a stranger?" She raged, dictating, "You aren't okay with me getting raped by strangers, but getting married by strangers is okay for you?"

He slammed the door after leaving.

She shut her mouth and breathed outrage.

As the morning sun brightened up the world, Abby put on a dress and walked towards the exit.

"Where are you going?" Her father questioned and stopped her.

"To see Annie!" She voiced snappish.

"Don't do anything stupid by hearing an idea from her. Daddy warns you." He rigorously advised her while cutting the carrots.

She left without responding to him.

At the coffee shop, where people rarely come, Abby hears suggestions from Annie by offering her whatever she asks. Their table is full of plenty of coffee and chocolates. That's all on Annie's side table.

"How about contract marriage?" Annie suggested.

"Contract marriage?" Abby sounded swither. "With that man?" Her expression changed into eww.

"Senior duri!"

Abby's eyes transformed into pitiful hearing her suggestion.

"Oooo... Okay, let's leave it. I will select a groom for you." Annie confidently spoke.

Abby's face bloomed with possibility.

Before the sun faded, Steven accidentally glanced at Abby like a woman walking down the riverside alone. He pressed the brake quickly. That tired skidding noise earned her attention.

Her baffled gaze wrenched into shock, embarrassed as she realised that her drunken behaviour had been seen by that man yesterday.

"Are you going to sleep in the river?" Steven mocked her with a cool look coming towards her.

She was pissed off.

Instead of bursting into anger, she observed his sexy lips that flickered under the orange rays of the sun and spontaneous eyes that spoke for his quiet, sharp, fair nose, which added shin to his cool-looking face.

"His look deserves me," Abby mumbled, mesmerised by his beauty. That barely hit his ear.

"What?" He questioned, flickering at her forehead.

She shook off her head, coming back to her senses, and murmured, "But I hate this man!"

Giving a relaxed gaze over that calm river, he declared, "I hear you are going to get married."

Her expression changed to instant misery. "So what?"

"Don't get married." He warned her.

Her brows wrinkled at him subtly.

"Your life isn't in your hands. Getting married is worthless." His voice held some mystery.

"What nonsense is this?" She took it carefreely.

"Then, your wish!" He shrugged and headed to his car. As she stood right there bewildered, he veered around to her and reminded her, "Get home before the sun disappears. Not all men will be as good as me."

"Pullshit!" She cursed, watching him leave in the car.

The next day, at a random restaurant.

"Here is the first option!" Annie showed a non-attractive man to Abby, while Abby was already disgusted by his behaviour towards her.

He offered her his food with a bare hand and grabbed the spoon with the same hand without even wiping the mess.

"I reject!" Abby opposed it assertively.

"Here is the second option!" Annie showed up with another man who looked like he hadn't eaten for a week.

Observing a vexed expression from her, Annie kicked him outside.

"Here is the last option I have." This time he appeared like he could meet Abby's expectations. However, Abby deselected him also.

"What are you thinking in your mind? This is just a contract marriage, not a real one! Why do you expect the groom to be beautiful? Accept the reality." Annie shouted in exasperation.

But Abby leaned her head on the table, realising a gigantic, desperate sigh.

"Then you have no choice but to live with that ugly man." Annie also adjoined with her. "No one will come for just 10,000 dollars." Annie disappointedly dictated and got seated.

"May I apply for it?"

A silvery-toned voice asked. Somewhat, Abby found that voice was familiar right away. So she gave an instant glance, only to find Steven.

"What's your name, sir?" Annie reacted quickly as soon as she figured out his incomparably handsome.

"Steven," he replied with his deep, manly voice.

"Wow! He will surely meet your expectations, Abby." Annie declared and excitedly showed his seat, permitting him, "You can sit here, sir."

"He will, but I hate this man's personality. I can't!" Abby thought to herself and shouted, "No!"

Steven paused from his butt touching the seat, and he stood up.

"What now? Look! This man looks so handsome. This is just a contract. Don't be realistic!" Annie scolded her. Shifting her gaze to Steven, she smiled, "Take your seat, sir."

"Are you following me?" Abby queried and snatched the drinks from Annie's hand, which was offering them to him.

"Sorry," she apologised on behalf of her.

"Mmm... You can put it like that too." He answered directly.

"Do you see? He is a ruthless one, Annie!" Abby trickily revealed his personality.

However, Annie convinced her, "This is just a one-year contract. Don't be serious."

Releasing a disgruntled sigh, she nodded. "Okay."

Steven turned to Annie and declared, "I have a demand,"

"This won't work out!" Abby stood up, appearing to leave the spot.

Annie pulled her and forced her to sit back.

"What is it?" With a smile, Annie asked.

Steven threw his demanding gaze at Abby, who frowned at him. He then took off his ring and placed it in front of Abby, saying, "You should wear this."

"Is it an engagement ring?" Annie interrogated. Glimpsing the dragon symbol on it, she doubted, "This doesn't seem like that."

"This isn't my style," Abby refused his offer effortlessly.

"I will make you wear whether this contract went well or not." Steven's voice had held a tinge of threat.

Abby scowled.

Leaving the ring on the table, he sat straight, held his head high, and declared, "I'm offering you a great deal. You can't find a handsome man like me anywhere."

"Do you have any money?" Abby queried as if she wanted to dumb him badly. "Just because having a car doesn't mean you're rich." She roasted him, unaware of the truth.

A little scoff escaped his lips watching her talk informally all the while now, and also, he was irritated witnessing her scornful dictation disclose that she was looking down on him openly.

Annie went silent, spotting fire sparkling from both of their eyes. "Such a same wavelength. I think they will end up falling in love." She thought to herself.

A fiercing stare came sharply at her from both Steven and Abby.

She looked away, giving an embarrassed smile, "Sorry, my tongue slipped."

"Are you looking down on me?" Steven demented.

"Of course! You don't look rich." She sarcastically offended him.

"You probably heard about KYEO product company since your major study is related to this business, aren't you?" Steven switched to serious mode.

Abby's stiffness appeared to fade a little.

"Yes, it's our dream to get selected into that company," Annie explained with expecting eyes.

"I'm the chairman, CEO, and everything of that company. Not only that, I own plenty of apartments in this city. There is more to say. I put it simply for you to understand." He exposed his wealth, looking so determined. Looking into Abby's regretting eyes, he disclosed, "I'm a billionaire."

Abby couldn't express her anger, realising he was the owner of the company that she'd been dreaming of being here at least once in her lifetime. At the same time, she wasn't easygoing to bargain with him. So she preferred to be quiet for a second.

Leaning proudly back on the seat, Steven offered, "You can hit Jackbot if you agree with my demand. Your dream job will be in your hand the next second you wear this. You don't need to work hard for your dream."

"Get lost!" Abby resonated standing up. Giving a hatred glare directly at him, she said firmly, "I have talent. I won't choose an easy bath. Never!" She then left the chat as Annie was frozen by Steven's wealth report.

"Aish!" Steven was pissed off. "She is adamant like a child. I wonder who is going to suffer by marrying her." He regretted everything he just spilt to her.

He then looked at Annie, who hadn't awakened from the shock yet. He shook her by the arms. She blinked and baffled, "What happened? Where is Abby?"

"She left," he informed her, looking at the ring. There was a leaden disappointment whirled in his voice.

Annie rushed immediately. She grabbed Abby and stopped her. "Are you an idiot? This is the opportunity for our hard work, Abby. Where can you find a man like him? Just accept it." Annie tried to convince her.

Abby strictly said, "I will never choose him. He is ruthless and selfish. I will find the groom by myself."

Observing Abby's adamance, Annie concluded that she couldn't do anything to stop her anymore. So she released her hand.

Abby walked off.