"..."
"Pretty please?"
"..."
"I won't tell a soul," I reassured him.
"Haneul,” he spoke quietly.
The Korean name sounded lovely in his native tongue.
"Heavenly?" I translated, grinning at the word.
I guess his cock brought heavenly experiences to any brave soul that tried to take all of him.
He raised an eyebrow at me.
"You know Korean?"
"I'm half Korean. I look more like my father, but my complexion is like my mother’s, that's why I'm paler. I look more ‘White' than ‘Asian’ as most of my old friends would say," I explained.
"Intriguing."
He seemed impressed.
A small grin formed on his lips.
"Guess I'll speak in Korean when we're intimate one day." He winked.
I became flustered at his words.
"I....who said we'd be intimate?" I huffed, lifting my hand to slap his chest again but he caught my wrist and stopped me. "Ah. Don't damage the fragile goods, Precious,” he whined.
"Did Logan tell you he calls me that?" I asked.
"Yes, and I like it. Goes well with your name, Jewel. Doesn't match Jinn though. I think sexy is better,” he admitted, nodding to himself.
I grinned, losing my resolve to slap him.
"Braxton. Can I call you Brax for short?" I asked.
"Sure,” he replied with a teeth showing smile.
The shortening of his name seemed to brighten his mood.
"Now, can we sleep?" he asked before yawning.
Watching him made me yawn too and I rubbed my right eye.
"Sure. As long as you tell me when we wake up what we did when we got drunk," I proposed.
"I'll show you. I took a video." He chuckled.
I groaned.
"From your laugh, I feel it was a mistake to get drunk in your presence. Note to self, Braxton will gather evidence on people and Nixon will poison you with magic without your knowledge," I told myself.
"It wasn't that bad and at least Nixon uses his magic for good things,” he praised.