you're a con artist and thief. your biggest steal? osaki shotaro's heart
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"the ruby in your engagement ring is fake," you tell the snooty lady whose hand you're holding. "so are the diamonds."
her proud and boastful expression drops like a stone and she becomes visibly furious. her fiancé is talking on the phone on the other side of the hotel lobby. she makes the distance seem like centimeters with how fast she storms over to him. you watch with a smirk as the women—steam practically billowing from her nose and ears—rips the chunky, gold and diamond-encrusted ring off her finger and hurls it at her fiancé.
it hits him in the gut, surprising him so much he drops his phone. "honey?"
"don't you dare call me that!" the women snarls before spinning on her seven-inch heels and storming out of the hotel lobby.
the fiancé is quick to chase her, forgetting about both the phone and the ring.
a victorious feeling fills your body. another successful scam, you think as you bend down to pick the ring off the marble floor. you hold it up to the light to inspect the enormous gem encompassed by teenie tiny diamonds. truthfully, it's actually very expensive. it could easily sell for upwards of five million dollars.
grinning, you slip the ring onto your index finger then move to head into an elevator, but a familiar voice stops you.
"i'm impressed." the man reading the newspaper on a nearby lounge lowers the paper, revealing his face.
sighing, you turn to him slowly, placing your hands on your hips. "shotaro"
he gives you a charming grin and stands up. he's dress in plain dress pants and a black button-up. a silver chain hangs around his neck. "you're quite the con artist, aren't you, y/n?"
"i'm not sure what you mean," you say coyly as he steps closer to you, the scent of his no doubt expensive cologne surrounding you.
there's a fire in his eyes as he tilts his head down to you. "oh, i think you do." his lips brush against the shell of your ear, his voice dropping to a whisper. "my watch, y/n. where is it?"
his low voice sends a pleasurable shiver down your spine and you're reminded of when you met him in italy, the days lounging around the pool, fine wine, fresh fruit, warm sun and hot touches.
"that's all you want?" you ask. a smirk at your lips, you bring your right index finger to his chest and trail swirling lines. your free hand slides up his arm and over his broad shoulder to come to the nape of his neck where the clasp of his necklace sits. "are you sure you don't want the other thing i stole?"
shotaro tilts his head back slightly to meet your feline gaze. "and what would that be?"
your finger halts on his left peck. you draw an x. "your heart."
shotaro's brow furrows in confusion. "what?"
laughing evilly, you shove him back onto the couch then turn and head towards the elevator, swaying your hips. shotaro's eyebrows shoot up in surprise as you hold you hand over your shoulder, the silver chain that was once around his neck now between your fingers.
groaning, shotaro lays his head back. "that girl..."
