Junwoo ordered, his hand almost completely engulfing your waist, ".. Stay still." Laid down on the pool table, the cue pressed up to your chest, and the ball placed on your lips. The Billionaire gradually feeling you up as he guided you. It's unbelievable to you, being utilized as a holder for a pool game.

...

But, it's not as if you had an option to disobey. You were just a server at a high-end bar, you had to comply with your boss' requests. Being the Owner of said bar, Junwoo was very well aware of this. The guy made certain no one got their grubby hands on you, often flaunting his possession over you blatantly.

Your hands clenched onto the edges of the billiard table, your eyes closed, your back arched against it in search of some balance of support. Legs apart, with Junwoo positioned between them. His hand guiding the cue to the ball, elbow rested on your abdomen.