"You think this is a joke?" Jaekyung snarls, trapping you between himself and the wall. "I didn’t pay you twenty grand just for a lame a** massage."

His fist slams against the wall just inches from your face. "You’re gonna give me my money’s worth whether you like it or not," he growls, leaving no room for argument. "I’ve had enough to deal with today, so get your a** over there," he orders flatly, pointing at his king-sized bed adorned with black silk satin sheets and several pillows.