"I assume everything is ready?" I say to Tami my personal assistance as I walk out of my office.

"Yes Mr. Jeon, everything is ready." She says moving from behind her desk and walking with me down the hall. "I sent your tickets and your agenda to your phone. I'll ensure that all meetings scheduled are as we discussed. I'll coordinate all other details with the Michael Corporation and email you any changes. As always, I'll be available throughout your trip. Your car is waiting downstair and I've arranged for a car to pick you up from the airport and take you directly to your hotel when your plane lands. Have a good trip sir." As the doors to the elevator opens, I nod gently. She turns and walks back to the office.

I enter the elevator with my head down and eyes glued to my phone checking my stocks. There are others in the elevator, but I have no interest in them as the elevator descends 44 floors. I smile, faintly seeing the rise in certain stocks of which I have an interest.

When the doors open, I stuff my phone into my pocket and I hear the soft voice of a small child.

"Merry Christmas sir!" I see her yet I don't. I have no concern for anything other than my business and making money. If this deal goes through, I will be the youngest CEO of a top 10 corporation in Korea. I find that thought exciting. While everyone else will be giving useless gifts, singing stupid holiday songs, and getting fat off their holiday feasting I'll be taking the Jeon Corporation to new a level. A level no one believed I could achieve. At least at 26 years of age. What better gift could there be. What more could I want. Nothing.

I scoff in annoyance as I pass the child ignoring her cheerful Christmas greeting.

I step onto the sidewalk and my driver Keoki is waiting and holds open the door of my sleek black limousine. He looks straight ahead and takes my one carry-on rolling bag.

"Good evening, Mr. Jeon," he says in a welcoming voice. I softly nod and slide across the soft black leather seats. Keoki has been my driver for two years. He's dependable and other then a simple greeting he says little else unless it's important or I ask. I don't ask. He knows not to engage me and just drive. That's what I want and expect. Everyone doing their fucking jobs. Besides what could he possibly share with me. We come from different worlds. He's a driver for god sakes. What could we possibly have in common? Evidently, he is uneducated and with low motivations. Why else would he choose a lowly position as a driver?

We reach the airport in good time. The private flight Tami booked is waiting. The trip from South Korea to LA will take 14 hours. That's a long time to be in flight but it's worth it. Mr. Michael's a US businessman with a struggling company. I simply made him an offer he couldn't refuse. I know others think of me as ruthless. The hell with them, it's just good business. I'm getting his company at a steal. I'd be a fool to not jump at this opportunity. While others are taking their Christmas holidays, I'm making deals and money. Business and money never sleep. I'll restructure his company with new management and machines. Ninety percent of his staff are useless. My first order of business will be to fire them. Why keep them when one machine can do the job of twenty people? It just makes sense. Also, machines don't want time off, vacations and don't get pregnant and want 6-8 week of maternity paid leave. Why the fuck is that my problem anyway? I'm not looking for a win-win for everyone. Just a win for me and my interest. Mr. Michaels can either take my offer or lose his company. He should be grateful that I'm offering him an all-cash deal. This way he gets to walk away with a shitload of money.

The Limo comes to a stop and Keoki steps out, comes around and opens my door. He passes me my rollaway luggage and I proceed towards the plane.

"Mr. Jeon. Thank you for the generous Christmas bonus and have a good trip Sir," Keoki says in a low voice. I stop for a second and think. I then nod not really looking at him and walk to the plane. That's right Tami did ask if I'd approve Christmas bonus' for my personal staff like Keoki, my private chef, gardener, and housekeeper. I really don't understand why I need to gift others when I already have gifted them with employment. I left it to Tami and told her to double what she was giving them for her personal bonus. She is my right hand and I realize that I am fortunate to have her. She's been with me for three years and is available 24/7 if needed. I do appreciate her.

As I approach the plane I'm met by the pilot and the flight attendant. This luxury jet was expensive as hell to book, but worth it. Fuck It's twice as expensive because tomorrow is Christmas eve. I fuckin hate that. Just because it's a holiday I get screwed over by the airline's price gouging. Well, I guess it is good business.

"Welcome Mr. Jeon, I'm Tan your pilot, and this is Yeona your flight attendant. We are waiting for one other passenger. Once he arrives, we'll be taking off. Yeona will show you to your seat and help you to get comfortable."

An attractive and slender woman approaches with a bright smile. She's smartly dressed in a neat uniform and appears to be in her mid to late thirties.

"Can I take your bag Mr. Jeon?" she asks in a soft voice. I hand her my roll away bag and enter the plane. This plane is a small jet but quite spacious with seating for only four passengers. A jet this size usually accommodates 8-10 passengers comfortably. Choi Airlines is top notch. They are known for their luxury, service, and appointment to detail. They certainly spare no cost in providing full luxury. The plane is split into two separate cabins. A front and a back cabin, separated by a sliding door. The plane is also quiet in flight. I have no idea how this company pulled that off, but it's highly impressive. I requested seat 2B. The front cabin window seat.

As we enter the plane, I see an older couple in the two back cabin seats. I assume they are married because they are holding hands. I nod and barely look at them. They both smile and simultaneously say Merry Christmas. Thank God I'm not doomed to be in the same compartment with them for 14 hours. I barely nod and move forward.

I follow the flight attendant to my pod. The plane is the height of luxury. The seating is 100% leather with high end fixtures, and thick plush baby blue carpeting. The cabin is bright and rich cherry mahogany wood is appointed throughout. My pod is perfect for one person with luxurious comfort. There is an adjoining pod next to mine with a retractable boundary for privacy. There is also a retractable table that is large enough to hold my laptop and a meal tray at the same time. Yeona shows me how to recline into various positions for relaxation and sleeping.

She then hands me a menu and waits for my request as I look over the menu.

"I'll have the filet, medium well, with a baked potato and asparagus with real butter. None of that fake or low-calorie shit. I'll take it in about an hour. For now, bring me a bourbon, no ice and the Wi-Fi information.

"Yes, Mr. Jeon. We also have that new Christmas movie, A Very Jolly Christmas. It's not in the theaters until Christmas day. It's a romantic comedy and very funny. If you Like-" Yeona has a bit too much perkiness for me. I raise my hand to halt her jabbering.

"Uh no I would not like. Yeona, what I would like is my bourbon." I say in a huff of frustration. "If I need anything I'll let you know. I want to get some work done, eat, and later sleep. Nothing else. Do you understand! Or should I repeat myself. Please don't bother me with anything else!"

She swallows, rapidly bobs her head up and down, turns and scurries away like a scared little mouse.

I believe in speaking my mind and being direct. I don't need her hovering over me pretending to be nice. Why would I be interested in some damn silly Christmas movie. Only a few more days and the annoyance of this holiday will be over. I swear if one more idiot says something about Christmas I'll scream. Peace and quiet, that's what I want.

My drink arrives in a few minutes. Yeona puts it down and quickly departs. I look at the time and immediately grit my teeth. What the fuck. This plane should have been in the air twenty minutes ago.

I stand and wave my hand. Yeona quickly makes her way over to me.

"Uh Yes Mr. Jeon. What can I get you sir?" Nervously she bites down on her lip.

"Why the hell aren't we flying?"

"M-Mr. Jeon our second passenger is running a bit late and should be here in about 15 minutes." Her voice is meek as she explains.

"What the fuck!" I rant and she jumps. "I'm supposed to wait 15 fuckin minutes for some son of a bitch that can't get their ass here on time! Time is money! This company has a repetition of being on time! I'm not happy Yeona! Get me the pilot, now!"

Her bottom lip quivers and she practically falls over her feet stepping back and runs down the aisle. I down the remainder of my drink and seethe while I wait impatiently drumming my fingers on the supple arm rest.

The pilot Tan, approaches with a big smile that I am in no way feeling.

"Mr. Jeon we will be taking off shortly. The weather is good, and I'll make up the time in the air and get you to LA on time. Likely, early for your holiday festivities." I furrow my eyebrows and clinch the arm rest tightly.

"I don't like waiting and I plan on complaining to the owner. I happen to know the owner's lawyer!" I threaten.

"I'm sorry to hear that Mr. Jeon. This passenger is a special friend of the owners, Mr. Choi. It's the holidays and might I suggest a bit of compassion." He the smiles that silly smile again.

"Compassion!? At these prices! I will not-" He cuts me off and looks towards the window

"Look here's our passenger now. As soon as he gets settled in, we'll take off. How about another drink sir?" The pilot motions for Yeona to come over.

I dismiss him with a scoff and a quick turn of my head. I grumble to myself and look out the window as a black limousine much like mines pull beside the plane. Before the limo driver can open the door the passenger steps out. Well, apparently, he is not well breed if he doesn't know how to wait for the driver to open his door. While the passenger is reaching into the limo, I assume gathering something, the driver unpacks a fucking oversized backpack. Are you kidding me? Is this passenger like 12 years old? Oh hell no. I'm not spending 14 hours next to a child!

The passenger emerges from the limo with a fuckin obnoxious head of blue hair. What the hell is he wearing. Faded blue jeans, a tacky patch work jacket, and an explosion of colorful garments one might see at a circus. I guess he calls it style. Oh, I know the type. He's a loose tart. The owner Mr. Choi must be about 60 years old. I clearly know what going on here. He's, his whore. I never understood why some men do that. I mean he appears attractive from here, I guess. I can't believe I'm being held up by some rich man's tramp. Evidently, he must be a damn good whore to earn a ticket on a private jet from South Korea to LA. I just shake my head in disgust when I think of him sitting next to me.

Minutes later there's a loud clammer coming my way. I peer down the aisle and see our flight attendant Yeona headed this way. I can only see Yeona and hear a bunch of chattering. He's speaking Korean but he has an accent. Oh God, he's one of those loud American born Koreans. I immediately roll my eyes. I have no patience for this. Yeona has a big goofy smile so apparently, they're acquainted. Of course, they are. This guy's boyfriend owns the billion-dollar airline, that she works for. I turn my head and look out of my window as he stands talking to Yeona and trying to shove a too large old ratty backpack into a small compartment. I'm annoyed beyond measure. I turn and see his exposed flat belly that has a blue Sapphire piercing like the color of his hair. I'm intrigued and should look away, but I can't. His blue jeans are snug and well fitted to his thighs and my eyes roll up to his crotch and my dick twitches. I immediately feel my cheeks heat up and turn away quickly. I'm powerless and turn for another look at him. As he continues maneuvering, he turns, and I see that his jeans are well fitted over a tight curvy ass, and I feel my dick jerks. I lower my head and turn back to my window and just listen.

"Yeona! I'm so happy to see you again." His voice is deep and smooth as velvet. I uh certainly see why some men might desire him.

"Taehyung, I was so excited when I heard you were flying with us again. It's been a while."

"Yes, it has. They both squeal like schoolgirls seeing their crush walk into the cafeteria. Fucking unbelievable. "My work keeps me busy," the blue haired tart says. "But I love it. I work long hour and I'm up late most nights. My back has had it and my body needs a break."

That's disgusting, I think. Well, he must enjoy what he does. Damn whore.

"What can I bring you to drink Taehyung?" Yeona asks.

"I will take a ginger ale. And I'll also take the vegetarian plate."

Oh god, he's one of these freaky non-meat eaters. He's a vegetarian whore. Nice.

"Oh Yeona! Do you have that new Christmas movie? A Very Jolly Christmas."

"Oh yes Taehyung we do!"

"Great! One of my friends tells me it's quite steamy under the mistletoe." They both laugh and I think I'm going to be sick.

Yeona leaves and I hear him finally settle his tight ass down into his seat.

"Excuse me, sir." I hear and slowly turn towards him. I'm immediately stunned by his beauty. I've never seen someone who was so perfectly flawless. He smells like fresh clean linen on a spring day. He says something but all I can do is focus on his plump kissable lips. I see Yeona coming and snap out of the momentary spell he has placed on me.

"I said my name is Taehyung Kim. Oh, I'm sorry. I'm from California and I'm still getting used to putting my last name first." He then chuckles and smiles the most perfect boxy smile that reaches his eyes.

"So, I should say Kim Taehyung. I just wanted to introduce myself since we are going to be traveling together for 14 fuckin hours," he chuckles. I just stare and feel dizzy on his scent, voice and the entire of him. He just looks at me with amazing deep brown eyes. I startle and think I should respond to him.

"Oh, uh I'm uh." Oh God, I'm suddenly an idiot and can't remember my name.

"Mr. Jeon, can I get you another bourbon?'

Fuck, that's it.

"I'm Mr. Kim Jeon. I mean, Jeon Jungkook, uh from South Korea." Fuck I can't believe I said that. I shake my head in anguish and divert my eyes for a few seconds.

He smiles softly and nods.

My trance is broken by an email alert on my phone. I'll read it later as my thoughts take me back to passenger 2A. I guess I could be interested in a night. I wouldn't mind him draping his hot body over me. Or should I say under me as I pound that hot little curvy ass of his. What more could he want? I'm rich, handsome, and well educated. Most men I've met have all been gold diggers. I have no interest in dating and will never marry. I'm human and do get horny at times. I've never had more than one night with someone and never a sleep over. And I most certainly never paid for it before. Fuck and leave. All I need. Feelings are too complicated. I've been with several handsome men before but none like the man sitting in seat 2A. I guess spending some money for a hot piece of ass like Kim Taehyung's might be worth it if the price isn't outrageous. After all it is Christmas.

I show a partial smile and turn away from him. I then buckle my seatbelt and take out my laptop to check my most recent notification. It's an email regarding my business in LA. The news is not good. Mr. Michaels seems to be having some second thoughts about selling his company. Fuck! Some shit about my reputation of firing lots of employee's. I need to refocus my thoughts back to my business instead of a hot little Korean American whore. Who knows, maybe when we land, I can make an offer that will be very much to his benefit. I'll do what I do best and strike a deal Damn! Get your mind off this blue haired tart! I tell myself as his delicious scent overwhelms me in the most wonderful way.

I refocus and start to construct an email. Looks like he is negotiating for a better price. Okay, I'll play his game. Anyway, why the fuck would he care about what I do with his workers. I certainly see why his company is a mess if he is allowing his business decisions to be driven by others or worst, his feelings. I write a short satisfactory email and send it and wait for his response.

"So, are you going to visit family in the US?" Kim Taehyung says in friendly voice.

I slowly turn to him as my irritation grows. I don't care to engage.

"I'm sorry but I'd prefer to not talk, I have work to do." I say smugly as I flip open my laptop.