女神┊ ❝ GOD COMPLEX ❞

( 006. CANDY )

A ROOKIE MISTAKE LEFT A SCAR on her mind when the actress had the notable reputation as an A list celebrity. She couldn't believe the words that ran out from his lips that day. The embarrassment had crawled beneath her flesh in such a way, it was beginning to eat her up in one gulp. Prima Donna was a woman with a high caliber. But what had been done cannot be changed when mistakes had already been spilt.

"Can't keep your eyes off of me, huh?", Sukuna chuckled as he sat beside the woman.

"Shut your mouth before I do it myself."

The film director flipped through his script with a cocky smirk imprinted on his god awfully attractive face. It had been moments since her mortifying mistake had occurred, but Sukuna did not let go of it. He had a bad habit in teasing people—and often would humiliate them until they were at their peak of their sanity. Sukuna had many despicable traits that she happened to loathe. And yet, despite his potty mouth that spoke in rotten words, Prima Donna had the patience to withstand his atrocity.

"You know, it'd be easier for you to just admit that you still have feelings."

She rolled her eyes, "Feelings of disgust? That would be correct."

"Ouch. You didn't have to go that far", he responded playfully with a sarcastic smile.

Prima Donna sighed then left the scene to return to her private dressing room. The actress eyed her reflection in the mirror as her personal stylist and makeup artist touched up on her doll-like face. Despite the powder being layered on her cheeks, Prima Donna could feel the slightest furious flames that lingered beneath her skin. It was quite strange. She had forgotten what it felt like to feel such a way, but it seems as though emotions was an abstract ideology that had been carved into humanity's bloodstream.

Prima Donna continued to marvel upon the sight of her image when the doors from behind had opened abruptly. She was greeted by the reflection of a familiar face in the mirror—her lovely fiancé of course. Gojo had his blue gemmed eyes piercing a dagger through the mirror, and the sight of his cold gaze did not go unnoticed when it glimmered beneath the artificial lights. He was normally great in keeping a calm composure, but it seemed as though today was not his day. Prima Donna nodded to the females as they left the room.

"We have 10 minutes until the next scene—"

She couldn't even finish her words when the man had slipped his clever tongue in between her teeth. Ironically, Prima Donna was taken aback by his sudden actions, but went along with his mischievous tricks anyway. She sat against the edge of the dressing table as Gojo pinned her hands down. She could feel his sweet flavoured tongue exploring the caverns of her mouth—it tingled her tastebuds immensely when his saliva mixed with hers. Good God! He tasted so sweet!

It was no surprise that this man had a sweet tooth. And just like his sweet tooth, his kisses were always sugar coating a deceitful lie. A lie that was caramelising in a rich flavour of sugar—it gave her a toothache. Prima Donna could taste it. The lingering flavour of mint from his kiss; a taste that Gojo normally chewed on when he sucked on a minty candy. She might have gotten slightly addicted to this sugar rush that flooded through from the back of her throat. But Prima Donna damn well knew, just how dangerous a sweet tooth could be.

"What's up with you?", she asked out of breath.

His thumb rubbed her bottom lip, "Nothing."

"Nothing? That's it?"

"I just felt like kissing you. Can't I kiss my fiancée?", he smiled.

Gojo pulled her body a little closer to his chest as he slid his arms around her waist. He had his forehead against her shoulder while his lips fluttered a few pecks of kisses on her collarbone. Gojo was an odd man to be reckoned with. He might have his blood covered hands messing around with a toy playfully, but it was often shaded with hidden intentions. Whether it'd be out of malicious thoughts or out of pure curiosity, there was always a meaning behind every action he took. But today certainly took a turn.

From all the few years that Prima Donna had known him for, Gojo had never looked this defenceless before. At least, not in front of her eyes. Prima Donna began to taste the sudden, returning flavour of a minty candy that tingled in her mouth. She didn't want another bad addiction to get caught up in her mind when her tongue had already familiarised itself with his sweet flavoured mouth. In fact, Prima Donna hated the idea of it. Ever since she was a little girl, she grew up with a bitter tastebud. Prima Donna never had a sweet tooth.

Because she simply hated sweet things.