Chapter 3
At some point, Haejoo had erased Mancheol from her mind, and now she was panting as she felt Seungjo.
Just like his dazzling appearance, Seungjo’s bare body was beautifully sculpted with refined muscles.
Under such a body, Haejoo cried and moaned endlessly. From her feet to her cheeks, red marks bloomed where Seungjo kissed her whole body.
Seungjo’s stamina was far beyond what Haejoo imagined. He held and devoured her tirelessly until morning.
It was a night filled entirely by Seungjo.
It was also the night she fell into an unbearably sweet pleasure, as painful as Seungjo’s overwhelming presence.
‘Oh no, one night won’t be enough.’
And from that day on, Haejoo became Seungjo’s secret partner.
‘That night, I was more than satisfied with your body. I still want you. Everything about you turns me on.’
‘Of course, I don’t plan to date you. Didn’t you say you liked me? Well, if you enjoy it, and I get what I want from you, isn’t it a win-win?’
Haejoo couldn’t turn away from Seungjo’s arrogant voice, thick with desire.
Seungjo kissed her hotly, overlapping their bodies again. Every night, he either sought her out or called her to be with him.
Just as he warned, there was no love, no affection—only desire. Yet Haejoo’s one-sided love only grew stronger.
Recalling the past year, Haejoo felt her body heat up.
Her growing love and the way her body had become conditioned to Seungjo made her react instantly.
“Executive Director, not now. Please?”
“You want it, I want it. Why not?”
Seungjo furrowed his brows and skillfully undid Haejoo’s blouse. His eyes, burning with intense desire, stared down at her now-exposed skin.
“It’s been two days. I’ve had to relieve myself imagining you in my bed.”
Haejoo exhaled, flushed with heat.
“How are you so perfectly my type, huh?”
Seungjo teased with a sly flick of his tongue. In the end, Haejoo gasped and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Don’t let go tonight. Hold me tightly.”
Seungjo let out a satisfied chuckle and began to caress her more gently.
“Ah… Please don’t bite, Executive Director.”
“You’re too pretty not to.”
“Hngh…!”
“Weren’t you enjoying this too?”
He ran his fingers over her flushed, sensitive peak. His touch was always fiery, yet his expression rarely showed any sign of disturbance.
“Hngh… Executive Director…”
In bed, Seungjo was always this intense.
Haejoo tried not to be deluded, tried to steel herself—but the more his scent and touch engulfed her, the more her heart pounded.
“Stay over.”
“I’ll come by after work tomorrow. My elder’s at home tonight…”
Seungjo’s handsome lips curled in displeasure. As Haejoo glanced toward the suit pants that hinted at his arousal, he suddenly grabbed a vase on the bedside table and knocked it over.
“Executive Director…!”
“What was that noise?”
Na-ae, who had been approaching the bedroom, rushed over just as Seungjo walked out, unbuttoning his damp shirt.
“What happened to your clothes? Did Haejoo mess up?”
Na-ae, doting on her grandson, raised her voice.
“All this trouble just to place a gift in your room?!”
“I dropped the vase while trying to move it.”
“There’s a limit to mistakes! You’re not usually this clumsy…”
“I’d like to shower and rest now. When are you leaving?”
“I haven’t seen my grandson in two weeks! Now you’re asking me to leave right after arriving?”
“What’s there to see in a grandson who left home for over three years?”
Seungjo chuckled and walked past Na-ae into the dining room. He waited until the faint sound of Haejoo’s shaky breath from the bedroom settled.
“Sun Haejoo… aging backward or something? So cute.”
Remembering the way Haejoo trembled while accepting him, Seungjo let out a quiet laugh. The soft smile on his cold face didn’t match the image of someone soaked from a clumsy staff member’s mistake, making Na-ae uneasy.
“Just thinking about that time makes me explode inside! That’s why Sangyoon is in the president’s seat of Taehwa Group now, a seat meant for you!”
“Did you come here just to waste time reminiscing?”
“Ahem, no. I came to toast you! Our Executive Director Seungjo!”
Na-ae looked up proudly as Seungjo sipped sparkling water mixed with whiskey over ice. Unlike her boastful, reckless grandson Sangyoon, Seungjo was calm and collected. He was always eager to learn beyond what he was taught.
“By the way, where is she hiding after causing such a mess?”
Just then, Haejoo walked in with a composed face.
“My apologies, Executive Director.”
“I was the one who made the mistake.”
Seungjo lowered his glass and stared at Haejoo, who held a white towel in her clasped hands.
“Didn’t I say you didn’t have to clean up?”
“I’m sorry. I had to use the towel from your bathroom in a hurry.”
“How foolish. You could’ve called the butler instead of going all the way to the bathroom.”
“It’s easier for me to do it myself. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll wait in the car. Madam.”
“Honestly, what a mess on such a good day!”
As Haejoo turned and left, the overhead track lights scattered softly over her small shoulders. Her neck was faintly flushed, remembering the intimacy from earlier.
Sun Haejoo.
Even her name carried a delicate floral scent. She was clumsy, innocent, and even in bed, she retained her purity.
“Ah, Executive Director, please don’t do that. Kiss me instead. Just kiss, please. There… ah…”
She would cover her face in embarrassment and plead. That’s when Seungjo’s desire became too much. He would grasp her thighs and press deep between them.
Only after he made her cry would she show her hidden face—flushed, tearful, and lovely.
Seungjo smiled in satisfaction. His eyes glowed with desire as he watched Haejoo.
Perhaps that was why…
Sun Haejoo stirred something primal in him. No matter how deeply he kissed or took her, he always craved more. Even now, all he could think of was burying himself in her soft white skin.
That was their agreement, after all. And tonight, he planned to have her all night long.
As her scent lingered, a ticklish heat rose from deep within him.
With eyes full of burning desire, Seungjo spoke in a calm, icy voice:
“Now that you’ve taken over the Management Support Department from Sangyoon, isn’t that a good sign? Let’s solidify your position.”
“Of course.”
“Do you remember the promise we made when you left home? That Taehwa Group would eventually be yours.”
“Have I ever broken a promise?”
Seungjo replied indifferently.
Sun Haejoo, transfer 1 million won to your uncle’s account right now!
On her way to work, Haejoo regretted answering a call from her uncle, Mancheol.
You remember my elementary school buddy Gwangsik? His son’s getting married, and he sent an invitation. It’s a fancy hotel—do you expect me to show up in shabby clothes? I need a decent suit and shoes!
