Miles I sat at the dining table, pushing the food around my plate, pretending like I wasn't just jerking off to the image of Cheryl in that wet bikini. My chest tightened as the memory intruded again, followed by the moment I ripped our marriage certificate. “Ahem,” Minnie cleared her throat, her tone dripping with mischief. I glanced up and caught the smirk playing on her lips. “Why did you both take so long? Were you…” “Shut up,” I snapped, cutting her off before she could finish the thought. “Sorry,” she muttered, rolling her eyes, but the smug grin didn’t entirely fade. My gaze shifted to Cheryl. Her bloodshot eyes and downcast face made guilt churn in my stomach. I didn’t understand her. Hell, I didn’t understand women, period. One moment she was calling me a groomer, and the next, she was crying because I suggested boundaries. Unable to bear the oppressive silence and the odd glances my mom and Minnie kept throwing my way, I pushed back my chair. “Good night,” I mutter
Cheryl“Are you crying?” Chris’s concerned voice cut through the quiet.“No,” I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper.“Then why are you out here? It’s freezing,” he said, draping his jacket over my shoulders.“I like being cold,” I replied, though I secretly appreciated the gesture.“Is it Mr. Han?” Chris asked softly.I sighed, frustration bubbling to the surface. “He hates me.”“What happened? I noticed you two haven’t been... close lately,” he pressed, his brows knitting together.I hesitated, guilt twisting in my chest. “You know what happened to me, right?” I asked, needing to start at the beginning so he wouldn’t judge me too harshly.Chris nodded, shivering slightly. “Yeah.”I took a deep breath. “Mr. Han and I promised not to touch each other, ever. But when I’m close to him... I see the way he reacts. It scared me. I—I do feel safe with him, but I freaked out and said something terrible. Something I didn’t mean.”“Ah,” Chris exhaled, a look of realization crossing his fac
Miles The way she said my name—Miles—itched at my brain. It was the first time she’d ever called me by my first name. Did it mean she wanted us to be more casual now? No.As much as I loved hearing her say it, we couldn’t go back. If we wanted to survive this mess, we had to keep our distance.My phone buzzed on my desk, snapping me out of my thoughts. Gavin’s name flashed on the screen.“You’re going to kill the girl, Miles,” his voice boomed as soon as I picked up.“What? Who?” I asked, frowning in confusion.“Cheryl,” he snapped. “She called me, wailing about how you’re avoiding her.”“What the fuck? Stay the hell out of my marriage,” I hissed.“Now she’s your wife? I thought you ripped up the marriage certificate,” he shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm.“My mistake for telling you that,” I muttered.“Look, just bring her to the island. She’s miserable, Miles. If you won’t, I will,” Gavin warned before hanging up.His words hit a nerve. I slammed my phone down, packed my t
Cheryl I had been staring at my phone for hours, waiting anxiously for Gavin’s text. He had promised to convince Mr. Han to let me come to the island, even though I hadn’t fully recovered yet. And he’d said Anna could come too. Finally, the notification pinged, and I opened his message. Gavin: Yay! We’re on our way. A smile spread across my face, but it disappeared just as quickly when a tennis ball smacked me in the nose. “Anna!” I whined, clutching my face. She doubled over in laughter. “Why the hell are you grinning like that? You look like a cat that just caught a bird.” “Silly,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Mr. Han said I can go to the island—and you’re coming too!” Anna squealed, her excitement infectious. “Really? Oh my God! This is going to be amazing!” She started jumping around, her loose ponytail bouncing as she danced. Anna was the type of nerd you couldn’t put in a box. She wore trendy glasses and shirts that never quite reached her knees, loved to eat and party,
Miles The only sound in my office was the gentle drip of coffee pouring into my mug. I hadn’t seen Cheryl or her friend all evening—not that I was keeping tabs. I’d been buried in work, but the thought of the two of them unsupervised gnawed at me. It was fine if they had fun, but I didn’t want them getting into trouble.I grabbed my mug and returned to my desk, trying to focus on the never-ending pile of work. This week was supposed to be a break for me, but the demands of my position didn’t seem to care. My phone lit up, Gavin’s name flashing on the screen.“Hey,” I said, placing the phone to my ear and taking a sip of coffee.“Cheryl’s drunk,” Gavin said, his voice slurred but serious. “You need to come get her. I don’t trust myself to—”“Gavin!” I snapped, anger flaring instantly.I could hear his stupid laugh in the background, mingled with loud music and shouting. The sound was maddening. Without thinking, I slammed my phone onto the desk and bolted out the door, heading straigh
Cheryl“I think your boobs are going to fall out of your dress,” Anna said, her voice laced with genuine concern. Her eyes, however, remained glued to my chest.I rolled my eyes. “Can you stop staring at my boobs for one second? Seriously.”“Sorry, but I’m worried!” she replied with a smirk.I sighed, turning my attention back to my drink. I swirled the liquid in the glass, resting my head on my propped-up hand. Around us, the room buzzed with laughter and conversation, couples enjoying their night together. Meanwhile, Anna and I sat at our table like two misfits sulking in the corner.“Why are you so grumpy? Because Mr. Daddy Han refused to fuck you?” Anna teased, her voice low but her grin wide.I gasped, my eyes darting around in horror. “Anna! Are you insane? Don’t say that out loud!” I hissed.She shrugged, clearly amused by my reaction.The truth was, her words stung because they weren’t entirely wrong. I was hurt. Miles—Mr. Han—had dismissed me so easily, telling me to find som
Cheryl I lingered in the corner, pretending to focus on my drink while stealing glances at Mr. Han. Deep down, I hated how easily he could break down my anger. He knew it, too—he always knew. His friends and their partners danced nearby, their laughter blending with the soft hum of music, but I couldn’t care less.When his gaze finally lifted, catching mine, my breath hitched. He looked utterly unbothered, leaning back in his chair with that knowing smirk of his, like he could see straight through me.“Come here, baby,” he said, tucking his phone into his pocket and unbuttoning his jacket. The casual gesture emphasized the power and confidence he exuded, making him look like some untouchable, irresistible sex god.I hesitated, but only for a moment. My body betrayed me before my mind could catch up. I walked toward him and settled on his lap, my head resting gently against his chest. His hand instinctively came up to stroke my hair, his fingers gliding through the strands with a tend
CherylI paced back and forth outside Mr. Han’s home office, my nerves rattling. Anna’s "Lessons to Seduce Mr. Han" replayed in my head like a mantra. Step one: stop calling him Mr. Han. But I couldn’t just call him by his first name. And “baby”? That felt way too bold.Taking a deep breath, I tiptoed to his door and gently pushed it open.“Baby, I know it’s you. What’s wrong? Come in,” his calm voice cut through my hesitation, soft and warm.I pushed the door wider and entered the room, my steps careful—not to be sneaky, but because the cold floor sent a chill up my legs.“Oppa,” I said softly, wrapping my arms around him from behind and pressing a small kiss to his cheek.He glanced at me with a faint smile. “Why would you call me that?” he asked, amusement lighting his face.“We’re Korean, aren’t we?” I teased lightly.As he adjusted in his chair, I noticed him pressing a hand to his shoulder, clearly in discomfort. He’d been working all day again. The man didn’t know how to rest.
Cheryl "Are you going to be at my graduation?" I asked Miles as I climbed off him.He needed to get back to work."We're leaving that day, but I'll be there," he assured me, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead before turning around."8 PM. You have to be home by then," I reminded him."Okay, Mrs. Han," he replied without looking back, then walked away.I turned to the sales attendant. "I'll take all of them," I said, reaching into my purse for Miles' card.After grabbing a few more things, Anna and I finally left."Where are we going?" Anna asked as Chris drove us."To get a tattoo," I said casually.Anna gasped, her eyes going wide. "You're finally getting a tattoo?" she exclaimed."Yeah. Miles got my name tattooed on his arm, so I'm going to get his name tattooed somewhere... more interesting," I teased."Aww, I love that! Where? On your ass?" she smirked.I scrunched up my nose. "No, girl. On my side, right above my ribs, close to my breast.""Ooooh, spicy," she grinned. "I should
Cheryl I hate that Kingsley wears a shirt with the word "SECURITY" plastered across it, like I’m some foreign princess in need of protection. We’re in the middle of a mall, for God’s sake. Nothing screams, Look at me! louder than an obvious bodyguard. But, of course, Mr. Han doesn’t listen to me.And then there’s Chris, walking ahead of me like his job depends on preventing me from even tripping.I turned to Anna, who was rambling about Professor King again.“Remind me how you got him to fuck you?” I asked, still genuinely baffled that their relationship was not only intact but thriving—even while living in different states.Even more shocking? Anna was staying loyal to him.I needed to know her secret. Maybe I could use it to finally get Mr. Han to fuck me too.Anna smirked. “I started visiting his office a lot—to seduce him, spend time with him, make sure he actually noticed me. He was cold at first, really dismissive. But remember that equation we struggled with? The one we agreed
Miles Cheryl is such a baby. She’s been sitting under that damn tree by the lake for hours just because she’s mad at me. And now? It’s raining.Pouring.She was completely soaked, her hair clinging to her face, her clothes sticking to her skin. And still, she wouldn’t come inside.I walked over and pressed a kiss to her cheek from behind.She pulled away instantly.The book she was holding was drenched—just like the rest of her. Even her shoes, abandoned beside her, were soaked through.I sighed. “Baby, don’t tell me you’ve been sitting here for hours, waiting for me to come and apologize.”I walked around the bench and sat beside her, reaching out to touch her hair.She slapped my hand away.I exhaled slowly. “I’m sorry you saw whatever you did on the Internet, but it’s not what it looks like. Jenny doesn’t even live here—she’s in London. She only came because we’re friends, and she needed my opinion on something important. That’s all. Just a discussion over lunch.”Cheryl rolled he
Cheryl We were supposed to be celebrating after writing the final paper of our final year in college, but guess what? Anna and I were heading home instead—because we had no friends or social skills that didn’t involve fucking older, rich men.Well, I haven’t technically fucked mine, so.“Did you know that sucking on a person’s tongue while kissing them drives them insane?” Anna said suddenly.I groaned, pressing my head against the car window. “I just literally graduated from college. I don’t want to learn anything anymore.”“Well, it does. I should try it sometime,” she mused, scrolling through her iPad.I frowned. “How the fuck do you even suck a person’s tongue while kissing them?”“You wouldn’t know,” she said, smirking. “All you and Mr. Han do is hug. And unfortunately, you have no past experience either.”I rolled my eyes and scoffed, smacking her thigh.“Oh, you don’t want to know the things we’ve done,” I teased.“What? Slept on the same bed? Because apparently, he’s being ta
CherylI mouthed a quick thank you to the kind gentleman who opened the car door for me.“You’re welcome, ma’am,” he responded.Ma’am?Weird. Do I look that old already?Shaking off the thought, I walked into Tonyhan, memories of my first day here flooding back. I had walked in as a helpless girl—one being tossed into a marriage she didn’t want, one who couldn’t even afford to pay for her internship uniform.Now?Now, I walk around with a giant stone on my finger, married to a billionaire who also happens to be the CEO—one who, of course, adores me.“Hannah,” I waved at the receptionist like I always did.“Good afternoon, Mrs. Han. I hope you’re having a great day?” she said, her tone formal.I froze for a second.Mrs. Han?When did she start calling me that?Weird. Again.I brushed it off and made my way through the lounge to the elevator, my nerves creeping in. I knew Mr. Han didn’t care, but there had been rumors. Everyone knew I was his wife now, and the gossip had started.Slande
Miles I woke up with a pounding headache. My body ached, but nothing compared to the weight in my chest.I felt terrible.For hurting her.For losing control.For failing to protect the one thing I swore to cherish.Why did I do that?Why did I get so angry?I should have been careful. I should have been gentle.Oh God.This is really bad.She’ll never forgive me. I don’t deserve to be forgiven.I reached into my drawer, pulling out the papers I had prepared, then made my way downstairs.When my eyes landed on Cheryl, my breath hitched.She looked… the same. Beautiful. Soft. Too soft for someone I had hurt.She smiled as soon as she saw me.“Oppa, you’re here. I was going to bring breakfast up to you. Do you feel better?”How can she still be nice to me after what I did?I ran a hand through my hair and held out the papers. She took them without hesitation.“I understand if you hate me now,” I said quietly. “If you don’t want anything to do with me, I get it. You’ll get alimony, anyt
Cheryl Miles finally made it through the window, landing with a soft thud before sighing heavily."Cheryl, it wasn't me. I swear. I didn’t do it—it must have been my dad," he said, his hands resting on his waist, frustration evident in his expression.My phone dinged.Anna.I opened the message and saw more photos. One of me walking out of the restaurant, captioned: Girl, you look so hot.Another one showed Miles smashing a camera.I giggled. That was kind of hot.Miles exhaled deeply. "Please, let’s go home," he said, sounding tired.I liked seeing him like this—frustrated, exasperated, desperate for me.Pressing my lips together, I slid onto the couch and turned off the lights. "No.""Fine," he muttered, shaking his head. "But I’m not leaving you again."He sat on the floor next to the couch, resting his head against my belly.I didn’t push him away. Didn’t throw a tantrum. Just let him stay there.Eventually, his breathing slowed, his body relaxing. He fell asleep like that, his f
Cheryl “Hi, Chris,” I said, slipping into the backseat. He had come to pick me up for my dinner with Mr. Han.“Cheryl,” he acknowledged curtly and started driving.I shook my head.Weird man.“Did you miss me?” I teased, watching for a reaction.“Absolutely not. I finally had some peace and quiet, thanks to you,” he deadpanned.I kicked his seat.Asshole.“Mr. Han is not going to be pleased with your outfit, ma’am,” he added, glancing at me through the rearview mirror.I smirked.Exactly what I wanted.The dress was a long black lace number, soft and delicate, with rich velvet covering my breasts. But the rest? Completely sheer. Anyone looking could make out the shape of my panties, the curve of my hips—every teasing hint of what lay beneath.When we arrived at the restaurant, I stepped out of the Tonyhan electric SUV, appreciating its sleek design. It was even better than the sports car version. As I walked inside, I noticed that the restaurant wasn’t crowded. The few patrons presen
Miles I found myself walking back into the library again.I didn’t want to be far from her anymore.Returning to her cubicle, I pulled her away from what she was doing and kissed her hard again.These past few days had been hell without her.It broke my heart knowing my princess had run away from me.She promised she would never break my heart, yet she left me in the dark.She should have come to me. She should have spoken to me.I love her—every part of her. I can’t live without her.Panting heavily, I took her lips again, our tongues tangling, completely aware that anyone could be watching us right now. But I didn’t care.I pulled away, not wanting to scare her, not wanting to hold her too tightly.I’m learning to be soft on her.I’m learning to be soft for her.“Please tell me whenever I’m too much, okay?” I murmured.She held my face, her fingers warm and delicate.“You are never too much,” she whispered, running her tongue across those pretty lips of hers.God.I played with her