MilesI waited, eyes fixed on the entrance, barely paying attention to whatever Mrs. Crown was saying. I hummed at intervals, pretending to be engaged, but my thoughts were elsewhere. If I was this restless, I could only imagine how Cheryl was going to handle tonight.I swapped my empty glass of champagne for a full one, checking my watch again. She's late. And that's already one of her points gone—losing before she even started."Are you waiting for someone?" Mrs. Crown asked, clearly noticing my impatience."Hmm?" I turned to her with a polite smile. "Yes. My wife."Her eyes widened in shock.It was no secret that I was married, but since Cheryl had never attended an event with me, rumors had spread. Some claimed my wedding was a PR stunt. Others suggested my wife was too unattractive to be seen in public. I didn't care about any of it. The only reason I ever acknowledged my marriage in public was to keep certain women—married and single—from throwing themselves at me.I lifted my g
Miles I pulled open the car door for Cheryl, and she slipped inside. Chris drove us home."You did great, in case you were wondering," I said."Oh, I wasn't wondering," she replied confidently. "I know I did great."I smirked. Cocky little thing.We walked into the house and had dinner together before heading upstairs. I took a shower in my room, changed into something comfortable, and stepped out of my closet to find Cheryl already buried under my duvet.Right. I almost forgot—we had to sleep next to each other now.Sliding into bed beside her, I glanced over. Her skin was like milk, smooth and soft under the dim light. Her nightdress did little to conceal the way her breasts threatened to spill out, her hair scattered across the pillows like a damn invitation."Mr. Han," she broke the silence, staring at the ceiling.I raised a brow. "I thought you weren’t allowed to call me that. Have you forgotten already?"She hummed. "I did. It feels weird to call you baby or Miles when we're a
Miles My fingers trailed slowly up her toned belly before I pinched both of her erect nipples, rolling them between my fingers. Fuck. I wanted those sensitive buds in my mouth, wanted to feel them squashed against my chest.Our eyes met—hers hazy with desire, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She was aroused.I pushed her wet hair behind her ears, my hands sliding up to cup her face. Tilting her head up, I kissed her again, hard and deep. Kissing her was intoxicating—I couldn’t get enough. I needed more. I could drown in her lips and never come up for air.My hands wandered down to her waist, gripping her firmly before lifting her. She wrapped her legs around my torso, my cock pressing dangerously close to her warm, soaked pussy. Pressing her back against the cool, wet tiles, I held her up effortlessly, my hands gripping her thick ass.My lips left hers, trailing down to her breasts. I took one hardened nipple into my mouth, flicking my tongue around the tight bud before sucking
Cheryl “So, you and Mr. Han finally fucked?” Anna asked as we walked toward the library.“No! Gosh,” I groaned, scrunching my face at her.“But I saw you kissing him before you got out of his car,” she argued.I snatched the chocolate bar from her and took a bite. “Spying on me now?” I hissed. “Well, we haven’t fucked… yet. But if you tell me how you managed to get yourself into a relationship with Dr. King, I’ll tell you what happened this morning.” I smirked, willing myself not to flush at the memory of what had transpired between Mr. Han and me.“No story there, Cheryl. I seduced him, we fucked, and there’s a minuscule chance we’re in love,” she said casually.I let out a loud, fake laugh. “You are a joke, Anna.” I rolled my eyes.“Tell me what happened between you and Mr. Han,” she quipped, nudging me.“Well…” I whispered, feeling a blush creep up my face. “We’re trying to act like a married couple now.”She nodded knowingly. “I figured—you’re wearing your ring again.”“Yeah. So,
Cheryl “You’re gonna get Daddy so fucking hard, sucking your breasts, aren’t you?” Miles coaxed, his voice thick with desire. His words only made me wetter—so much wetter. “Yeah,” I whimpered, watching as he pulled my bra down, exposing my erect nipples. Goosebumps prickled across my skin. He cupped my breasts gently, teasing my nipple with his tongue before taking it into his warm mouth, sucking hard, igniting a fire deep inside me. I was so fucking aroused. My toes curled in my boots as Mr. Han pulled out my other breast, rolling my perky nipple between his fingers, playing with it like he knew exactly what it did to me. The pleasure was overwhelming—hot, consuming. It felt like I was going to explode. My lips quivered, trembled with pure ecstasy. Miles just knew how to pleasure me. “Ohh, yes… keep sucking me, Miles,” I whimpered, grinding my hips against him, my throbbing pussy rubbing against his rock-hard bulge. “Daddy’s so hard from sucking your juicy breasts
Miles Such a naughty little tease, touching my dick in public. I was going to punish her so badly since she wanted to be a slut. She was a little tipsy but still fully aware of her actions and their consequences. I pulled her into our dimly lit room, too impatient to turn on the brighter lights. Her breath hitched as I grabbed both her wrists, holding them behind her, guiding her to kneel on the bed. She fell forward, her cheek pressing into the soft sheets, her back arching instinctively. "Naughty girl," I murmured, my voice low and deliberate. "Teasing me in public, ignoring my warnings. You think that goes without punishment?” I slid her dress up, revealing the lace that barely covered her. The sight made something dark and possessive coil inside me. I spanked her, earning a slutty little whimper from her. Such a whore, she is enjoying her punishment. "Apologize," I ordered, my voice rough. Her breath came in shallow pants. "Oppa…" Another sharp sound as my hand
Miles I was in the middle of a damn meeting—a very important meeting—with the president when Cheryl called me for the fifth time. I ignored it at first, but then my phone vibrated again. I sighed, slipping it out of my pocket and pressing it to my ear. “Oppa,” she cried. My entire body went still. She was crying. Sniffling heavily. Oh, God. “Excuse me,” I muttered, practically bolting out of the room. “Baby, what’s wrong? Where are you?” “I was driving and then…” I froze. “Driving? Who the hell let you drive? Where the fuck is Chris?” “I don’t even know,” she sobbed. “Cheryl, do you need me to come? Just tell me where you are, and I’ll be there.” “I’m on the roadside… on the way home.” “I’m coming, baby. Stay right there.” I didn’t care that I had just barged out of a meeting with the goddamn president. The only thing on my mind was getting to her. I stepped on the gas, speeding like I had something to prove. My heart pounded as I scanned the road,
Cheryl I was in Mr. Han’s pretty lake, enjoying my day off. The sun was setting, painting the sky in soft pinks and oranges. The water around me shimmered with the fading light, warm against my skin. Then I heard footsteps approaching from around the bushes. My heart skipped, and I instinctively swam closer to the wooden bridge. “Oppa?” I called out. Miles emerged, looking utterly exhausted—his suit slightly rumpled, dark circles etched beneath his heavy-lidded eyes. He hadn't come home last night. They were working on something new, something that required all of his attention. Even so, he managed a smile. “Hey, baby.” His voice was hoarse, rough like he hadn’t slept in days. I pouted. “Oh my God, you look so tired.” He chuckled, but I didn’t find it funny. I hated when he overworked himself. I understood why he did it—it was the reason he had everything he did, everything we had. But what if one day he just collapsed? Slumped over his desk and never woke up? I didn’t even w
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