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
Miles My father is unbelievable.No-ridiculous. That's the better word to describe him. What sane person finds a nineteen-year-old bride for their thirty-nine-year-old son?I clench my jaw, the memory of our last conversation playing on repeat in my head."This is insane," I mutter to myself. "What does he take me for? A predator? A pervert? A...phidophile?" I stumble over the word, the disgust in my voice palpable. "God, it's sick."Yes, she's technically an adult, but the twenty-year age gap makes my skin crawl. How does he expect me to wake up next to someone barely out of high school and call her my wife?I scoff, shrugging my jacket off. "No way. There's no way I'm agreeing to this."Still, the question gnaws at me: Who are her parents? What kind of people marry off their daughter to a man almost twice her age?I glance down at the woman kneeling before me, sucking my dick, her doe eyes looking up like I'm her savior. Fuck off.I pull away from her without a word, my disgust no
Cheryl It took me an agonizingly long time, not to mention some nerve-racking critical thinking, to decide between Physics and Applied Mathematics for my major.Guess which one I chose?Yes, Applied Mathematics.I know, I know-I'm starting to regret it.Don't get me wrong, I'm doing fine in all my courses, but now I can't shake the feeling that choosing Physics would've given me the best of both worlds: an insight into both mathematics and physics. But then again, the decision is made. There's no point dwelling on it.I rubbed my sweaty palms together, hesitating before opening the email I'd received from Tonyhan. I had applied for an internship there this summer a week ago and sent a follow-up today. My portfolio had been impressive, but the nerves were still there, I guess that's normal.I tapped on my iPad screen, immediately closing my eyes, too scared to look. Slowly, I opened them, heart racing as I read through the message."Yes!" I leapt up, heart pounding as I saw the accept
MilesI didn't quite understand why everyone was looking at me like I had paint on my face. Was I really that late? The table had already been cleared, but thankfully, I wasn't hungry. I shrugged off my coat and handed it to Chris."Hi, everyone," I mumbled as I took my seat. "Annyeonghaseyo, appa," I greeted my father.I was born and raised here, but my dad insisted I learn Korean-so did my mom whenever I was with her. My eyes scanned the dining room, searching for any other females, other than the middle-aged woman with dark hair glaring at me and the blonde girl who was practically drooling over me.Then, my gaze fell on the soft, quiet creature sitting across from me.She couldn't meet my eyes, her gaze focused on her hands. I didn't understand why my dad was so obsessed with having me marry someone of Korean descent, but at least it wasn't the drooling blonde.I stretched my hand across the table, gently taking hers. "What's your name?" I asked."Cheryl," she replied shyly, not l
Cheryl Just as my father-in-law left the room, splash! Cold water poured over me, drenching my dress and sending a shiver down my spine. I flinched and grabbed a hand towel."Oh, I'm sorry! It was an accident," my stepmother whined, her voice dripping with faux innocence.We both knew it wasn't. Everyone in the room did.I didn't need to think too hard to connect the dots. Anthony Han was the CEO of Tonyhan, the tech giant that made everything from mobile phones to cutting-edge gadgets the very company I had applied to for an internship. And now, his son Miles was my fiancé.My family must have been blind to what Miles looked like, or they would never have insisted I'd be miserable with him. "Daddy! Why does this good-for-nothing girl get to marry someone like Miles Han?" Dia, my stepsister, shrieked, her voice sharp enough to pierce through glass. "He's too good for her! She deserves someone as pathetic as she is.""C'mon, Dia," my father said, smirking as he fed her ego. "He's not
MilesMy mom and sister had flown in for my wedding, which was happening tomorrow. My twin sister, Minnie, is the CEO of Tonyhan in London. We grew up there, where my dad started the company-London being the oldest and most prestigious branch. But after my parents' divorce, my dad moved to America, and for some inexplicable reason, I joined him after college.Don't ask me why I chose to live with him if he is a pain in my ass. Even I can't even answer that.We were lounging under the blazing summer sun by the pool at our family home. Minnie and her eldest daughter were splashing in the water, while her youngest was napping on my mom, who sat in the shade next to me."I can't believe my son is getting married, and I still haven't met the bride," my mom remarked for what felt like the millionth time."Eommaaa, I offered to bring her to meet you yesterday, but you refused," I replied, rolling my eyes."I haven't met her either," Minnie chimed in, flopping onto the chair beside Mom."I ca
MilesI stood at the doorway of the bride's room, frustratedly searching my collar for the tag that was poking me. I don't know why she hasn't noticed me, but I have been standing here for quite a while now.“Are you uncomfortable?” I asked, walking into her room. She immediately turned around, her face covered in ridiculous makeup.“Are you wearing a coat on your wedding day?” Her eyes widened as she stared at me with a smile on her face.“Tsssk, I'm obsessed with coats, what can I say?” I said, shrugging off my coat. “Are you comfortable?” I asked again, watching her smile drop at my question.“They won't let me wear the gown I choose and I can't even feel my face under all this ridiculous makeup,” her shoulders sagged.I scanned the room until my eyes landed on the box I was searching for, wipes. I walked over to it and picked it up, going back to the bride. I pulled out a piece and began wiping out her makeup.“You should do what you want to do and wear what you want to wear,” I s
Cheryl I made breakfast. Waffles, toasts, eggs, orange juice and fruits- grapes and strawberries. I had intentionally asked for Gavin's phone number to ask him what Mr Han likes. Deeply I was scared of intimacy the moment I heard I was going to be getting married. Since Mr Han has promised me nothing like that would happen, I didn't expect my fear to be replaced by guilt instead of happiness.If he is going to feed me and provide for me and not touch me then I have to work to at least earn everything he is going to be spending on me. Not that cooking counts but the extra efforts I used in preparing this does count.I also plan to clean his room, the house and do his laundry, also wash his car if Chris allows me because he blatantly refused this morning.“Mr. Han, good morning,” I smiled, seeing him watch me with furrowed eyebrows from the Stairs.“What are you doing?” He asked, an eyebrow arched.“I made breakfast,” I said. “Why?” He asked, putting his coat aside but before it reac
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