“You took her from me…. You watched me suffer… all the while knowing that you did this. You said nothing. You watched me break and believe I pushed her to do that…and yet, it was never her choice.” Jyeon’s lost in his misery and thoughts, and Yoonha starts clawing at his arms to fight back. He cannot breathe while he has his forearm pressing against his throat and windpipe. His eyes bulging and face reddening several shades darker as he gasps out. Jyeon is mad enough to keep pushing if I don’t intervene.
“Stop it…. stop it. You’re suffocating him. Jyeon, stop!!” I manage to slide to their side and start prying them apart with newfound strength and effort. Getting an arm between them so I can place a palm on Jyeon’s chest and start shoving with all my might. I haul at his elbow with my free hand and mentally beg him to respond to me. It releases his hold a little as Yoonah inhales erratically and hits
I pad out of Jyeon’s bathroom and into his bedroom, where he’s stretched out on the massive bed with one arm over his face after showering. I, too, have showered and dried my hair. I’m dressed in the spare clothes I brought with me, feeling a little less emotionally overwrought after taking some time to concentrate on a nothing task. My recovery capabilities these past two years have become almost superhuman.It's not even noon yet, but the shades in his penthouse apartment are closed to block the world out, and we agreed we both needed some downtime to process the craziness of the past couple of days. To stay here for the day, sleep, eat, talk. Greta agreed we should do this after I told her everything on the phone when I got out of the shower and cried a lot. It was surreal and painful to finally put a pin in the one thing that has plagued me all this time.She is as blown away as I am that my accident indeed was an accident, and Yoonah never
“Are you serious right now? I thought I was the one who talked about running away, and you told me to give you more time. Even Greta says running is dumb.”“Yeah, but I’d be coming with you, so that’s allowed. See what life you built there and have my first real vacation in years. I think given you did it for a couple of years, I should be allowed a month or two.”“What about OLO? Your work… Mother? Apologising to Yoonah?” I press him, not sure if he is being serious but starting to think through the possibility of going home and seeing everyone while not losing him in the process. A month or two with Jyeon on the island.. like this. Exploring, showing him my life, while no Mother, no Yoonha, no overhanging OLO, or make-believe amnesia anymore. It sounds like bliss.“I’ll deal with them, I swear, but I’m the president… I have staff and an assistant who are capable. How do you think I
We kiss for only a few seconds, moving into heavy making out. My lips part further to accommodate him as he slides his tongue in to caress mine. Devouring me with restraint until I make an involuntary groan under my breath with how responsive my body is being. My hands slide up around his jaw to keep him close. I'm practically dragging him to me because I want him so badly I can barely contain it.It’s a combination of the low lighting, the being completely alone, everything we have shared and let out this past twenty-four heightening emotions. I feel like we have talked so much more than we ever did and cleared the air, built a deeper connection. Now we’re lying nose to nose on a bed and making out while barefoot, and I am very susceptible to how hard his abs are. How muscular and much bigger than me he is, as his hands roam over my ass and tugs me into what he has going on in his pants. He smells divine and feels even better.All reminders of Jyeon the lo
He remembers everything about my body and how we used to find an orgasm together. His other arm stretches up to cup my breast and pushes the loose lace aside so he can feel out my nipple to manipulate, pinch and rub it. I always responded well to having that done to me. It has me writhing under his touch, humming, and panting because I can’t control how good this is, yet I am yearning for more. His tongue is out of this world good, but I know what’s in his pants is better. I want to feel sated and filled up. I want his body on top of me to cling to. To calm my thrashing around and have his mouth back on mine.“Jyeon……” I moan, grabbing his arm with one hand and pulling it in hopes he follows. Distracting him from what he’s set on doing. “I’m ready.”“You don’t want to cum like this?” He asks hoarsely, stopping to question it while the rushing tingles and all-over body goosebumps start to di
Jyeon makes love to me, eyes locked on mine, with occasional kisses as we move in unison and breathe it out together. I am panting, moaning, heating up where skin touches skin, and closing my eyes to savor the sensations. So in love with him and unable to control the soaring sense of utter adoration this is causing me to have at being this way with him. If I thought I was done for before, now I am completely hooked and have no chance of recovery.You can’t get any more intimate with someone than having him make love to you while staring deep into your soul. Removing all last traces and doubts about his feelings for me and healing parts I never thought were capable of being healed. Connected in all ways and finding the place I belong in his arms after years of feeling like half a person. My body is building towards a monumental climax as he lets go of one of my hands and slides his fingers between us to play with my clit.Jyeon hits home harder, putting more into
“I’m going to….” I breathe the words out, being bounced with every slam, yet it grows and builds inside of me like an epic explosion. Dampness soaking me between the thighs and up to his groin, I know I am about to meet the stars. I cannot perform simple tasks like talking anymore, so wrapped up inside my sensations. Memories of epic orgasms prompting me to mentally ask myself why I avoided sex and even self-pleasure all these years. I was missing this.Jyeon takes that as a signal to annihilate me completely. I was wrong if I thought he was being pretty hard on my body and screwing me blind. His grip on my hair tightens, so my chin points to the ceiling. His hand on my ass digs into my skin and causes such acute pain-pleasure that I moan loudly, and he ups the speed to inhumane levels, so I’m being destroyed by skill. I cannot take it at all. Pounded so hard, the damp runs down my inner thigh, and I scream with every connection, feeling like he
“I’m too tired.” I moan at Jyeon as he drags me along by the hand, fingers interlaced, yet he doesn’t care about my whining and protests. Dragging me into the OLO building at seven at night after we slept half the day. Despite being curled up in his arms in slumberland, I am not yet recovered because he hasn’t fed me due to the lack of food in his rarely used apartment. He admitted he eats out or with Bryant at work most days, and now I am starting to see his boat is more of a home.“Baby, it’s only for a few minutes, then we can go take Greta some food and eat with her. I need to sign some papers before my secretary leaves. She said they need to be done tonight. We can pick up Bryant and have ourselves a cozy double date.”He refused to leave me in the car in the parking garage, swearing he should be glued to my hip for the foreseeable future because he misses me when he’s not. I eyeroll at the side of his head, du
“Thank you so much for coming. I was thrilled when you agreed to lunch here, and it’s so nice to meet you, Greta, finally.” Mother welcomes us in with enthusiasm, stopping each of us to hug us as we walk in warmly. We were shown into the main living room by the housekeeper, where mother seemed to have been pacing like a restless cat awaiting our arrival. She’s not shy in wrapping her arms around me first, enveloping me in the tightest bear hug, and giving me a cheek kiss before doing the same to Greta. Her enthusiasm for us being here evident in her beaming smile and high energy.Greta assured me she wanted to do this and finally meet the woman she used to despise with a mindset of giving her the benefit of the doubt. Seeing the life I once lived, knowing the rules and culture of the wealthy society I came from, getting to know Jyeon and Bryant better has changed her perspective on a few things. Knowing my mother has remorse and genuine feelings
One Year Later (final chapter)“Here, watch your step. Take my arm. Be careful, baby.” Jyeon catches me by the elbow as we make our way down the cobbles embedded in soft grass that are a bit slippy from light rain. It’s a beautiful day, drying out from yesterday’s weather as the sun starts to climb, and the birds are singing loudly as though to welcome us here again. We come often, yet the beauty of this place never ceases to please me.I’m carrying a box of plants and flowers, concentrating on leading the way while he makes sure I stay steady. I am focused on today’s task list in my head as it seems we have a jam-packed schedule today. It’s Yoonies birthday, and we have a family tea party after this.“I’m fine. We’re almost there.” I turn back, screwing up my nose and making a silly face at the bundle of joy nestled in his arms that always puts me in a good mood and melt when I get a giggled response. Big brown eyes set in the sweetest face and the cutest dimples, resembling his dadd
I follow Jyeon around behind the estate agent as she shows us the third property today, and I’m a little bored with endless beige walls and marble kitchen counters. It seems to sell, everyone removes all personality from the buildings, and they blend into a see of neutral boringness. Jyeon seems rooted with interest, and all I keep thinking about is how soon we can eat. Fed up with this already.My fingers are held snugly in his as he takes command and leads the way, pulling me along like a tired toddler to view endless open spaces and listen to the droning agent describe the light and airy feel. He seems aware of my lack of interaction. Asking her questions and pointing out things I might like in this property instead of the others to coax me to respond. So far, I haven’t seen many differences to care.I’m so tired and done with this today. Aching all over and back with a shitty morning of nausea and fatigue that’s dragging my mood down.
I prop my chin in my palms while resting my elbows on the table and gaze out over the sea view from the second floor of the shack. Relaxed, and I’m tired today.“Here we go, ladies.” Bryant slides the plates in front of us, wearing a kitchen apron and looking domesticated today. He’s been learning the ropes of working the kitchen with Greta and helping her cook because apparently he’s a master chef, and it’s been his hidden talent for years. She doesn’t seem too enamored with him muscling into her domain, but she hasn’t stopped him either. I wonder if this is him trying to infiltrate because he knows this is a long-term thing for him, and his future lies in helping with the shack.“What is it?” Greta pipes up, gazing up at him across the table from me, and then picks up a fork to prod the pasta with suspicion. No one gives Bryant a hard time like she does, but it’s amusing.“Seafood pasta wi
I’m lying on the couch of the boat, idly watching daytime tv, and keep checking my cell for any messages from Jyeon at the council meeting. Restless, yet I don’t have the energy to do much about it and hate that my own body prevented me from going there. This was my baby, and this is an essential step in proceeding with the plans for the island.Nothing so far, complete radio silence, and I sigh dejectedly, turning on my side and pausing as another wave of nausea laps over me like warm ocean water. A prickling of heat and then cold showering every inch of my skin in a motion that’s happened frequently since I woke up. I hold very still until it passes and then exhale with relief when it dies down again. My brain fixated on the endlessness of waiting here alone, even though the reality is it hasn’t been long at all. Jyeon refused to leave until the last minute because he didn’t want me to fend for myself, and I know he’ll rush right ba
“Hey, sleepyhead. Do you want breakfast?” Jyeon’s gentle voice filters through my sleep-addled brain as warmth envelopes my downward-facing body. Content and heavy in my haven of bliss and not willing to budge just yet, even with his coaxing. I am star-shaped on the double bed and sinking into my comfy softness. His breath on my cheek and fingers lightly skim through my hair, tingling my scalp before he leans in and kisses me with soft grazing on the temple. Cosily snuggled against me, I flicker my eyes open and come around properly.“Hmmm, what time is it?” I stifle a gentle yawn, too relaxed to lift my head or open my eyes. I could get used to this vacation existence with him. For three days, all we did was play in the sand and sea, have sex, eat, and sleep. I’m exhausted still, as though I haven’t slept, so it has to be ridiculously early. We sailed back to the harbor yesterday evening and had ourselves an early night in prep for t
“You look beautiful. Jyeon is the luckiest man alive.” Mother takes my hand at the car door and helps me slide out, adjusting my simple cream lace dress that reaches the ground and fluffing my hair before handing me my bouquet back. It’s fitted down to my thighs and then flairs out enough for a bit of drama in a mermaid tail shape, and today my hair is curled and swept to one side. I feel glamorous and pretty, eager to get moving and see Jyeon.Jyeon wanted to do this right and slept at the hotel last night with Bryant, leaving the boat for me, mother, and Greta to have ourselves a girly bonding sleepover. It was only one night, and yet I missed him like crazy. I haven’t seen him since he kissed me goodbye after supper and told me today was the start of the rest of our lives. It was a long night, and I swear it’s been days instead of hours.I’m nervous even though it seems so stupid to be, given I have known him forever, and this is
Jyeon leads the way up a narrow path worn down and not defined all too well, but a pretty walk through the trampled grass. Lined with trees and shrubs in a secluded part of the island, which took thirty minutes to drive to and I’m shocked he managed to find this place.“Where does this lead, and how did you even find out about it?” I have a tight grasp on his hand as he guides me and stops every few minutes to check my footing, although it’s a pretty easy walk and not steep either. It’s a casual meander through nature, and we come out on top of the most breathtaking flat top with short grass due to some wild horses we saw near the makeshift car park further back. It’s a plateau on a cliff that’s not as high as my thinking spot but looks out over the island's north side where there’s no sign of the village or harbor and feels crazily secluded.“The lady in the bakers told me about it and set it up on my phone app wit
I push the paperwork aside to allow one of the twins to slide the sandwich platter on the table between the four of us and smile her way warmly. Watching as the other lays out four glasses of iced soda to help fuel us for a few more hours. Such attentive employees and I already decided with Greta to keep them as full-time staff when we boost the Shack’s incoming.“Thank you. You’re a star.” I am completely starving after sitting here all morning while we trash out details and plans for the island for the fourth day in a row, and Bryant is taking notes to help draw up the proposal. Jyeon gave him the assignment to work here for two weeks while we do this, and he’s not complaining, even if his legal department is without a head and constantly calls for guidance. He’s been glued to Greta since he got here and now side by side, facing us; I can tell Greta is happy. She still won’t admit they’re officially a couple, yet she blooms wh
Jyeon reaches inside the leather jacket of his causal attire today and tugs out a small bunch of keys. Not hesitating before pulling the right one with a single hand and unlocking the door. Clunk, click…the opening of the vault of my fears.“Ladies first.” He swings it open in front of us and steps aside, letting my hand go to make a move, and I stand frozen as it comes into slow view. My breath hitching as it feels like my heart skips a beat, and my blood runs cold in my veins.The neutral decorated and modern interior is so anally clean and neat that I always liked. Everything had a place, and I never could deal with clutter or lots of art and mess, so it’s pretty organized and minimal, yet the atmosphere is heavy. I can almost visualize the sharp-suited and cold me of old sitting at that large arc of a desk by the windows. Head down, expression blank and barking orders at the poor secretary who resided there. Her desk is vacant and free from