Volume 1

Tak, tak, tak. It had been thirty minutes already since I'd slammed my handbag against the innocent wall. I stared at my phone, which hadn't received a single message, and finally typed out another one.

Ajusshiㅡㅡ If you don't show up in thirty minutes, we're really done.

This time I won't forgive you.

"You bastard, you crazy fuck... I'm not letting you get away with this."

The sender was, of course, Han Joo-eon. Exactly one week ago, he'd sent a text saying he was leaving for Singapore with his wife and then vanished without a trace. In that entire week, not a single message or call.

Now he wants to focus on his wife? No fucking way. When he tricked me—a twenty-three-year-old girl—into becoming his mistress, that was fine, but now he thinks he can just slip away? I won't let him.

I stomped the floor with my heels. It didn't ease my anger. Crazy bastard. I should've seen it coming when he pretended not to be married and seduced me. I should've run the second he confessed about his wife.

"This pisses me off so much, fuck!"

I finally hurled the handbag to the floor. Crash! The contents spilled out noisily. I furrowed my brow and knelt down in front of the mess.

"...Ha."

Lip gloss, wallet, perfume, scarf. Everything was luxury. No wonder rumors spread that I was some chaebol heiress.

Of course, that was just people knowing one side and not the other. I hadn't bought a single one of these. Han Joo-eon had given them all to me.

As I scooped them up carelessly, I noticed a scuff on the corner of the handbag. I'd probably used too much force when I threw it. I clutched the bag preciously and hurriedly checked the bottom.

"Ah, my bag... This one's expensive."

Ah... It was the most expensive and hard-to-get one Han Joo-eon had ever bought me. I pressed my forehead silently, tears welling up. Nothing was going right today. What if I really got dumped by Han Joo-eon?

Lost in all sorts of thoughts, I sat there alone when the screech of tires echoed from afar. Screech! It was pretty loud. Whoever it was had shitty driving skills. The moment I looked up—

1131. Spotting the familiar license plate, I jumped to my feet without thinking. The car, which had been swerving like it might hit the wall, stopped perfectly in front of me. I dropped the bag from my hand and locked eyes with the figure beyond the driver's window.

"...Han Joo-eon."

Han Joo-eon got out after parking like an asshole and strode toward me. I quickly hid my touched expression and lifted my eyes haughtily. Seeing my face, he smirked.

"Wona."

"......"

"Woni, are you mad?"

Yeah, I was mad. I didn't answer and avoided his gaze. Bastard, even if I was the mistress, ignoring me for a week was too much. Even as a kept woman, I didn't want this treatment. As I kept my eyes down silently, Han Joo-eon grimaced like he was dying inside.

"Sorry, I forgot my second phone."

"......"

"You know. I thought I was dying too. I missed your voice, Woni. Right?"

Again. Trying to melt me with sweet words. Afraid my resolve would waver if I met his eyes, I bowed my head. Like a fox, Han Joo-eon closed the distance and took my hands warmly, naturally pulling me into a hug.

"You've lost weight. Sulking without eating again, huh?"

Han Joo-eon knew me too well. During that week without contact, I barely ate and couldn't sleep properly.

Truth was, I was scared. Scared he'd just kick me to the curb. He stroked my slimmer waist tenderly and spoke softly.

"Can't do this. Let's go to that fine dining you like today."

"That won't fix my anger."

Locking someone in hell for a week and thinking fine dining covers it. I glared and pushed at his chest.

"Oh, then what should I do?"

Han Joo-eon grinned slyly, like he had an ace up his sleeve. Honestly, his smile alone was a weapon. Because his face was that handsome. He folded his double-lidded eyes, chuckling, then suddenly rummaged in his jacket.

"Ta-da, the necklace you wanted."

"......"

"No praise for oppa?"

"Oppa? You're Ajusshi."

He pulled out a small blue box and winked seductively.

"I lined up at the Singapore store from morning to get this. For real. Didn't even ask my secretary."

How did he always know the sweet words to melt me? So annoying. But my eyes kept drifting to the necklace in his hand. Did he really buy it just for me? He noticed my sneaky glances, snapped the box shut, and spread his arms wide.

"Wona, hug Ajusshi."

I pouted sulkily and asked toward Han Joo-eon.

"...Did you do it with the wife?"

"What, sex?"

"Yeah."

"No. She's busy with her younger guy these days."

Han Joo-eon shook his head without blinking at my question. Who knew if it was true.

Han Joo-eon and his wife were from the same university, married due to family arrangements. No love from the start, so now they both cheated openly. That's all I knew. I didn't want to know more.

"Really didn't?"

"Yeah."

"For real?"

As I acted like a jealous wife, Han Joo-eon burst out laughing. What an irredeemable bastard. Staring at him dumbfounded, he suddenly pinned me between the car and the wall.

"...What are you doing?"

Confused by the sudden action, I looked up at him. Han Joo-eon shrugged off his jacket and tossed it on the parking lot floor.

"Check for yourself. If I did it with the wife or not."

"......"

"You'll know if you taste the cum."

Did this man not know this was the school underground parking lot, or did he know and do it anyway? Probably the latter, knowing Han Joo-eon. I watched him roughly loosen his tie, then took off my cardigan.

"If you did, you're dead by my hand."

"Yeah, dying in your arms is my dream."

"Ah... you're so Ajusshi-like."

As I glared childishly, Han Joo-eon pushed me against the driver's window. Before I could react, he hiked up my skirt covering my ass. I braced my hands on the car window to steady myself. My palm-sized panties slid down, and his hot breath hit my nape.

"Wona. I wanted to fuck you so bad."

"Ha... hng."

Han Joo-eon rubbed his rock-hard cock on my exposed ass, unfiltered in his arousal.

"Fuck, even on the business trip, I only imagined pounding your holes."

Clunk, clunk. The sound of him fumbling with his belt echoed in the parking lot. I left handprints on the glass as I swallowed dryly. He yanked down my panties and wedged his throbbing shaft between my ass cheeks. The precum-slick cock was thick and hot as always.

"Hng, Ajusshi, A...jusshi. Yeah."

I bent at the waist ninety degrees, desperately calling for Han Joo-eon. He ground his cock harder against me. The heat building below made my hole wet naturally. Yes, this was it.

Without Han Joo-eon for a week, I'd been half-dead. Even the luxury bag he bought couldn't fill the loneliness and emptiness. I even masturbated. All useless. I just missed Han Joo-eon.

I raised my ass higher for him to go deeper. He slapped it lightly and laughed happily.

"Woni, you got horny waiting for me?"

"No contact, you bastard... Hn, making me wait."

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