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Who could have summoned her to such a place?
Eun-chae slowly climbed the hill toward the apartment Seok-kyung had directed her to.
The entrance resembled a hotel, complete with a reception desk and suited security guards who meticulously checked every visitor.
“May I ask who you’re here to see?”
“I’m here for unit 2801.”
After confirming her name on the visitor list, the guard smiled warmly.
“Ms. Lee Eun-chae?”
“Yes.”
“Please proceed. The elevator on the left is the private one.”
Eun-chae nodded and headed toward the designated elevator.
Private elevator?
The moment she stepped inside, its meaning became clear. There was only one button: “28.”
So this was truly a private elevator reserved solely for the 28th floor.
When the doors opened on the 28th floor, a grand front door greeted her. The number “2801” hung prominently, but it was obvious this entire floor belonged to just one residence.
Standing before the imposing door, Eun-chae swallowed hard.
This must be another of Seok-kyung’s homes—perhaps even his true residence. Her heart pounded at the thought.
She rang the doorbell, and moments later, the door opened to reveal a weary-looking Seok-kyung.
“Come in.”
She cautiously stepped inside. Even as the door closed silently behind her, she shivered, memories of their last encounter flooding back.
“What are you doing, standing there? Come in.”
Thankfully, Seok-kyung had already moved into the living room and called out to her.
The apartment was vast and dazzlingly bright. Its layout couldn’t be fully grasped at a glance.
What surprised her most was the absence of the dark furniture he favored. From the towering chandelier hanging from the ceiling to the smallest decorative pieces on the floor, everything was bathed in light tones.
It felt unfamiliar.
“Is this your home?” she asked tentatively.
Seok-kyung smirked. “No.”
“Then whose…?”
“It’s your new home.”
What? What did he just say?
Eun-chae instinctively took a step back.
“My... home?”
“Yes. I’m giving it to you.”
“What?”
“You’ll live here.”
“No, I can’t do that.”
She shook her head firmly.
How could he casually give her such an extravagant gift? There was no reason for her to accept such a lavish apartment without some kind of cost.
Why would he do this?
“I thought I made myself clear. You’re to follow my instructions.”
“But this is too much.”
“Too much?”
“Yes, it’s excessive.”
Perhaps three years ago, she might have accepted such a gift without hesitation. Back then, she wouldn’t have questioned it.
But now, she was a different person entirely. She knew her limits.
“Fine. Then think of it as a place for our meetings. I can’t meet you at that house.”
By “that house,” he meant the tiny basement studio where she currently lived. Or perhaps...
“What do you mean by ‘meet’? How many more times are we supposed to meet?”
“What do you mean?”
“Aren’t we done after one night? Why go so far as to give me a house?”
“Are you really that naive?”
“Huh?”
Suddenly, Seok-kyung’s face hardened with cold intensity.
“You said you’d do anything I asked if you wanted to keep working at Studio FIRST.”
“That’s... true.”
“If I intended for this to end after one night, I wouldn’t have started it.”
Not ending after one night?
Eun-chae was speechless. Did this mean he planned to keep her by his side indefinitely while she worked at the company?
“But...”
“I’ll keep you close until my questions are answered.”
“What questions?”
“Why did you divorce me?”
Why was he so curious about that now? It didn’t make sense. Three years had passed—why bring it up now?
“I told you—I fell in love with someone else.”
“And now he’s gone?”
“That’s none of your concern,” she shot back.
Eun-chae refused to back down. How could she possibly tell him the truth—that she had left because she loved him? He wouldn’t care, and it might even push him to sever ties completely by firing her.
“I don’t understand, so I need to keep seeing you until I do.”
“Fine. Do as you please.”
Realizing she couldn’t explain further, Eun-chae gave up. What difference did it make whether she submitted to him once or multiple times?
“Good.”
At that moment, Seok-kyung’s icy tone softened unexpectedly.
He approached her where she stood frozen in the living room, gazing down at her with what seemed like affection.
Wait—affection? No, she must be mistaken.
Surely, she misread the tenderness in his eyes. But when she looked up again, the same emotion lingered, leaving her confused.
“Very well. I’ll do as I please, and you’ll follow along.”
Perhaps the emotions she saw in his eyes were merely reflections of her own feelings.
That would make more sense.
Truthfully, her heart raced at the idea that this wasn’t a one-time arrangement.
Their heated gazes met, and slowly, Seok-kyung leaned down.
Was a kiss supposed to feel this gentle?
His lips brushed hers lightly before pulling away. The softness of the kiss, combined with the barely open eyes that met hers, made her shrink back shyly.
This was nothing like the rough, devouring kiss they’d shared before.
It was unbearably tender.
And that made it all the more troubling.
Her breath hitched as she found herself wishing for another kiss.
As if reading her thoughts, his lips returned to hers—this time lingering longer, deeper.
In her fantasies, Seok-kyung had often kissed her gently. But experiencing it now felt surreal.
Unlike their previous chaotic encounter, this slow, deliberate kiss seared itself into her memory.
That scent...
The forest-like aroma that always clung to him teased her senses, making her dizzy.
“Lee Eun-chae.”
As Seok-kyung pulled away slightly, a thin strand of saliva stretched between their lips before breaking.
Brushing her nose with his, he spoke again.
“Answer me, Lee Eun-chae.”
“W-why?”
Her trembling voice betrayed her.
“Was I your first kiss?”
“...”
“Answer me.”
“...Yes.”
Before she could finish, his lips crashed into hers again, claiming her mouth hungrily.
He gripped the back of her head, pulling her closer still.
She had to rise onto her tiptoes to match his height, but it wasn’t unpleasant.
No, it was intoxicating.
Gasping for air, she parted her lips, and he seized the opportunity.
His tongue invaded, twirled, and caressed hers with maddening gentleness. Her knees buckled under the sensory overload.
Catching her collapsing form, he finally broke the kiss.
“You can’t fall apart like this.”
Eun-chae hadn’t realized how weak-kneed she’d become. She hadn’t known a kiss could leave her breathless and powerless.
But Seok-kyung stared down at her with cold indifference.
The tenderness she thought she’d seen earlier must have been her imagination.
“How does it feel? Am I tolerable?”
“Tolerable for what?”
“For being held and kissed by someone you dislike.”
Someone you dislike.
Eun-chae felt tears prick her eyes.
“My mood’s quite pleasant, actually.”
A triumphant smirk spread across Seok-kyung’s face, as though he’d conquered an enemy.
Pathetically, she had no rebuttal.
She didn’t dislike him, and being held and kissed by him was far from unpleasant.
“Your silence speaks volumes, doesn’t it?”
Though Seok-kyung remained thoroughly mistaken, it didn’t matter. Once this twisted relationship ended, they’d be strangers—or worse.
But her silence seemed to irritate him. He tore open the buttons of her blouse.
“Ah!”
The fabric gaped open, exposing her chest.
Eun-chae hurriedly tried to cover herself, but his hand caught her wrist before she could.
“Don’t bother. I ripped it open to look.”
His fiery gaze scorched her skin.
“How am I supposed to go home like this?”
“Stay the night.”
“And work tomorrow?”
“I’ve stocked your closet with clothes.”
Of course, Seok-kyung had answers for everything.
With nothing left to say, Eun-chae bit her lip. His heated gaze lingered on her exposed bra.
“Lee Eun-chae.”
“Mmm...”
Instead of answering, a moan escaped her lips as his hand grazed her breast through the thin fabric.
One hand steadied her waist while the other kneaded her breast.
“I asked you a question.”
“W-what?”
“Do you like it when I touch you like this?”
Like this? Her mind burned with the sensation.
If it felt this good through fabric, what would it feel like against bare skin? Surely better than last time.
The thought made her cheeks flush.
Slowly, almost savoring the moment, Seok-kyung slipped his hand beneath her bra.
The sensation surpassed her wildest imaginings, and a moan escaped her lips.
Gradually pushed backward, her body eventually met the edge of the sofa. With nowhere else to retreat, Seok-kyung pressed his weight fully against her.
The pressure was electrifying.
His heavy frame bore down on her, both agonizing and exhilarating.
“Mr. Baek...”
“What?”
“I... um...”
They hadn’t even begun, and already she was overwhelmed with heat.
If this kept up, she feared she might beg him to take her right then and there.
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