10 rules of a Secretary chapter 34

As the fever rose, cold sweat began to pour down my face. I carefully brushed away the wig sticking to my neck and let out a small sigh.

[No, I’ll wear it. I will.]

I stared at the underwear that CEO Han had thrown at my feet for a moment before standing up and picking it up.

It was a simple pair of white underwear. Holding it in both hands, I examined it before lowering my head slightly and walking towards where I assumed the bathroom was.

After all, all hotels were more or less the same, and since I frequented them because of CEO Han, it wasn’t difficult to find the bathroom.

The spacious residence room was located on a high floor with a panoramic view of Seoul’s nightscape.

Though it was smaller in size than the hotels under the Dawon Group that CEO Han often used, it wasn’t bad and was quite luxurious.

Hesitating, I entered the bathroom and lightly tapped my flushed cheeks with the back of my hand before squatting down.

‘Son of a bitch…’

Is it because I’m sick that even the smallest things feel unbearable?

In the past eight years, aside from my stomach issues, I had never been seriously ill, so it was hard to stay focused with this unusual fever.

Being sick costs money, and being sick also meant earning less.

That’s why I did everything I could to avoid getting even minor illnesses, but now, things had gone wrong at the worst possible moment.

My eyes stung with tears for a brief moment. That kind of trash. Although it wasn’t directed at me, it was something I heard as well.

To suppress the emotions welling up, I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled as I unsteadily stood up.

Undressing felt incredibly awkward. I had no problem stripping down in front of Cha Chiyeon, an Alpha, but why was it so difficult to do the same in front of CEO Han, who was of the same gender?

After fiddling with the underwear for a while, I sighed and slowly started to undress.

I removed the loose sweatshirt and slacks that I wore to conceal my figure and put on the underwear in a familiar manner.

“…Hm.”

The white underwear exposed about half of my buttocks. A single layer of lace, medium in length, gently draped over the waistline as if to cover it.

The garter belt made of white pearls and the stockings of the same color were more pretty than they were provocative.

As I stood in front of the mirror, turning this way and that, I squinted, wondering whose taste this could possibly reflect.

Surely, it couldn’t be CEO Han’s, right?

After putting on the halter-neck vest that revealed my waistline and draping a fluffy fur shawl over my shoulders, aside from my hair, I looked as fluffy and white as a rabbit.

The lighting made my skin appear even whiter, making the effect even more pronounced.

Damn Omega traits.

It was truly frustrating how my body had become so soft and delicate because of them.

I stood in front of the mirror, cursing my body for a while before hastily tying the shawl around my neck and covering as much of my body as possible before stepping out of the bathroom.

“This way.”

CEO Han’s cold voice came from the other side of the door.

When I entered the living room where the voice had come from, I saw a man sitting on the sofa.

He was staring intently at his phone, a deep frown etched on his face, as if something had displeased him. I unconsciously reached out to smooth out that frown, but stopped myself.

That was exactly the kind of thing I shouldn’t be doing.

That was the secretary’s role, not the model’s.

“What were you doing that you couldn’t even answer your phone?”

Muttering as he clicked his tongue, he tossed the phone onto the table and turned his gaze towards me.

Crossing his legs and tilting his head slightly to the side, CEO Han scanned me from head to toe before tilting his head to the other side.

“Turn around.”

Hesitating, I slowly turned around, and CEO Han continued to show a puzzled expression.

“Walk from the end of the hallway to here.”

I quickly walked to the end of the hallway and then back toward CEO Han.

Model walking or whatever it was called had never been part of my vocabulary.

I was never a professional model to begin with, so this was only natural.

“Turn around again.”

My waist itched. I could feel the heat continuing to rise, and my nose was starting to sting. Maybe I should suggest meeting again another time.

It seemed like that would be better. Pressing one eye with the palm of my hand as I exhaled, I knelt down by the nearby table and hastily scribbled a note.

I wasn’t feeling well. It seemed like it would be better to come back with Cha Chiyeon and properly make the contract.

[I’m not feeling well, so today…]

Before I could finish writing, CEO Han snatched the note from my hand and looked down at me with a domineering gaze.

“What are you?”

He grabbed my shoulder and shoved me onto the table. A painful grunt escaped my lips, and the shawl that had been covering my body fell to the floor with a thud.

What the hell just happened? Even in my fevered, hazy state, the pain was sharp. I opened my mouth in disbelief and raised my head.

“What are you, you bastard? Who sent you? Where did this trash come from, dripping with this kind of scent?”

I knew I needed to say something, but no words came out. It was a look I had never seen before. The expression I had seen in the car before wasn’t even close to being this frightening.

My body started trembling involuntarily. It felt like I had turned into a rabbit in front of a lion, with goosebumps rising all over my skin.

Clinging to that single thought, I convulsively twisted my body, pushing CEO Han away with all my strength before collapsing to the floor.

Though my legs felt weak, I knew I had to move.

Where was the door? As I struggled to stand and run, I was grabbed by the arm and dragged back against the wall.

“Agh…!”

I hurried to my feet, trying to flee outside, but I couldn’t take more than five steps. I was caught by CEO Han and slammed into the wall again.

My lips quivered with a fear I couldn’t comprehend.

I wanted to escape again, but with CEO Han’s solid thigh between my legs, I couldn’t move an inch.

As I held my breath, I felt his pheromones—a scent I had only encountered once, deeply and intensely, shortly after my secondary gender manifested—start to fill the air.

Instinctively, I covered my mouth and nose with both hands, trembling all over. I had to get out.

My body was sending sharp warnings with every hair standing on end.

I had to escape. Money and everything else could wait; survival came first. I had to live.

“Where did this rag come from…”

At the familiar insult, my body twitched on its own. CEO Han gripped my shoulders so tightly that it felt like they would break and exhaled as if struggling to hold back his anger.

“This rag…”

He trailed off, blinking several times before his eyes widened. After opening and closing his mouth a few times, he suddenly lowered his head toward my neck.

Goosebumps erupted all over my skin. His rough breath repeatedly brushed against my flesh.

I felt like I was going to cry. If I could, I wanted to escape from here right now and quit this whole modeling thing for good.

As my body trembled, my lips quivered along with it. After staying still for a long while, I suddenly felt something heavy on my shoulder. A short curse slipped out.

“What the hell…”

He exhaled heavily and spoke in a low voice.

“You’re really something.”

“…”

“Your heat has started.”

“…What?”

A sharp sound escaped my lips. I was momentarily surprised that I had even spoken. My mind raced as I tried to grasp the meaning of his words.

Heat cycle.

The period that every Omega experiences. The time when pheromones flood out and they crave an Alpha’s seed, driven by primal instincts.

My face turned pale.

“Your heat cycle has started.”

That couldn’t be right. I had taken my meds religiously until the day before… I recalled the night before when I had taken the meds about ten minutes late.

But it wasn’t even an hour, just a few minutes.

A chilling sensation, like all the blood in my body was draining away, washed over me.

“No…”

I shook my head quickly. No, that couldn’t be it. A heat cycle? A heat cycle!

Sensing my anxiety, CEO Han quietly added,

“Your waist will start trembling, and your body will heat up.”

My waist had been trembling for a while now, and the heat had been burning inside me since last night.

But this wasn’t the heat cycle I knew. For the past three years during my rest period, the heat cycle was more like a mild fever, barely noticeable.

It wasn’t this kind of heat that felt like it was melting my body.

“Your lower back will start aching. Soon, you’ll feel wetness back there too.”

“…Ah.”

“With a scent this strong, how could it not be a heat cycle? You might as well fool the Betas. No Alpha would fail to recognize the pheromones of a heat cycle. If you go outside now, Alphas will line up to fuck you. In other words, you’d be raped.”

A light breath touched the nape of my neck. At the same time, just as he said, a deep, dull ache spread through my lower back.

The faint pain, akin to a tickle, started near my tailbone and gradually spread throughout my body. Everything was happening exactly as he described.

I felt my underwear getting wet, so I hesitantly reached down and touched the area between my buttocks.

It was wet. I had never experienced this before…

I stood there with my mouth agape and eyes rolling.

Then, Han CEO, who had his head resting on my neck, tilted his forehead to mine and smiled sweetly.

What the hell is he doing?

Just a moment ago, he was calling me trash, but now he was acting completely different, as if he had flipped a switch. I couldn’t help but hiccup.

His eyes naturally softened, and his hazel irises gleamed with an artificial warmth.

“Shall I help you?”