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I should have thanked her properly. Setting down my glass, I bowed deeply.
“Oh, and I stayed at your mother’s villa during the last holiday. I had a really enjoyable and relaxing time there.”
“…What villa?”
Ahn Yoongi’s beautiful face scrunched up.
I wondered if she was unaware because of her vast wealth, so I quickly added,
“The villa in Canada. I went there this summer; it was a truly beautiful place. Your mother has impeccable taste. Every detail felt thoughtfully designed. It was warm and inviting.”
“Seonyul, is that what he said?”
“Yes.”
She burst into an easy laugh, leaning back on the sofa and crossing her legs.
“Thoughtful? Inviting? Do I seem like someone who would care about things like that?”
Waving a hand around as if to tell me to look at our surroundings, Ahn Yoongi sounded incredulous.
It was true; this house was desolate compared to the villa in Canada.
“This house is all I have. I don’t own any property overseas, whether bought under false names or for tax evasion. If there are any like that, it must be lining his pockets. Even if not, I have no recollection of buying a house in Canada.”
I gave her a puzzled look, and Ahn Yoongi shrugged, taking a sip of her drink.
Her crimson lips parted slightly before closing again, in a strangely sensual way.
“Most of what’s in my name now belongs to Doha… Well, not that I need to get into that. Anyway, there’s no such house.”
But she introduced it as her mother’s house.
Even said she had been there as a child… She had effortlessly shown me every corner, moving around like it was her own home.
The memory of Doha roaming freely, as if it were yesterday, flashed vividly in my mind.
Ahn Yoongi, noticing my bewildered expression, smiled enticingly.
“Looks like I raised that Doha not as a puppy, but as a little fox.”
“…”
“I tried so hard to raise him to be mild-mannered, but you know how kids never turn out the way you want them to. Look at your daily life, Yul. If something isn’t happening the way it should, you need to verify it. I neglected to do that and ended up suffering for it.”
“No, no. Not at all. Nothing like that…”
Something different in my life?
If I had to name something, it would be that my house was gone, but that was unavoidable, something no one could change.
Aside from that, there wasn’t really any major issue.
Or… was there?
My forehead furrowed.
I was struggling to grasp at some suspicion, like it was a thin film of glass.
It felt like there was something off…
I was staring blankly at Ahn Yoongi’s striking face when the sound of the door opening snapped me back to reality.
I turned to see Doha, irritated and holding a bunch of scallions.
Glancing between him and Ahn Yoongi, I put on my best corporate smile.
“This person should be fined every time she drinks. Mother, I’ll be charging you for all of it.”
“You’re such a penny-pincher, with all you have. I called you out of curiosity, and here you are making a fuss. Fine, I won’t look at you anymore! Get out already!”
Ahn Yoongi pushed at Doha’s back, shooing him out like a mother from a sitcom.
Even her motions, like kicking him out, seemed so natural.
But wait, isn’t there a bit too much physical contact?
My annoyance flared along with the alcohol in my system.
Without thinking, I squeezed between them, pushing Doha towards the door while bowing to Ahn Yoongi.
“I’ll be going…, um… I’ll take good care of him.”
The sentence ended a bit slurred, but I managed to say it properly.
As I exhaled, the strong scent of alcohol hit me.
I kept telling myself to stay sharp, but my body felt oddly loose.
Maybe it was because this wasn’t my usual business drinking setting.
Then again, with more than five empty bottles rolling around, this was still manageable.
I bowed once more, feeling a bit wobbly.
Ahn Yoongi, steadying my arm, looked at me with concern.
“Are you okay? I got overly excited seeing a normal person for once, but I won’t do it again next time.”
“As if there will be a next time. Better use your last chance wisely.”
“Director, you’re being a bit harsh about your mother.”
It was a strange conversation where someone was talking, but no one was really answering.
Doha clicked his tongue in irritation and yanked the front door open.
The sound of it slamming echoed, and Ahn Yoongi grasped my wrist one more time, almost wistfully.
“Why not just live with me, Yul? I won’t let you starve. I’m a better cook than you’d expect.”
I burst into giggles at the thought of her claiming she’d have raised me if she had another son.
Seeing my silly smile, Doha covered my face with one hand, pulling me into his embrace.
His sturdy, warm chest pressed against my back.
“Stop talking nonsense, Mother. We’ll be leaving now.”
Dragged out by my nape, I waved goodbye to Ahn Yoongi, who kept waving back cheerfully.
Laughing mindlessly, I barely took a few steps before Doha halted, slipped an arm under my knees, and hoisted me up.
Automatically, I wrapped my arms around his neck, waving one last time at Ahn Yoongi.
“Yul-ah.”
“Mm?”
“They say you turn into a duck when drunk because you laugh so easily.”
Easily amused, huh.
Yeah, I guess I had been laughing a lot lately.
When I chuckled again at the absurdity, Doha pressed my cheek firmly.
When did we even get to the car?
Sitting in the passenger seat, I let out hot breaths, and as he leaned in closer, I declared confidently,
“Fifty-two thousand won fine.”
“…You were keeping count?”
Since it’s the first and second, 26 times 2 is 52.
No, 62……. Let’s add 10.
With my head rolling furiously and nodding, I pulled out my remaining hand, pulling at the sleeve of his seat belt.
“Give it to me.”
“Are you really asking me to pay here?”
Yup. I want the money.
Wiggling my palm up and down, Doha tilted his head with a mischievous grin.
He clasped my hand, scooted into the car beside me, and shut the door.
The heavy sound of the door closing left us in a silent space, with only our breathing filling the air.
Doha adjusted the seatback to make room.
Even in a luxury car, it was cramped with two grown men entangled like this.
My head spun from the alcohol, and it felt like the world was spinning instead of me.
Doha slid my shoes off with a gentle pull on the heel, one by one.
Both of my shoes slipped off, and before I knew it, he was leaning down toward me.
“Let’s settle the score, without any fuss.”
“…Okay.”
“Who did you go meet earlier?”
“…An ex? No… A friend maybe… or a benefactor…”
It was Ha Eunjoo, Doha’s ex, though calling him a friend felt…awkward.
Maybe a benefactor was more accurate.
But why was I even explaining this?
I pushed his face away with my palm, scowling.
“…Ah…”
My sensitive palm brushed his tongue, and a spark of sensation made my fingertips flinch.
He extended his tongue and licked my palm again, pulling a low sound from me.
Ahh… My body shivered, torn between ticklishness and pleasure, and when I tried to pull my hand away, he caught my wrist.
His red tongue moved from my palm to between my fingers.
“Ah… Hah…”
His tongue, vivid red under the dim streetlight, moved slow enough for me to feel every textured bump, making me burn inside.
The sensation on my hypersensitive skin, mixed with the lingering effects of alcohol, made my hips tense reflexively.
I looked up at him, panting, and he shot me a mischievous grin as he reached forward.
He deftly unbuttoned my shirt, taking in the sight of my bare chest with a murmur.
“Your nipples… they’ve gotten bigger…”
I paused, thinking over his words, before their meaning finally hit, and I squirmed.
I’d noticed it since Canada.
Every morning I’d examine them, sore from his nightly biting and sucking, thinking it was all in my head—but apparently, it wasn’t.
“Who made you like this?”
“….”
You, obviously.
But saying that out loud was mortifying.
As I stubbornly stayed silent, he circled his fingertip around one of them, then suddenly rolled it between his fingers, sending a sharp thrill through me.
“Ah…!”
“I asked who made you like this. My secretary has a few drinks, and suddenly he’s at a loss for words?”
“Ahh… It’s you, boss… who made me… like this…”
“Is ‘Boss’ my name now?”
He pressed his thumb hard against my other nipple, asking mockingly, while the first remained between his fingers, rolling.
“Doha…you…you made me this way…”
I whimpered, and he lifted his hand off me, leaving the spot his thumb had been pressing.
Leaning in, I felt the brush of his clothes against my skin as he pressed a kiss into my chest, then closed his lips around my nipple.
He flicked his tongue at the hardened tip, and then gently bit down, pulling a quiet moan from my parted lips.
When he sucked, deep dimples forming in his cheeks, a sharp pleasure spread through me.
His tongue kept moving, hazing my mind with every stroke.
“Ah…ah…it feels…strange…”
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