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Chapter 8
Tae-heon pushed himself up a long while later. Rubbing the back of his hand against his damp chin, he lowered his gaze. Eun-se, lying beneath him without a single stitch of clothing, was so beautiful it stole his breath. Her dazed eyes, her flushed eyelids, her lips, swollen and sensual from being thoroughly kissed. His massive chest, forgotten in his awe, heaved. Damn. This was his limit. An urgent, aching pressure built within him, threatening to explode at any moment.
She seemed to sense it even in her daze. Eun-se, who had been lying limply, instinctively raised her head. Her large eyes began to fill with shock. It felt as if his desire, swollen to a point where it could expand no further, was bursting up from the deepest part of his heart.
Tae-heon reached toward the bedside table. His eyes, blazing as if he might explode any second, were fixed on her as he tore open a packet with his teeth. “Tell me if it hurts. I’ll stop right away.”
“Ah, I don’t think we shou…….”
“Of course we should.” His voice, coarse and cracked, cut her off, covering her lips. He gently pushed his tongue in while simultaneously pressing his firm body tightly against hers. Her softly yielding lips began to part slowly. Hnng!
Tae-heon swallowed a choked moan, the sensation of her mouth sucking him in making his hair stand on end. God, how is it this… It was an ecstasy he couldn’t possibly put into words. It felt like every cell in his body was melting. A pressure that made it hard to breathe. A strained, whimpering moan escaped from Eun-se’s blocked mouth.
After waiting a moment, Tae-heon pressed his heavy body down again. Eun-se seemed overwhelmed, as if she had already run out of strength. He devoured every last one of her breathless, suffocating moans. The reason he didn’t stop, even then, was because Eun-se’s slender arms were wrapped desperately around his neck. Even as she trembled, she was looking up at him with moist eyes.
Clenching his teeth, Tae-heon met her heated passion again. Gasp! Tears streamed incessantly from Eun-se’s eyes. It felt as if her body was being split in two. A burning sensation she had never felt in her life, and an even greater pleasure, washed over her simultaneously. A gasp burst from both their mouths at the same time. Her mind, hot and dizzy, was reduced to mush, leaving behind only a pleasure she hadn’t even known existed.
Tae-heon adjusted his position in earnest and began moving his hips rapidly. Choking moans and ragged breaths. Their desperately clinging gazes, their interlocked fingers, their perfectly joined bodies and minds—a lightning-like shudder ran through them. Rising high like a wave, they repeatedly shattered into oblivion. It was an intensely, unbearably hot and sweet night.
When she opened her eyes, the light seeping through the blackout curtains stabbed her pupils. The other side of the vast bed was empty. Blinking slowly, Eun-se recalled Tae-heon’s figure, which had seemed like a mirage. The man, neatly dressed in a suit and tie, had stayed by the bed for a long time. Sitting on the edge next to Eun-se, he had continuously stroked her hair. Sitting like that, he suddenly muttered a low curse. “I have to leave now because of my flight time.”
When Eun-se nodded slowly, Tae-heon lifted her small chin and kissed her again. “Rest well. Don’t worry about checking out.” The sensation of the man’s lips pressing down a couple of times on her closed eyelids still remained. Was it a dream?
“Ow.” As she tried to sit up, her body stiff, Eun-se let out a small cry. Every single part of her body ached. Last night. Tae-heon had willingly given her one night. As a result, her entire body, tormented all night long, was creaking and screaming in protest.
Is the President okay? Tae-heon was leaving for a week-long business trip starting today. A packed schedule awaited him, including a technology cooperation MOU with a local French company, sponsor contracts with various professional associations, and visits to research institutes and forums. As Tae-heon’s secretary, Eun-se knew his murderous schedule better than anyone.
Why had she said something so reckless, asking him for one night? Eun-se bit her lip tightly. A complicated feeling washed over her. No matter what excuse she made—being drunk, it being her birthday—the sinking feeling in her gut was the same. Waking up, she was overwhelmed by an emotion that was hard to bear.
A precious memory to cherish for a lifetime. There was no such thing. That was just childish talk. The fear of having done something they shouldn’t have, the guilt of having disturbed a busy man right before his trip, and the emptiness of feeling like a Cinderella who had woken from her dream. Even though it happened because she wanted it, the end of her first-ever transgression was regret.
Struggling to sit up, Eun-se cried a little.
There was no contact from Tae-heon. Eun-se mechanically got up and went to work. She tossed and turned until late at night, then lived each day with hollow eyes. While she told herself it was only natural, a corner of her heart ached from time to time. For a man like the President, this must be a regular occurrence. Let’s just forget it quickly. Even though she knew this, it still hurt, and she felt pathetic and pitiful for feeling that way.
Outwardly, she was calm, but inwardly she was waging a war, just waiting for the weekend to come. She wanted to shut herself in at home and soothe her aching heart.
The call from Tae-heon came as dusk was settling on Saturday.
[It’s me, Secretary Han.]
“President!” Eun-se, who hadn’t eaten and had been lying down all day, shot upright. She forcibly suppressed the surge of joy.
“To what do I owe this call? You’re calling me…”
[You must have been very upset. I’m sorry I couldn’t contact you. I was really busy.]
“Not at all.”
[How’s your body? Is everything okay? Do you have time right now…?]
“President.” Eun-se resolutely cut him off. “Please don’t worry. You didn’t need to call.”
[How can I not worry? I should have contacted you, it’s just that…]
“No. Even if you hadn’t, nothing would have changed. I won’t ever tell anyone about what happened that night.”
[What are you talking about?]
“You’re calling to make sure I keep my mouth shut, right? I’d never do anything to cause you trouble.”
Tae-heon was silent for a while. Silence flowed from the other end of the phone for a moment, then a tsk, the sound of him clicking his tongue, was heard.
[Is that your conclusion, Secretary Han?]
Her eyes stung at the man’s voice, which had turned cold in an instant. Swallowing the rising emotion, Eun-se could only move her lips silently, unable to answer. It was sad, but she understood his mind—he was probably worried about potential repercussions and had called. How many women like me, throwing themselves at him like moths to a flame, could there be?
As she rubbed her moistening eyes, she heard Tae-heon click his tongue again. Ha, what the… Muttering a low curse under his breath, Tae-heon growled fiercely.
[Just what kind of trash do you take me for?]
“That’s not it! President. It’s absolutely not like that,” Eun-se explained hastily. “I just meant that I fully understand why you’re worried.”
[And what exactly am I worried about?]
“Well…” A hot feeling surged inside her. It’s nothing to the President, and it should be nothing to me, too. It’s something that can easily happen between two consenting adults. These were the words she had been using to console herself for the past few days.
“You’re the President. So what I mean is… if word got out that an important person like you had a one-night stand with a lowly secretary like me… it would damage your reputation.”
She poured out her inner thoughts in a trembling voice.
[What, what kind of absurd…] True to his word, with an utterly dumbfounded tone, Tae-heon couldn’t even finish his sentence.
“You really don’t need to worry. I understand how you feel. Who would criticize you for just… playing around with a woman like me for a bit? Even I don’t resent you for it.”
[Han Eun-se.]
A chilling response came back, cold enough to make her spine tingle. In Eun-se’s memory, it was the first time Tae-heon had been this angry since she joined the company.
[Where are you right now? Are you at home?]
“Huh? Yes…”
[Tell me your address.]
“Your house? Wh-why do you need my address?” Eun-se’s eyes widened. No, really, you don’t need to worry. I can keep a secret. As Eun-se flustered, Tae-heon cut her off sharply.
[You’re being noisy. Your address.]
Having no choice, she gave him her address. The reply came back, ‘I’ve put it in the GPS; it’ll take about 40 minutes.’
“Yes… Well then, drive caref…” Her fading voice was cut again by Tae-heon’s angry tone.
[Honestly, we’ll talk when I get there.]
Click.
Even after the call ended, Eun-se sat there for a long time in a daze.
