Kissing Jiho was the least reaction the public expected from you, you never knew you had it in you to do something like that.
You pull away, smiled at him and turned to face the public,
"I trust my husband, this picture …it is not what it seems. Yes, Hana and my husband dated years back but it seems she is unable to move on from him so she kissed him in a drunken state, but she has already apologized and everything is okay between us. I don't know who took this or why they decided to share it with the public now but …" you shoot her a glance, "They will never win because I love my husband so much more than you can imagine… and he, he loves me too. So, believe what you want to believe but don't question our relationship."
With those words, you take Jiho's hand and dragged him out of the room. You took the elevator and as soon as the doors closed, you immediately release him.
"Ari… I am sorry." He apologized, "I didn't know this would happen either."
"Does it matter?" You lock eyes with him, "This relationship will end in months anyway so there's nothing to apologize for. Once this contract ends, you can go back to her if that's what you want."
The elevator stopped and the doors parted, as you attempted to leave, Jiho pulled you back by the waist and all you felt was his cold lips against yours.
You tried pushing him away but he wouldn't budge and kisses you even deeply. And then your courage to fight ran out, it was like you no longer had any control over your body.
Slowly, you wrap your arms around his waist and leaned to his touch. Your heated bodies were pressed against each other's as you kiss passionately.
Jiho pushes you against the wall and the guy thrusts his tongue deftly into your mouth - your tongues dancing in a passionate fervent dance.
The elevator doors would close and open every one minute and the employees who wanted to take a ride would either stare mouth hanging wide open, take pictures, or dash off out of embarrassment, but none of that mattered. The only thing that matters is you and him.
Eventually, you both had to pull away to catch your breaths. Your eyes meet - the naked desire in there sends your heart thundering in your chest.
Jiho leaned for another kiss but you quickly slip away. He followed.
You enter his office but before you can close the door, he waltz in and charged at you in strides, you retreated till your back was pressed against the desk and there was no room left. You tried to move away but suddenly, he rounds the desk - forcing you to lean back.
"Jih…."
Before you can say a word, Jiho kisses you, and again, and again, and again but this time, he didn't pull away.
You parted your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he kisses you with wild abandon.
You can feel the heat of shared breaths and the thud of your combined heart beats as you fumbled to take each other's clothes off.
He unbuttoned your shirt, pulled your sleeve down to your elbow and started kissing you all over the neck, shoulder, and the space above your chest.
You moaned and keep finding yourself wanting more.
His lips found their way back to yours and he kisses you intensely.
Just when you were about to completely surrender yourself to him, you snapped back to your senses and instantly pushed him away.
"That's enough." You warned and started buttoning your shirt back on.
He scoffed softly and retired to his seat behind the desk.
You jump off the desk and straightened your wrinkled shirt, "What do you think you were doing?"
He shrugged and said, "Making love with my wife, what else?"
His casual response made you scoff, "Making love with a woman you don't love?"
"You started it first." He said.
You hiss, cussing under your breath, "I only did it so the public wouldn't suspect our relationship but what about you? You kissed me in the elevator and followed me all the way here and if I hadn't stop you, you would have…"
You paused, eyes studying his face - silently hoping he would tell you that he loves you just as much you love him.
Jiho fell silent for a moment and then he meets you gaze, "I kissed you in the elevator so that the public wouldn't suspect our relationship but following you here and making love with you was…"
He paused, you leaned expectantly.
And then he said, "I got carried away."
You hated that response so much that you felt like strangling him to death.
I can't force you to love me Jiho but I will not let myself suffer just like I did with your brother.
You nodded, "If you ever touch me again… I will sue you for sexual assault."
You headed for the door, hand on the doorknob when Jiho said
"You must have forgotten about our agreement. You said I could do whatever I wanted with you."
He gets up from his seat and approached you. You turn to face him.
"Honestly, I didn't get carried away, I am a man afterall and you are a very pretty woman. Just because I can't feel things doesn't mean I don't have emotions." He takes your hand and gives you a gentle squeeze,
"I am sorry, but I am not sorry for kissing you, even right now, I want to do it again. I am…" he leaned, whispering in your ear,
"I am attracted to you."
A chill runs down your spine. You swallow, "I… I have to go."
You turned to leave but he hugs you from behind, "Thank you, for kissing me."
"I… I said I have to go." You pull yourself away and dashed out of the office.
Later that night…
Pictures of you and Jiho kissing have been posted all over the internet and are trending. The public have already forgotten about his scandalous pictures with Hana, which was a relief, but why are you sad?
You bought a crate of Soju (alcohol) and returned home with it. Jiho is not back yet, could he have gone to Hana? You wondered as you quietly sipped your soju.
In less than an hour, you drank six bottles of Soju and are dead-beat drunk.
Jiho returned home late and upon entering, he finds you in the living room, barely hanging on the couch as you slumber.
He smiled, tiptoed to you and knelt, his eyes admired your pretty face.
I am really lucky. He chuckled.
You inhaled, smelled his perfume and your eyes opened on their own. You take stock of his handsome face, instantly smiling, "My Jiho is back."
"Um, your Jiho is back." He played along.
"Jiho, why do you treat me like this?" You pout, tears welling up in your eyes, "It hurts."
"What have I done?" He asked.
You take a deep breath, "Your first love, Hana, she said you can never love me because you will always love her. It seems she wasn't lying. The only thing you feel towards me is attraction and that too because you are a man and I am a pretty woman."
Jiho snickered, barely holding his laughter, "Oh, she really said so? Is that why you drank so much?"
"You are not denying it, it seems she was right." You frowned, "but why? Why can't you love me? I believe I am prettier than her?"
"You are? I never realized so." He teased.
"Asshole!" You mumbled, "How can you mock me, do you think I am playing here? Why don't you understand that I …that I …" you sniffed, struggling to hold back the tears threatening to escape, "I can't do this relationship Jiho, please… I can't."
"Why?" He asked.
You sigh - coming face to face with your feelings for the first time in a while, "Because I love you. I am in love with you Gong Jiho."
His face holds no reaction which made your heart sink even more.
Embarrassed, you stand to leave but he holds you back, pulling you down to the floor.
Without saying a single word, Jiho caressed your cheek and leaned for a kiss.
You closed your eyes, letting him kiss you as a single tear rolled down your cheek.
You open your eyes as he pulled away and your gazes locked.
"I guess I am cursed to love men that will never love me." You sobbed.
Jiho wipes your tears with his thumb, "I guess I am also cursed, to never stop loving my first love."
"How can you be this cruel?" You snapped, "Do you think I am a robot that you will keep rejecting my love and expect me to be okay with it?" You start swinging your hand, slapping his chest as you protested, "So what if Hana is your first love, what is so special about her that you can't stop loving her, huh? What about me?"
"Stop, that's enough." He grabbed your hands and slowly lowered them, "You keep misunderstanding me." He cups your face, thumb grazing the soft contour of your lips, "Hana is not my first love…" he whispered and then said, "You are."