"Christ, Emma. The guy accuses you of being a stalker, almost fires and sues you, and you have a sex dream about him?"
I face palm, then slap my cheek twice for good measure. Images from my earlier dream float into my mind and I shut my eyes tight. I need to stop thinking about it.
It's 2a.m., and I'm in Hyun Bin's kitchen downstairs. Five minutes ago, I woke up from a dream where Hyun Bin and I were getting it on behind The Daze.
That's right, in that alley where Roberto tried to force a kiss and Hyun Bin socked him in the face. But that's not the most mortifying part of the dream.
It was the fact that a camera man appeared from nowhere and started taking photos. I knew we had to hide, but I couldn't get the words out to tell Hyun Bin that we should leave. Much like the dreams where I'm running away from something but my feet refuse to move. So there I was, fucking my celebrity crush aka my CEO, but instead of enjo
In the morning, I pick out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from the closet. I add my leather jacket on top. I shove the clothes I had on yesterday into my shoulder bag and head downstairs.It's a few minutes to 7.As I take the stairs downstairs, my mind is a jungle of thoughts. How am I going to act when I see Hyun Bin? Is he going to mention last night?Is it possible to pretend that what transpired in his kitchen never happened?My thoughts come to a sudden halt when I see him standing in front of his study room, all dressed up for work. He's in a fitting black suit, white shirt, no tie. His dark hair is slicked back, allowing me a full view of his face. He looks ready to go... Is he waiting on me?I hurry down the remaining stairs and head towards him."Morning," I mumble when I'm a few feet from him.His eyes rise to me, then he gives his wristwa
"Oh, wow, are those Fendi jeans? You're full of surprises, aren't you?"I suppress the urge to sigh as Fiona appears beside me.We've just completed our morning meeting to check the progress of the various projects. I arrived at the company a few minutes to eight to find a crowd of protesting fans gathered outside. I managed to make my way through and get into the building.It's almost nine thirty and the crowd is only growing bigger.I organize my folder and hold it against my chest. "You seem to have me pegged as someone I'm not," I reply. "That's why you're always surprised."I, of course, don't own a pair of Fendi jeans. Or any designer clothes at all. I tend to go for comfort before worrying about what brand names I'm wearing. Besides, I'm not in a position to buy jeans worth hundreds of dollars. But Fiona doesn't need to know that my current pair was borrowed from a closet in Park Hyun B
The media and the internet have a field day.That's until 2p.m when Ji Bora, Byun Jihoon's co-accused, holds a press conference organized by her agency.What she reveals leaves the country in a frenzy, but of a much different kind from that of earlier on today.Apparently, Ji Bora and Byun Jihoon are mother and son.Ji Bora had Jihoon at 18. Being a mother threatened the dreams she had of being a star actress. To make matters worse, her son was the product of a fling with a married man in his thirties. The man and his wife agreed to take Jihoon as their own if she disappeared from their lives. She gave up her son and chased her dreams.Her acting career went well, but she always regretted giving up her son. After he turned eighteen, she was afraid to approach him lest he hated her. Then he debuted as an idol and she knew she couldn't ruin his career by bringing a messy family scandal into the pictur
*Hyun Bin's POV*My bottle of wine is almost gone, but the thoughts in my head are as prominent as ever. It's funny how after everything that has happened yesterday and today, she's the only thing my mind is fixated upon.I mean, yesterday, I was in a cold sweat, terrified that someone knew about Yeri's location and had been following me around. Today, I woke up to the news that Byun Jihoon, leader of my debut boy group, was in a dating scandal with a much older actress. Who later turned out to be his birth mother.To be honest, the issue with Yeri had me in the worst position. I could have easily navigated the situation with Jihoon had it turned out worse.Regardless, despite those two near disasters, it's her face that's at the forefront of my mind.Emma Tsindoli.Ever since that woman walked through my office door, I've broken a few of my own rules. I was attracted to
**Hyun Bin's POV** Before I found out that I was wrong about Emma, I was busy kicking myself for allowing my attraction to blind me from a possible threat. To be fair, I had taken the usual precautions of checking her background before hiring her. But that doesn't mean there isn't a possibility of someone slipping through my scrutiny. So, before Michael came along and everything was straightened, I was berating myself for lowering my guard due to my attraction. Then, after she was cleared of everything, I found myself back to square one. She is working for me, but all I want is my hands on her. Walking into her in the kitchen in a flimsy night dress, talking about fucking me in her dreams, was the last nail on that particular coffin. Especially since myself, I'd left my bed after an erotic dream featuring her. If she hadn't insisted
**Emma's POV**Me and my group of colleagues end up spending too much time at the chicken place. Mostly because the stories keep coming.It isn't until seven o'clock that I find myself in the bus heading home. It has been a crazy two days, so all I want is to go home, have a shower, and get in between my sheets. I cross my fingers, hoping for zero drama today.If my mother is still in my apartment, I'll simply act like she doesn't exist. If she says something nasty to me, I'm going to pretend I can't hear her.After I get off the bus, I stroll towards my apartment. The night is quiet and cold. Peaceful. Complete contrast to the mayhem we woke up to today at Park Entertainment.Hopefully, the rest of the week will go by without any incidences.I'm walking towards the entrance of my apartment when there's a movement behind me. Then, before I can pun
By the time I get to work, I've called Roberto like twenty times. He has ignored every single one of my calls. And hasn't replied to the many texts I've sent in between.I huff.He must be enjoying his little power trip.Okay. Maybe not so little. If he gets his way, I'll be knees deep in trouble.I rush through the office at twenty past eight. Someone calls out a greeting to me, but I can't concentrate on that. All my senses are searching the direction of Fiona's cube. Whether I like it or not, she's the only hope I have of getting to Roberto and asking him to stop whatever he's brewing.I head over and she's sitting at her desk, on her phone."We need to talk," I tell her, keeping my voice low.She looks at me, then back to her phone. "About?""You know what," I reply, trying hard not to snap.
"I finally get to have one good night's sleep and what do I wake up to in the morning? Another scandal brewing, with my company's name top of the menu. Who is that guy, what does he do, and what does he know about you?"I've barely gotten comfortable in the seat when Hyun Bin starts his rant.He looks pissed off.His tie looks to have been pulled at a few times, his coat is resting on his seat, and his shirt sleeves are rolled to his forearms. He looks hot.I clear my throat and restrain my runaway thoughts."He knows, uh, pretty much everything about me." Including where I live. "I saw him yesterday. ""And?"I shift in my chair. "He wanted to talk but I turned him down. Said I'd regret it.""So he's paying you back for rejecting him."I nod."You have horrible taste in guys, don't you?"*Yea