로그인My jaw dropped as soon as the question left his lips. Where was the customary "Hello?" or "Who are you?" Wasn't that how you were supposed to greet someone you've never met? Heck, I wouldn't even be surprised if this man started cursing at me out of the blue since he looked half-drunk already.
'Is this just him slurring out nonsense because he's drunk?' I thought for a moment, but then eliminated the idea. I don't think so. He's drunk, but not THAT drunk.
There was a long uneasy silence between us. The young man didn't seem to care. He simply raised his hand and drank the remaining bourbon in the bottle. Once he realized there was no more left inside the bottle, he tossed it on the carpet under his shoes and started looking around—for more. He clicked his tongue and muttered, "Tsk, should've bought more."
The man's eyes darted back to me, and I was still standing at the door warily. His eyes lit up as he saw the wine bottle I was holding in my hand. "Did you come to bring me some? Sweet!"
I quickly put the wine bottle back into the bag, clutching it protectively. I was saving this for myself and had no intention of sharing it with a random drunkard.
The young man chuckled when he saw my reaction. "So stingy. I can buy that from you if you want."
I frowned. This man sounded way too casual. We didn't even know each other!
"You know this is private property, right? How did you get in?"
The young man grinned—stupidly, I might add—and fished something out of his breast pocket. "I have this, obviously," the young man replied, dangling a ring of keys in front of me.
I studied the keychain. "That's the key from the head office. Who are you, really? What's your name and how did you get that key?"
"Hmm?" The man's grin widened teasingly. He was in a playful mood, especially after successfully identifying the woman before him. "I'm also curious about that," he answered cheekily, his smile almost a leer as he continued looking at me mischievously. "Do tell me once you know my name."
"Seriously—" My head was starting to ache. I had had a rough day and an even rougher night. Now I had to face an unscrupulous young man who also happened to be half-drunk.
"You can either leave of your own free will, or I'm going to call security to kick you out for trespassing," I said firmly. "I don't have the time to deal with your bullshit, not tonight at least."
"Hey, hey, relax," the man chuckled as he patted the spot next to him on the sofa. "Come here and chill with me. We can share those bottles of yours."
"Do you take me for an idiot?" I scoffed. "We're strangers. Don't act like you know me."
"Heh, really?" The man was now even more amused by my response. His gaze intensified, and I became keenly aware of how he was eyeing every small movement I made as though I was prey. "I think it is you who does not know me."
I was getting nervous under his gaze. I put down my bag of wine bottles and grabbed my phone from inside my tote instead. "I'm calling security!" I threatened.
"Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you," the man said, evidently unfazed by my words. "You'll be kicked out of here instead of me. Wouldn't that be an embarrassing sight?"
The young man's brazen boldness—he raised a brow teasingly at me—left me speechless. The confidence he exuded, even when half-drunk, was making me hesitate. Even the thought of being arrested by security didn't bother him! He also likely had access to the CEO's office as the place showed no signs of a break-in. He clearly was no ordinary person.
"You—who are you? Were you sent by the head office?" I demanded.
"Hmmm? Perhaps."
"Or are you a new employee that I don't know?"
"Could be that too, heheh."
I was starting to get annoyed. My gut told me that he was someone important and that I shouldn't mess with him, but I also wasn't in the mood to cater to anyone right now.
"whatever, I'll just find a hotel nearby," I grabbed my bag of wine and turned to leave when the man suddenly said something that made me stop in my tracks. "That's too bad, Christy Maddison Anderson. You look like you need some comforting."
"D-Did you just..."
"Call your name? Yeah, I did. So you can't say that we don't know each other. Because I do know who you are. I know you very well, sweetheart
I look at the stranger. I never expected him to straight-up point at me as the woman of his choice. My heart skipped a beat, caught between shock and a weird thrill. Was it the alcohol talking, loosening his tongue, or was he just teasing to keep the night interesting? I peered at him with scrutinizing eyes, searching his face for any hint of a joke, but damn, he was dead serious. Those intense green eyes held mine without flinching; he meant every word. He really wanted me as his woman, and for the life of me, I couldn't figure out why. What made me stand out in his world of family drama and high-stakes expectations?He chuckled, clearly enjoying my wide-eyed reaction. "What's with that look? You shouldn't be surprised.""What the fuck? You just said I'm the woman of your choice. Of course I'm surprised!" I snorted, trying to play it cool even as my pulse raced. "Don't mess with me! I'm not in the right mind for bullshit pickup lines tonight.""I'm not messing around," he stated firm
The young man turned around to face me again. He leaned on the glass pane and slipped his hand into his jeans pocket, shrugging playfully. "He's gone now."I smiled and nodded, relief washing over me. "Yeah, he's gone, thankfully.""And now it's just you and me," he grinned.I couldn't tell if he meant it or if it was just friendly teasing, but that line sent my heart and mind into a frenzy. My body heated up, and those perverted thoughts flooded back in, harder to shove away this time. What the hell was wrong with me? I took a big gulp of my wine to drown them out. Seriously, why was I getting horny in front of a total stranger?To cut the awkwardness, I asked, "How about you? What's your problem?"His grin vanished instantly, replaced by silence, like he wasn't about to spill.I clicked my tongue, annoyed. "What's with the silence? Didn't we agree to share our worries? I told you mine!""I know, and I'm not the type to go back on my word," he replied. He slid back into his seat, gra
Are you sure you are done with him?" The stranger asked me again."I nodded and raised my two middle fingers." I swear, I'm done with him." I said. And took a sip of my drink."Alright then, give me your ring." He said stretching out his hand.I blinked several times, staring at the man's open palm thrust right in front of me, his fingers steady despite the alcohol we'd both been drowning in. My mind reeled, struggling to process his words amid the haze of the bar's muffled chatter and clinking glasses. Had I heard him right?"What?" I managed, my voice barely above a whisper, confusion knitting my brows together."I said, give me your ring," he repeated calmly, his tone unwavering, like he was stating the most obvious fact in the world. "I'll throw it away for you. Right now.""T-Throw it away?!" I yanked my hand back instinctively, cradling it protectively against my chest with my other palm, as if shielding a fragile treasure. The shock hit me like cold water, sobering me up in an
I couldn't help but instinctively reach for the ring on my finger, twisting it nervously as if it might somehow shield me from this stranger's piercing gaze. Despite the haze of alcohol clouding his eyes, this man was shockingly perceptive, cutting right through my defenses like a knife through fog."J-Just because I'm married doesn't mean that whatever mess I'm in right now has anything at all to do with my marriage," I stammered desperately, my voice trembling as I tried to build some kind of wall around myself. God, I felt so utterly exposed, like he could see every crack in my armor, every hidden fracture I'd been ignoring for months. Part of me still whispered that he might be some kind of stalker, watching me from the shadows. But honestly, what would be the point? I wasn't anyone special—no celebrity, no supermodel turning heads. I was just Christy, an ordinary working woman drowning under the relentless weight of stress from my high-pressure job, deadlines that never ended, an
I watched as the young man got up and reached for the bag of wine I'd reluctantly shared. He pulled out one of the bottles, saw the label, and chuckled, showing his pearly-white teeth. "Heh, what a strong wine you've got here. You really want to get blackout drunk, huh?"He then opened two bottles of wine with practiced ease and handed me one like a gentleman. "Here's yours. I'm guessing you have a lot of reasons to drink right now. You must be exhausted from everything weighing on your mind. Get drunk with me and forget about all of it, alright?"I hesitated for a second. After all, getting drunk with a stranger wasn't the safest thing in the world. But his gaze was reassuring, as if wordlessly telling me that everything would be fine.At least for tonight.I bravely grabbed the bottle and took one big gulp without even thinking twice. I winced when I felt the burn as the alcohol hit my throat. But that quickly faded, and I was soon relaxed enough to continue drinking.This time, I s
I stopped dead in my tracks, my heart pounding like a drum in my throat as fear gripped me so tightly I could barely breathe. How the hell did this intruder know my name? He’d called it out twice, clear as day, like he owned the place. Was he some kind of stalker? My mind raced with worst-case scenarios—knives, ropes, dark alleys—what if he rapes me to death here? I wanted to run towards the door and scream for help, but my body betrayed me. Every muscle locked up, frozen in place. All I could do was stare helplessly at him, convinced he was seconds away from lunging and attacking.But to my utter surprise, he didn’t move an inch. He just stayed lounging lazily on the CEO’s leather sofa, exactly where he’d been when I first spotted him, his deep blue eyes watching me with that same teasing glint. Though there was zero hostility radiating from him—at least, not yet—it threw me off completely. I scanned the room again, my eyes darting to the shadows, half-expecting more intruders to pop







