CHAPTER 5

"Shit, Grantt!" I moaned due to his swift movements above me. It felt like I was going insane with the sensations coursing through me because of what we were doing.

"Please," I pleaded as his pace slowed down. It was as if he was teasing me.

"Please what, baby?" he whispered to me, then entered forcefully, but quickly withdrew. I felt like giving him a good smack for playing with my emotions like this.

"Please, baby, make it fast. Please, ugh!" I gasped as he sped up again.

I could hear the creaking of our bed. I could hardly control my moans, and soon, we both climaxed, collapsing on each other, drenched in sweat. My whole system was still trembling.

He pulled the blanket and covered our naked bodies. He pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arm around me. We fell asleep together, his hand caressing my body.

I fell asleep and woke up in the morning. I'm certain about one thing: something special happened between Grantt and me last night. It happened so fast that I woke up feeling as if I'd been through tough training. Maybe it's because he was my first, and I was his.

In all the years we've been married, it was only last night that I truly understood who he is. He's the most passionate lover I've ever had. I haven't been with just anyone in bed, so I was surprised by his energy last night.

"That stare, breathe smell, taste, warmth, I know it's you, Yong. This bed is ours. Me and only you."

It happened because of that darned bed and bedsheets. I even involved Wendy, but I still couldn't stop him.

And what does he mean by waiting for me? That he ran out of patience?

Is he fooling me?

I stopped my thoughts when I felt him return from outside. He got up early, and I don't know why he hasn't left yet. Embarrassment overwhelmed me, so I feel like I can't face him right now.

Why should you be the one feeling embarrassed, Yongsann? It should be him.

"Are you awake?" I jolted as he suddenly hugged me from behind. My body tensed up because I still didn't have any clothes on, just the blanket covering me.

"Go away," I said grumpily. I heard his soft laughter. I breathed a sigh of relief because he had moved away from me, but I still couldn't completely calm down because he was still sitting on our bed.

"Why are you angry? Didn't you enjoy it?" he asked playfully, kissing my exposed arm.

I felt my system fluster again, so I tried to compose myself by being rude to him.

"Shut up, Grantt. Just go to your Wendy," I retorted and avoided eye contact.

I suddenly felt intense annoyance at the thought that he and Wendy might be doing the same things we did last night. I was curious if they always enjoyed each other's company like this.

Aish, this jerk!

I suddenly sat up. It was clear that my action caught him off guard, as his gaze questioned me. I tightened the grip of the blanket around me to keep it from slipping. I knew I had nothing left to hide from him because he had seen my whole self, but my heart raced even more, especially since we were so close. This was not the way we used to be.

"Tell me, how many times have you two done that?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

You better give me a good answer, Gomez, or you'll be off this planet.

His lips parted slightly. It seemed like he didn't expect me to ask that. "Since when did you care about us? I thought you weren't interested in anything we have or do when we're alone."

"Grantt," I emphasized. The corner of his mouth lifted.

And he was really enjoying the fact that I was annoyed with his expression, huh?

We locked eyes, and in the end, he was the one who broke the stare. He sighed and nestled closer to me. I held onto the blanket tightly to keep it from slipping off my body. It seemed like I was already stressed by this guy and his official public partner this early in the morning.

"Are Wendy and I married for that?" he asked innocently. His question was innocent enough, but it added to the weight of my emotions.

I knew myself well, and this time, I couldn't deny the jealousy I felt toward his showbiz partner. What happened between us had triggered all my jealousy and insecurities, leaving me feeling this way. After all, he had taken my virginity, and I had nothing left to be proud of.

I realized too late that tears had started to flow down my face, and I could see surprise in his eyes.

"Hey, why are you crying?" he panicked, unsure of what to do. "Yong, why? Please, tell me why."

I lowered my head and wrapped my arms around my knees. My sobs seemed to fill the room, and a whirlwind of thoughts raced through my mind this early in the morning.

What's happening to me? Why am I feeling like this?

"Yong," I heard him call my name. His voice was calmer and filled with concern as he gently stroked my back.

What will happen to me now? After a month, we'll be separated anyway. Was I born just to endure repeated hurt and suffering?

This can't be, Yongsann. Don't be too weak. You're strong, right? Will you let everything you've worked so hard for over the years go to waste, whether it's Greel or this guy Grantt? Will you let them both leave you?

I became lost in thought due to those questions. I turned to look at him, and our eyes met.

It's not too late to claim you as mine, Grantt Gomez. You're the one who devised a way to prevent me from letting you go entirely.

Just when he had convinced me to sign the annulment papers, he provided a compelling reason not to proceed.

"Nothing like that ever happened between Wendy and me, okay? Don't jump to conclusions. Why are you crying, huh?"

"Don't display your affection for Wendy in front of me, or I might just inform her that I'm not only your manager but also your wife," I said earnestly and attempted to get out of bed. He wanted to assist me, but I pulled away from his hand. "Don't touch me unless I ask you to. That's my first condition."

Though it was challenging, I managed to enter the shower room and take a shower. Afterward, it seemed like some of the weight I had been carrying had lifted. Walking didn't feel as difficult anymore. Soon, I would be okay.

So, is this exactly how the first time feels, huh?

I can't afford to skip work today; there's still so much to prepare for Venice's MV filming, and I don't want to be an irresponsible manager.

After getting dressed, I left the room and headed straight for the kitchen, where I found Grantt quietly preparing food at the dining table.

"Why don't we have a meal before you leave? Join me," he suggested.

"No, I'll eat elsewhere," I declined and was about to exit the kitchen when he used the remote control to lock the door. "Grantt!"

"I cooked so that you could eat before leaving, and now you won't? So, what should I do with all this food? That's why we can't seem to agree on things, Yongsann. Your head is too stubborn."

I placed my sling bag on a chair. "Oh, really? Is your head more flexible, then?"

"Which head are you referring to?" he grinned.

I immediately felt my face flush as I understood what he meant.

Aish, this jerk! He's polluting my thoughts.

"Grantt," I warned in a firm tone. He just grinned and shrugged.

"Come on, Yong. It's too early to have a dirty mind. That's why you really need to eat before work."

I stared at him. He resembled Greel again.

"What kind of expression is that?" he asked when he noticed me staring.

"You look like Greel when you wear that expression," I said, my gaze still fixed on him.

No matter how you looked at it, they really had a strong resemblance. I couldn't tell the difference since I never saw them together.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, followed by an irritated expression on his face. I secretly chuckled. I expected him to get annoyed with what I said. Comparing him to his brother was something he disliked the most.

"Do you miss him?" he teased and then dramatically dropped the spoon he was holding onto a plate.

"Is that not allowed?" I teased back. Now it was my turn to make him jealous.

Jealous? Him? Not even a chance, Yongsann.

"I am not him and I am nth times better than him. Always remember that, Yong."

"Really? Even though Greel left me and never showed up again, I can still say he's sweeter than you."

I expected a reaction from him, but it didn't come. I was in the mood for an argument, but it seemed like he had an unusually long patience today.

"I won't be going to the studio with you anymore; I don't want any drama... Oh, wait, I'll go with you," I quickly changed my mind, recalling my plan to stick with him.

I'll contemplate how to remove Wendy from his life. It's not like I'm going to harm her; I'll just reclaim what's rightfully mine.

Let's just say I can be an angel, and I can be a bit of a devil too.

"I'm accustomed to controversies, and I know you are too. Nothing new there. By the way, I'll be meeting Sir Rozen later."

Sir Rozen is one of the talented music producers and composers, often collaborating with Director Hannah.

"For what?"

"Well, didn't you say we need to release new music? Our fans are eager for it, right?"

"Yeah, I did say that, Grantt, and their reason is valid. Don't stick to just doing covers. Release a new song."

"Alright then. Will you join me later?"

I nodded silently and pulled out a chair. Even at first glance, his cooking appeared delicious.

We both ate without exchanging words. Later, he tidied up the kitchen, and I washed the dishes.

It was the first time we left the house together, and it marked my inaugural commute to work with him.

"Seatbelt," he reminded me, and I swiftly fastened it, leaning back and closing my eyes.

"Oh, this must be how Wendy feels when she's in this car with a handsome driver," I quipped. I couldn't see his reaction, but it didn't concern me.

"You do tend to assume a lot. You're aware that Wendy has her own car and driver, right?"

"I know, but it's hard to believe you've never driven her around before."

"But not in this car. You also know I rarely take out my favorite car."

I chose not to argue further. It appeared he was speaking the truth.

"Also, stop provoking Mr. Allan Fuentes. That guy isn't human, and I know you're well aware of that," he cautioned.

I woke up suddenly. How did he know we had some issues with Sir Allan? I hadn't told him much, just that I needed Director Hannah.

"I just want Venice's MV to be really good. Is that wrong? I'm the kid's manager, so I know she has a lot of fans. But he doesn't believe in Venice as much as he should," I said, feeling frustrated.

"We're going all out with Mr. Fuentes, and I'll make Venice's album."

I sat up straight and stared at him. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, I'm not joking, Yong. I also want to be a music producer, so let me do it. Plus, Venice is like a younger sibling to me, and I can see her talent in singing and dancing. We'll also bring in Director Hannah if it makes you happy."

I felt my face light up. With this rich guy, I was sure the filming set would be even better than I had hoped.

"Sure, just make me a co-producer. I'm tired of only being a handler," I added, sounding a bit annoyed.

This marks a promising beginning for my journey into the music industry as a producer. I'm in need of a new career path, especially since this artist over here has become excessively attached to me. It's time for me to release him as my artist.

"Deal," he responded.

A smile crept across my face uncontrollably. Now, I could finally breathe a sigh of relief as my concerns lessened. I also needed to inform Venice about this to put her mind at ease.