Taming My Best Friend's Uncle

Jeannet I have a bad feeling about this, but I allowed Linda to talk me into accepting this job offer, mainly because I desperately need a job and to get out of James' apartment. Later in the evening, her uncle's limo that Linda borrowed arrives at Emperors Palace, and, for the first time, the place looks intimidating. I haven't been to such a fancy event in three years, and I feel out of place, even the designer dress that Linda borrowed me feels too much. We are Christmas fundraising ball that is held on the first weekend of December, and it is always attended by the wealthiest people. “Are you okay?” Linda’s voice brings me out of my train of thoughts. “Are you sure I can do this?” I whisper. "Isn't this dress too much? Tonight, I'm just an employee." “You are going to be great.” She chuckles as she fidgets with her hands. "And you need to wear the dress, because you are his partner for the Christmas ball. Girl, this is an international event." "You are the one who doesn't

Jeanet “You have no idea what that word means,” Damien says to her. “I think if we had to compare class, she is classier than you.” “You really brought her here as your date to spite me?” “Yep,” he says without even blinking. “Let’s go,” he extends his arm. I place my hand in the crook of his arm, and then he flashes me a smile that brightens his face. With great difficulty, I keep a straight face. I feel Rachel’s eyes burrowing holes in my back. We wait for the limo in silence in the parking lot. “I can’t let you work for me,” he breaks the silence. “I know,” I nod. When the limo arrives, he opens the door for me and motions for me to get in. I sigh with relief when I find Linda in the car. “How was it?” She is trying to lighten the mood, and it is a little more cheerful than necessary. I slide onto the seat next to her so that I can properly glare at her. “What were you thinking?” I glower at her. “I was thinking that I’m helping out a friend and a belov

Jeanet I’m trying by all means to avoid contact with Damien, especially after what he said to me at work today, but he is everywhere, so I resort to giving him the silent treatment. Without Linda in the house, things are worse. I’m in the kitchen to get water when I find him standing next to the refrigerator and drinking out of a water bottle after his evening workout. Damien is shirtless and wearing sweatpants, my eyes can’t look away from his ripped upper body. He follows my gaze, and I wait for him to give me the look of disgust for staring, but it doesn’t come. He walks away without saying a word. I sit on the bar stool and stare into space while I drink water. Damien walks back in a few minutes later; this time, he is wearing a t-shirt. The moment I see him, I fight the urge to close my eyes to avoid thinking about his body. His gaze is soft, and this confuses me. I get down from the stool, and he stands in front of me. He mirrors my step to the side. I desperately wa

Jeanet “Why are you still here?” Linda has just arrived from the lab, and she finds me in the library in the house. “I’m working.” I look up from the laptop. I am still working on my reports and looking through books about law. It’s been a while since I slept for more than three hours. I was trying to cover everything by Saturday, but it is Saturday night, and I am far from being done. “Are you not supposed to be on a date?” She knits her eyebrows. “Why didn’t you take my advice?" “I appreciate your advice, but I have figured I need this job.” “He was not going to fire you,” she protests. “You and I are not the same. He is your uncle,” I point out. “He will always forgive you, but I’m the friend who always got you into trouble and caused him endless headaches." "But..." "If I didn’t write the reports myself, he was going to be happy so that he could fire me.” I get up to go to the kitchen. “When did you become afraid of my uncle?” She follows me. “Me?” I gasp dra

Jeanet When I get up, I wave at Linda to say goodbye to her, and she waves back, a huge smile on her face. Someone, on the other hand, is still looking at us as if we stole something from him. Ji-Hwan seems confused, as if he doesn’t know whether he should go to their table or not. “You want to say hi to Damien?” I ask. “You know what, I will see him at the office when I want to speak to him, which will be five years from now.” “Let’s go,” I chuckle. He drives to his apartment to leave the car so that we can take a cab. “So, are you not going to tell me about you?” He glances at me from the driver’s seat, grinning. His smile lights up his whole face, it makes my heart pound. “Tell me about you first.” “Okay,” he sighs. “My mother is from China, and my father is from Korea. My mother is an only child, and I’m her only son. Both of my sisters are married. So, I was ordered to be part of the family businesses from my mother’s side, but while I was here, I studied law, and I fell