CHAPTER 9

There was a growing bulge that I felt as I was sitting on him. I fixated myself onto his lap, spreading my legs as I sat. He seems to like that I was sitting on top of him; he instantly grabbed my bottom, closing the distance between our bodies.

I gulped when he gently moved my hips to make our sensitive parts touch. We still have our clothes on, yet I could feel the heat of our bodies as if we were both naked. He grabbed my boobs and yanked my top off. My tits flew off, and he sucked them like a baby, and I was savoring every pleasure he was giving me.

He finally freed his hardened cock from his pants with his other hand, and I swiftly stroked it. A pool of dampness was starting to build on my panties. He didn’t even start to play with it yet, but it already wanted his soreness to be inside. Bryle stopped sucking my chest when he realized I shoved my panties aside to set his dick face on my pussy.

“You couldn’t wait,” he breathed and kissed my neck. I just ignored what he said, I’m already craving, wanted to feel his cock inside of me again. I couldn’t help but moan as I inserted his manhood into me.

His hand shifted onto my hips and guided me to thrust up and down, “Shit, you are so wet.” He whispered between our moans.

This could be because of the alcohol, a simple interaction with Bryle made me hornier, or maybe this is just the effect whenever I’m with Bryle? I don’t know anymore…

I rode him faster. I could see that he liked how I took all of him and deeper into me. I can’t stop how intense my moans are becoming, especially when Bryle was making me feel how much he desires me.

"I'm cummin’," he announced while intensely thrusting more into me. I could hear the friction of our private parts making, which adds to the sensual feeling I’m experiencing and to wanting even more.

I’m already tired, but I’m not finished yet. I’m yearning more, and I think Bryle was also thinking the same because he carried me to the edge of the balcony. He made me hold onto the railings and bend me over.

“I wanna try fuckin’ you from behind,” He said, then I felt his dick inside of me again.

This time, his thrusts became more aggressive into me; it was faster, and making more sound as he went deeper. There was nothing I could do but moan endlessly from the combined pleasure and pain that I was feeling. He yanked off my hair, making my head fly up, looking at how the dark skies watch our perversion. I bit my lower lip when I realized our position.

“Geez, Eli, you’ve got a thick ass—” he then slapped it, making me moan louder. He pulled my hair again at the instant that I was already standing. He massaged my chest from behind while his other hand was still holding on to my waist.

“Oh fuck, you’re making me hornier, Eli,” he coarsely said.

My legs started to weaken from how he rammed hard into my pussy. I’m beginning to feel the juices dripping down my thighs from our parts that still keep pressing against each other.

His lips started to wander on my skin, he kissed me on my nape, travelling down to my shoulders. He stopped at my ears and whispered, “You like this speed?”

‘Fucking yes, of course!’ I wanted to respond, but an involuntary moan left my mouth. He smiled when he saw how lewd my expressions were.

He increased his speed more until he said, “I’m fucking cumming again, ugh…” Then he focused on his pace until I felt the warm release inside of me. Shit, his juices are hot…

I dropped as my knees were trembling, but Bryle quickly caught me and carried me. He knew that I was going to doze off after what had just happened. He grinned when our eyes met, “Sleep well, Eli. Have a good night.” Words that I heard last before I fell into sleep.

"Did you prepare this dish?" I inquired as he set a plate of carbonara before me. I smiled, as pasta was one of my favorite foods, and took a taste—and paused, surprised by the flavor. It was delicious in a way I had not anticipated.

"Yeah, I made it specifically for you," he said, starting to eat.

"You can cook? I would not have guessed," I observed. He made no response, focusing instead on his phone as if he had something important to attend to.

"Let’s meet after office hours. We need to go somewhere." My brow furrowed immediately—where could that be?

As I arrived at Lee Corp, I immediately noticed Aeun’s restlessness. She was pacing back and forth in her office, and I didn’t have to ask why—she clearly had a lot on her plate.

"Eli," she called out as she entered, carrying papers as usual. "Please review these before signing."

She was about to leave my office when I stopped her. "What’s going on? You seem like you’re racing against time."

"Something’s up, actually! Your grandmother is coming, and you know how she is—once she’s here, she’ll have comments on everything." She wasn’t wrong. I nodded slightly.

"Are you scared of getting scolded by Grandma?" I teased, and she raised her eyebrow instantly.

"Excuse me? I’m just trying to avoid you getting scolded. When was I ever scolded by your grandmother? It’s usually you she’s after, isn’t it?" I winced at that—she had a point. I went back to work, focusing like Aeun until I lost track of time.

My phone buzzed, and I saw a message from Bryle saying he’d pick me up. I couldn’t help but smile, knowing he’d come to my office.

After a full day of work, I waited for Bryle in my office. I had Aeun leave early to get some rest. Where could we be going? Would we eat out again? Or hit a bar for drinks? I hadn’t asked about his plans, so I had no idea.

A little while later, I got another message from Bryle, asking what my favorite color was. I smirked at the question. Was he that interested in me that he’d ask something like that? I shook my head at the thought and replied: green. No response came back. I leaned back in my swivel chair, staring up at the office ceiling.

Suddenly, memories of the things Bryle and I had donce since our first meeting flooded through my mind. To be honest, I still had no idea why he’d said that I kissed him before—what was behind those words, I didn’t know. Guess I’d just have to ask him when I got the chance.

At first, I hadn’t liked him much, though he was arrogant. But as time went on, getting to know him… I realized not all first impressions are accurate. Most of the time, you just misjudge people. And I think I’ll get to know Bryle better this way—since we’re always together, even if we do brawl a lot.

I glanced at my wristwatch, growing impatient. Bryle was taking a while to pick me up. I checked my phone, no messages from him, so I decided to head to Cava Corp instead. Maybe he had a meeting that he ran late for. Since he’d dropped me off here earlier, I just called a taxi to get to his workplace.

When I arrived, I asked the guard if Bryle had left yet, and smiled when he said Bryle was still inside, finishing up some work. I’d been here before, so I headed straight to his office, expecting to surprise him with a cheerful greeting. But it wasn’t the cheer that crossed my face—it was irritation.

Because my own two eyes saw Bryle embracing a woman inside his office. What made it even more frustrating was that—after they hugged, he kissed her on the cheek. Yes, Bryle himself kissed her cheek.

I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel about the scene I witnessed...

It was like I wanted to lash out in anger...