A tired sigh escaped Jas's lips. For eight continuous hours, he had been sitting behind his desk, his nose buried in files that rested comfortably in his hands. He had a lot of deals to sign. He wasn't aware of when the files were increasing. Whenever he saw that he was about to get done, another file appeared, rendering him tired.Yawning hungrily, he stretched his arms, rested his back on the leather chair he was sitting on, and swung on it. "Three files to go!" He sighed, a smile appearing on his ice-cold face. His hands found their way to the drawer just beside him and pulled it out. He picked up his phone and unlocked it to check the time.His heart skipped a beat when his eyes came into contact with his screen saver. It was a picture of Yoori pouting. She had pinkish cream smeared all over her mouth, looking like a moustache. Chuckling sweetly, he kept his phone aside and buried his nose in the files again. Memories of the day he snapped that picture started flowing through his

It has been a week, and Yoori is still giving Jas the silent treatment. Although they slept in the same bed and cuddled all night, she had yet to talk to him. Jas made sure not even a single chance slipped through his hands. He apologized to her for every second, minute, and hour. He was adamant about getting her to forgive him.What he couldn't understand was why Yoori was not refusing her. Like the other day, she didn't push him away when he tried to kiss. She let him go all the way with her. That was the most gentle sex they have ever had. He apologized in between each kiss they shared and each thrust he took at her.Jas supported himself in the bed and watched her as she slept peacefully. He wished things would go the way they were. Her smile, childishness, and stubbornness are what he missed. The tight hugs she gave him anytime he picked her up from her office were what he craved more than anything.He also missed her bubbly nature. He loved the way she bubbled with joy whenever

Jas and Yoori had just returned to their hotel room after a hectic day when his phone rang. Cursing inwardly, he turned it into silent mode and proceeded towards the bathroom to join Yoori, who was already sitting in the vast bathtub playing with the foamy water. "I thought my pet would wait for me, but I was mistaken." He teased taking off his clothes. "Oh, my goodness, Jas." "What's with the sand?" Yoori giggled, covering her mouth with her hands as she pointed to the grains of sand that had stuck in his snow-white thighs. "You now see why I despise basking on the sand." "I now look like a sand castle." He joked about joining Yoori in the bathtub. "What the hell, Yoori?" He screamed the moment his skin came into contact with the extremely cold water. He had asked her to prepare warm water but she did otherwise. "What?" She inquired with an innocent face, and Jas sighed. Grabbing the strawberry shower gel beside them, he poured it into his hands and scrubbed Yoori's skin. "I love

With his hands firmly holding Yoori's, Jas rested his head on her chest. He had tried everything within his means to bring her back, but he had terribly failed. For once, he thought that maybe he had mistaken the love he had for her. He thought that maybe the love wasn't enough at all. But what if his love was not enough? He would learn how to make it enough later because, right then, he had only one job: to bring her back, and there was no way he should fail or else he was going to lose her forever!"Two hours left." He mumbled when his dark blue eyes scanned the room and read the wall clock hanging above the door."Yoori, we don't have much time left; please come back to me." "I beg you." He shook her vigorously. "You like when I manhandle you, don't you?" "Today you will prove if it's true or if you have always lied to me." "Come back." He shook her more roughly. As he made to climb on top of her and kiss her, his doctor arrived and threw questioning eyes at him."Are you going to

"Spill!" Yoori yelled against Jas's ears, unexpectedly shocking him. She had been watching him for a long time. He looked like someone who wanted to tell her something but hesitated."Are you crazy?" "I can see you have gotten your energy back." He chuckled, shaking his head. He was used to Yoori's childishness. Where on Earth could someone possibly find a 22-year-old yelling against people's ears like that? He always felt like a blessed man in the world for winning the heart of a girl like her. Every day was like a ceremony to him. He was indeed blessed."Don't try to act innocent." You know why I'm telling you that; spill!" She yelled again, her hands akimbo. The baggy blue shirt she wore hang loosely around her slender body giving her a childish look."Spill what?" He asked, stood from his chair, and crossed his arms over his chest. "Pet, I can see you are now okay." "I will ask Kabir to discharge you." Upon saying that, he turned to leave, but Yoori pulled his hand."I know there