All Chapters of Mister Temptation 18+: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

He opens the door for me, and I whisper a quiet "Thanks," stepping inside as my heart races. I look around the house, it's neither too big nor too small, just enough for five or six people to live comfortably."Your room's upstairs," he says. "I renovated yours and your dad's rooms a few days ago, but if you want to change anything, feel free. I know your dad, so that part was easy. But I couldn't guess what kind of wallpaper, furniture, or other stuff you'd like."He's clearly trying to make conversation, probably sensing my awkwardness. I notice he hasn't locked the door as he walks toward the kitchen."That's okay, Mr. Kim," I reply, trying to sound casual. "I'm not that picky."He looks at me and chuckles, then reaches up to remove his mask. I hold my breath without even realizing it the moment I see his face. It's like looking at a work of art. Every feature harmonizes so perfectly it feels unreal. His big, doe like eyes seem warm and playful one second, then smolderingly intense

I dropped onto the bed, letting my head fall back against the pillows. a faint scent of lavender wafted up, of course. He really went all out with the "girly" theme. I didn't know whether to be touched or offended. Was this his way of mocking me? Or..... was it something else? My phone buzzed beside me, yanking me from my spiraling thoughts. A message from dad. "don't kill anyone on your first day. Be nice." - Dad I rolled my eyes and tossed the phone aside. Too late for that advice. Before I could fully sink into overthinking mode again, a soft knock came from the other side of the door. I sat up instantly, heart doing an unnecessary flip. "Who is it?" I called out. "Room service," came Ryan's sarcastic reply. Ugh. Of course. I opened the door just a crack. He stood there, leaning against the frame, holding a pink box. "You forgot your dessert," he said, eyes glinting mischievously. I opened the door fully, narrowing my eyes. "Didn't realize you were also the dessert del

No…No, he didn’t mean it that way.Why would he.....?I’m just overthinking.I tried to convince myself, lightly slapping my cheeks as I stood in front of the mirror.But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t brush it off.I shook my head, trying to stop the relentless train of thoughts. My head felt hot, no, my whole body felt hot. Feeling frustrated, I decided to take a shower.I opened my suitcase, still unpacked from yesterday because I had been too exhausted.My eyes landed on a light pink cropped tank top.The one my ex had gifted me on my birthday.It lay there, soft and innocent yet strangely tempting, as if it was calling out to me.My fingers twitched.Then, almost instantly, I slammed the suitcase shut and huffed in frustration before heading straight to the bathroom.____________When I stepped out of the shower, my phone buzzed.I picked it up, rubbing a towel over my damp hair."I’m leaving for some work. Take care. Be respectful to Jackson." – DadI scoffed, locking m