Dea wiped her lips with a tissue, then scowled at him with anger, an unusual feeling was sticking in her throat. "Lee Myung-dae!"
Myung-dae wanted to shrink into the chair. He didn't know his suggestion was totally that unexpected to her. He looked at her with pleading eyes, thinking how to explain this to her.
A few months ago, he had come to hear some rumors about a new Mafia boss in Busan city. One night, he was being followed by some unknown strangers, while walking on the streets alone, he thought they were the spies of their competing companies. His phone was dead and he didn't have any gun with him for his protection. When those five guys attacked him from behind like some cowards, a man saved his life from them, just like a hero. Myung-dae had been in contact with that mysterious man a few times, but he didn't tell Choi Dea anything about that. He didn't even know about his true identity until a week ago by coincidence.
The Mafia boss was Jeong Sung-ho.
"What's going on in your that little head?" Dea observed his face carefully, it was obvious that he was thinking something deeply. She recalled what he just said. Could it be that he had some connection with a Mafia boss and never told her about that?
Myung-dae kept creating threads of theories in his head, didn't hear her.
"Lee Myung-dae!" she slapped her palm on the desk loudly.
"Yes, Boss!" he jumped from the chair spontaneously, bowing his head down.
'She is truly going to fry me today.'
Choi Dea was feeling a bit curious about the Mafia he mentioned. Her company was in the top ten in all of companies in the country, she had pretty good reputation in makeup industry. Although she was very secretive about her private life, she was famous because of her father Choi Man-young, the ex CEO and founder of 'Dream Shade'.
"Boss," Myung-dae looked at her with innocent eyes. "A-re y-you going to fry me t-today?"
Dea rolled her eyes. "What do you think?"
Myung-dae joined his hands together and whined, "No, no, Choi Dea! Please don't do this," he held up his fingers in the air. "I swear I won't make these kind of stupid suggestions again! Forget the Mafia, forget thinking about any help. We....we have enough of our strengths, we can overcome this situation! I swear I will work hard. Every company has their ups and downs, don't they? Please Choi Dea, for the sake of our nine years friendship, don't eat my job!"
A deep chuckle came behind from him.
Choi Dea suppressed a giggle.
CFO Seo Jae-hwa was standing behind him, a smug smile covering his lips. As soon as Myung-dae noticed him, his expression turned into angry. God knew how long he had been standing there, listening to his whining.
'You jerk. What are smiling about, eh? Only Jesus know how long I can hold my rage or otherwise I smash your that girlish face against the wall to let it all out. Hmph!'
Jae-hwa nodded slightly at Dea and casted a glance at him. "Nice speech, Mr. Lee."
Myung-dae made a pouty face at her, then turned to the door after mumbling something under his breath, didn't bother take a look at Jae-hwa.
"Myung-dae, wait," she called out.
He fixed his glasses glumly. "What?"
"One o'clock. We're going."
"To see the person who just suggested," she tilted her head to Jae-hwa. "Take a seat, Mr. Seo," Dea said. "We have a lot to talk about."
Myung-dae blinked rapidly with confusion. Did she just agree to meet the Mafia boss?
'Yayyy!' he mutely shrieked with happiness.
Three hours later.
Choi Dea unbuckled the seatbelt and straightened her coat, inhaling sharply. She pulled out a small hand mirror from the dashboard, as she usually didn't carry purse with her. She checked her lipstick in the mirror and pressed her red lips together, brushing the hair locks from her forehead.
'Should I just untie my hair? I kinda look weird in a ponytail.' After thinking some, she untied her reddish brown hair and let them fall on her slim shoulder.
Myung-dae observed her with horror from the driver's seat. He couldn't help but blurt out, "Dear Dea, are you going to seduce the Mafia boss? I don't think it's going to work on him if you're going to go in like this."
Dea glared at him. "Shut up. Do you want me to fire you that much?"
"No, no, no! I was just kidding," he shook his head vigorously. "You look beautiful as always, don't you?"
"Hm," she turned her attention back to her reflection. "Anyway, what did you say the this Mafia's name is?"
"I didn't," Myung-dae stated.
"So tell me now."
"His name is..... Jeong Sung-ho," he slowly replied, tapping fingers on the steering wheel. He was thinking if he did the right thing to bring her here. She was that cold and grumpy, who knows if she could hold her temper in front of the Mafia boss.
"Myung-dae," she suddenly moved from her seat and leaned to him, hastily looking straight into his eyes. "It turned out that you have some things you haven't told me yet. I'm not going to ask you now how you and this Mafia met. But later," she flicked his forehead. "I will pull out every single secret you have been keeping away from me, one by one."
Myung-dae stiffened, blinking at her hostile gesture. It seems to him that she actually wanted to pull out his every organ of his poor body, one by one.
"Okay, Boss," he breathed out, rubbing his forehead.
"Let's go inside."
Choi Dea glanced around the whole house, feeling lightly envious that it was a lot more beautiful than hers. It was evident that this vast five storey building was made by a world famous architect, it had unique design. Even the windows were so clear, dazzling in the sunlight, like there were nothing. She glanced back at the front gate which had already been closed, her incisive eyes didn't miss the cameras hiding amongst the leaves of the trees. The beautiful blossoming garden they were passing, her eyes followed a measured way beside it, no wonder they had digital burglar alarm system too.
Myung-dae opened his mouth, eyeing the place like a hawk. "Wow! This is place so beautiful and huge!"
"Shut up," Dea narrowed her eyes. She needed to alert her bodyguards if something went wrong between this Mafia boss and her.
'Ih, it's really unbelievable,' Myung-dae thought. "Even Boss looks nervous about meeting the Mafia. Aha, the female coldhearted CEO and the super handsome Mafia boss! What a great pair they can be!"
They climbed to the doorsteps after walking through the wet grasses, there wasn't a door, another huge gate. Before Choi Dea could do anything, the gate automatically opened.
"He is watching us," Myung-dae whispered to her, glancing around the place, it was well decorated with flowers in tobes. There was a door at the end of the way, it looked like behind it there was a hall room. Choi Dea stepped front to the door and just like the gate, the door opened itself.
As soon as Myung-dae got a chance to look behind the door, he gasped audibly.
There was a big hall with uncommon setup, had similarity to an auditorium, the difference was there were only a few chairs in the room. The golden gleaming chandeliers above their heads made Myung-dae's eyes widening. Unlike the brighter outside of the building, the inside was completely different, it was darker. Choi Dea focused her eyes on the man sitting in the middle of the hall, surrounded by four men and three women, wearing black sunglasses, coat-suited.
He was wearing a simple tight white shirt, the sleeves were folded neatly. The top two buttons were unbuttoned, his shoulder muscles were evident. His messy hair was falling on his forehead, near his perfectly shaped forehead.
He was surprisingly young.
Looking into his unreadable blue eyes, Choi Dea felt nervous for the first time in her life. She never felt anything like that in front of any man before. Could it be that she had never met anyone like him previously?
Myung-dae stopped a feet away from him, grinning sheepishly. He already had called in phone to let him know that they were coming. Since he guessed that a Mafia like him wouldn't like a handshake with him. So instead of that he asked, "Brother Jeong, how have you been?"
The Mafia boss was staring at her unblinking, as if he was trying to see through her. Hearing the cheerful question, Sung-ho replied blankly, "I'm good. How are you, Myung-dae?"
Choi Dea cleared her throat, breaking the mutual stare with him. His voice was husky and pleasant, it sent another motion of tingle through her body.
'Why am I feeling like this?'
Myung-dae followed his gaze to her, then grinned again. He waved his hand to introduce her to him, "This is Miss Rachel Choi, the CEO of Dream Shade...."
Before he could say anything more, Sung-ho stood up from his chair, never taking his eyes off her. He wanted to see her from more closer, as close as possible, he thought.
"You are....." Sung-ho softly spoke.
"Like Myung-dae said, my name is Rachel Choi," Dea swallowed down, staring at him back, truly challenging herself to keep doing that. Her breath suddenly quickened when he stepped more closer to her and locked his blue eyes with her brown eyes.
"Ridiculously beautiful," he finished the sentence.
Choi Dea rolled her eyes.'What? Did I hear him correctly? Is he complementing me or teasing me?' Sung-ho snapped his fingers idly and instantly the bodyguards knew that meant he wanted to talk with Miss Choi alone. They walked front without saying a word and a female bodyguard swiftly gestured at Myung-dae to go outside.'Ah-heh. Is this woman saying me to leave them alone? Why isn't Boss telling something either? It looks like she and Brother Jeong are participating a staring competition, not even glancing at me!' Myung-dae eyed his boss and his Brother Jeong nervously, not understanding if he really should leave them alone for talking. It was true that he had a good feeling about the Mafia, but who knew what he would do to her if he left the room. Choi Dea usually lost her patience easily, if they both started fighting each other a second later the door was closed, he wouldn't be surprised."Out," the female bodyguard u
She widened her eyes, like her whole world was exploding before her eyes. As soon as his warm lips touched hers, her mind went blank, she didn't know what to do. She numbly stared at his thick, fluttering eyelids, feeling his slightly heavy breath. She knew she had the strength to push him away, but what she didn't know was why her body wouldn't move. He spontaneously moved his hand to her thigh, pulling in and out her lips by his, until....Dea pushed him away, dumbstruck.'What the hell just happened?'Sung-ho was stumbled back to his chair, exhaling sharply. When he noticed her hard and startled look, he realized that he shouldn't have kissed her like that. Not in their meeting after so many years."Have you gone crazy? Why did you do that?" She suddenly felt so angry looking at his red, swollen lips. Those lips were just on her mouth, tasting her. She hastily wiped her lips by the back of her hand and gave him a cold
Choi Dea hopped out from the driver seat and closed the car door slowly. She was standing in front of a small neat two-storey building and the whole place was plunged into dark as the lights were off. She wondered if her sister was in her home, otherwise she weren't aware of where to find her. As usual, she came here without informing her about that. Choi Joo-eun was a thriving model of a new fashion company and because of her beautiful look, it didn't take much time for her to gain popularity. She was two years younger than Dea, actually they weren't blood siblings by birth. Dea was known of the fact that her sister hated her as much as possible, nothing could stop her from that since she hadn't even hesitated to destroy her own father's company.Sometimes, hate for someone can go beyond control, it becomes massive. Choi Dea took a deep breath and passed the gate of the house. She could hear the monotonous humming
Dea tiredly entered the password of the gate, good thing her stepmother didn't change that until that time. Her head was still throbbing because of what Joo-eun had said to her earlier, her mind was running with an unknown feeling. All she had done in her life was just moving on and pretending everything else around her was invisible, the cause was she had been broken. Something had broken her a long, long time ago, which couldn't be fixed again. But in this evening, after hearing Joo-eun's words, another thing seemed to snap inside her again.A middle-aged housemaid named Wandara opened the front the door. She had been taking care of their house for years, she was kind-hearted and nice, Dea knew her well."Miss Choi!" Wandara widened her eyes, looking at her with shock. "You came home eventually! Why on the heaven you're still standing outside? Come in, come in!" she vigorously waved her hand and stepped aside from the door to let her
"What a lovely meeting of father and his daughter, isn't it?" Suddenly a voice spoke near from the door, with a little hint of banter.Dea tilted her head after hearing that. Choi Chun-ja was standing by the doorframe, casually leaning against the wooden door. Her black hair was perfectly trimmed and her face was covered with light makeup. It looked like she just returned from her usual evening shopping. She looked at her with mock sweetness and smiled at her husband with more honey."How are you, Mum?" she asked politely in order to not make the situation awkward."I'm fine, sweetie," she spoke. "You didn't say... that you would be coming home.""Thought I should come to see Dad."Chun-ja smiled at her statement and observed her outfit carefully. "Aren't your clothes more getting.... boyish, Choi Dea? You are a grownup woman, you should stick to women's clothing style, right?"Dea didn't smile at her back and replied in
The phone was ringing continuously.And boringly. Dea relaxed herself under the shower, letting the water wash the soap lather from her body. She turned off the showerhead after quite a while and brushed the fog away from the mirror glass by her hand. She intensely looked into her brown eyes, while water was dripping from her hair. Then she let out a frustrated sigh and wrapped a towel around her naked body.After she stepped out from the bathroom, she picked up the phone, praising the caller's super lengthy patience."What's up, Myung-dae?""Gosh. What's with that voice?" His voice came through. "Are you alright?""No, I don't think I'm. And yeah I was, until now," she replied curtly. "I feel annoyed. What did you call for?""Really? CIO Ji-ho got the IP address a minute ago, so I called you to let you know that."Dea put the phone in loudspeaker and started to shake the water from her hair gent
"Mr. Jeong, are you okay? You suddenly seem.... distracted.""I-I'm...fine, it's.... fine," Sung-ho answered somehow, his hands were shaking because of that ugly memory. He pressed his hands together forcefully under the desk, ignoring the pain running through his nerves. Choi Dea looked at him with slight worry, wondering why he was sweating so hard. After he explained everything what happened with her sister and him, even though she wasn't sure whether it was truth or not, her expression softened a bit. She also noticed how he had reacted when she had mentioned his father Shi-woo. So she assumed that the relationship between Mafia son and father might not be good."Thank you for your explanation about Joo-eun," she said after a moment. "And I would prefer if you don't tell about this incident to anybody. Ever."Sung-ho frowned a little. "Urm, sure."She glanced at the bracelet again which her friend had given it to her when she was little.
Sung-ho stepped out from the building and briskly walked to his car. People around him were looking at him with surprise, he could tell they were wondering who he was. Because of being a Mafia's son, he usually never went out somewhere without his bodyguards. Though at first he hated it being surrounded by scary and smart-looking people headset mouthpiece all the time. He had been stubborn that he would go alone if he went outside of his house since he disliked the idea of gathering too much attention. But it hadn't taken much time to figure out that every time he had gone outside since he grew up, there were people who had been followed him like ghosts. Even when he was fourteen years old, one day he had been shot in the back of his left wrist and the bullet broke his Lunate bone of arm. Since then his father Jeong Shi-woo had strictly forbidden him to step outside from his home without bodyguards. Not that he had cared about what his father ordered, he kept the