I've never been blackmailed before.
Maybe because I've never come across a real life witch before.
I don't doubt for a second that Fiona would release my information to the public. I just wish she would stop being delusional about the whole me going after Mr. Park thing.
She is acting like a jealous girlfriend or something.
She's obviously the one who has her eyes on him.
After lunch, I count the minutes until it's 4 o'clock. I wish it is so I can leave work, but that would mean spending more time around my mother when I get back home. Instead, I'm just eager to see Fiona get out of my sight. After everyone leaves, I hang back at the office, researching more about the costumes I have to have ready in seven weeks. Luckily for me, the company building is open to staff throughout.
I leave after six.
Surprisingly, my mothe
If this was when Bella was still around, it would be a no brainier.Should I loiter around the streets, have dinner at some cafe, maybe sit at the park, then get back much later?Should I get a hotel room?No, that's going to be expensive. I don't exactly have money to be throwing around.A thought occurs to me. When I first moved here, I went upstairs to check the roof. There's nothing special up there, just a bunch of air conditioning units.And a gentle night breeze.Mind made up, I head towards the staircase and head upwards. There's nothing like solitude and a cool wind blowing in your face to forget about things.The building has eight floors in total. I'm on the flight leading to the seventh floor when someone appears at the top, coming downwards.It's a man, dressed all in black with a baseba
Hyun Bin leads me to a coupe sitting in the parking lot outside the complex."Where are you taking me?""Somewhere I can keep my eyes on you," he says, opening the passenger door. "Get it."I sigh. "Look, you're making a mistake.""Do you need me to shove you into the car, or are you going to do it yourself?"I glare at him, rage coursing through my veins. Well, let's see how far he wants to take this. I get into the car and he closes the door after me.Seconds later, he gets into the driver's side and starts the car. Can this be termed as a kidnapping? I remain silent, reviewing everything that has happened in my head. I wonder what he was doing at my apartment building. It's not a cozy complex where the likes of him live. Far from it. Was he there to see someone? Probably. Given his getup and the way he's hiding half of his face with that cap, he has to be hiding something.
I admit that when Park Hyun Bin debuted with his group ten years ago, I labeled myself his biggest fan. He was 23, the oldest member of the group, and the leader. I was a fifteen year old who was beginning to form high standards when it came to the opposite sex based on my favorite pop idols.Park Hyun Bin was not only talented but unbelievably good looking. Millions were infatuated with him, and I was no exception.Five years later, Hyun Bin left the group with two years remaining on his contract. It was a huge scandal that rocked the entire industry. Back then, his group, 6ix, was the biggest in the country and had a huge fan following. Hyun Bin apparently had a falling with the agency regarding mistreatment of the artists, and he choose to terminate his contract. The fandom was divided in half, with one block accusing him of betraying them and his teammates, while the other lauded him for taking a stance against the exploitative agency.
Hyun Bin lifts an eyebrow at my attitude and crosses his arms over his chest. "I'm still your CEO, you know."I hoist my bag onto my shoulder. "And I'm still human. Do you know why I went for a career in fashion design?''"Because you love it?""And because I wanted a career where I could be as freelance as I wanted so I didn't have to kiss asses pleasing hard-to-work-with superiors in the hopes of a promotion or something like that."His jaw ticks. "Are you calling me a hard-to-work-with boss?""No, but right now you appear like one who expects me to be all meek for the sake of my job after that show you pulled."He frowns and shifts from one foot to the other. "Usually, that's what happens.""I understand where you were coming from, Mr. Park. I'd probably also be suspicious of me if I was you. But you should have done due diligence befo
"Christ, Emma. The guy accuses you of being a stalker, almost fires and sues you, and you have a sex dream about him?"I face palm, then slap my cheek twice for good measure. Images from my earlier dream float into my mind and I shut my eyes tight. I need to stop thinking about it.It's 2a.m., and I'm in Hyun Bin's kitchen downstairs. Five minutes ago, I woke up from a dream where Hyun Bin and I were getting it on behind The Daze.That's right, in that alley where Roberto tried to force a kiss and Hyun Bin socked him in the face. But that's not the most mortifying part of the dream.It was the fact that a camera man appeared from nowhere and started taking photos. I knew we had to hide, but I couldn't get the words out to tell Hyun Bin that we should leave. Much like the dreams where I'm running away from something but my feet refuse to move. So there I was, fucking my celebrity crush aka my CEO, but instead of enjo
In the morning, I pick out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from the closet. I add my leather jacket on top. I shove the clothes I had on yesterday into my shoulder bag and head downstairs.It's a few minutes to 7.As I take the stairs downstairs, my mind is a jungle of thoughts. How am I going to act when I see Hyun Bin? Is he going to mention last night?Is it possible to pretend that what transpired in his kitchen never happened?My thoughts come to a sudden halt when I see him standing in front of his study room, all dressed up for work. He's in a fitting black suit, white shirt, no tie. His dark hair is slicked back, allowing me a full view of his face. He looks ready to go... Is he waiting on me?I hurry down the remaining stairs and head towards him."Morning," I mumble when I'm a few feet from him.His eyes rise to me, then he gives his wristwa
"Oh, wow, are those Fendi jeans? You're full of surprises, aren't you?"I suppress the urge to sigh as Fiona appears beside me.We've just completed our morning meeting to check the progress of the various projects. I arrived at the company a few minutes to eight to find a crowd of protesting fans gathered outside. I managed to make my way through and get into the building.It's almost nine thirty and the crowd is only growing bigger.I organize my folder and hold it against my chest. "You seem to have me pegged as someone I'm not," I reply. "That's why you're always surprised."I, of course, don't own a pair of Fendi jeans. Or any designer clothes at all. I tend to go for comfort before worrying about what brand names I'm wearing. Besides, I'm not in a position to buy jeans worth hundreds of dollars. But Fiona doesn't need to know that my current pair was borrowed from a closet in Park Hyun B
The media and the internet have a field day.That's until 2p.m when Ji Bora, Byun Jihoon's co-accused, holds a press conference organized by her agency.What she reveals leaves the country in a frenzy, but of a much different kind from that of earlier on today.Apparently, Ji Bora and Byun Jihoon are mother and son.Ji Bora had Jihoon at 18. Being a mother threatened the dreams she had of being a star actress. To make matters worse, her son was the product of a fling with a married man in his thirties. The man and his wife agreed to take Jihoon as their own if she disappeared from their lives. She gave up her son and chased her dreams.Her acting career went well, but she always regretted giving up her son. After he turned eighteen, she was afraid to approach him lest he hated her. Then he debuted as an idol and she knew she couldn't ruin his career by bringing a messy family scandal into the pictur