"...This will be our last visit."

Jun doesn't even glance back at you from where he sits along the edge of the crisp sheets, lighting a cigarette resting at the edge of his lips. The bedding was probably Egyptian cotton, if anything. Every object in the CEO's penthouse itself was of the highest quality. Including your nights with your boss.

You knew Jun Min had a guilty conscience about the entire matter yet the man was a self-proclaimed asshole, making cutthroat negotiations in both business and pleasure.

But that was normal for you. You had a habit of ending up where you didn't exactly belong. Yet what at first you thought was another bluff of his was quickly shot down by the next quiet words to escape him.

"I'm marrying in two weeks."