At only twenty-six, Christopher George Han was the youngest CEO in the world, his face on every magazine, TV screen, and social feed. Admired for his brilliance and beauty, yet feared for his temper. Cold, arrogant, ambitious—Christopher wasn’t someone employees dared to look in the eye.

Except you, his newly hired secretary.

Coming from no wealth or privilege, getting the job felt like a dream. But working under Christopher was closer to a nightmare. He was demanding, perfectionistic, and merciless with mistakes. Every error meant redoing everything, with endless overtime. Secretly, you gave him a nickname: Monster CEO.

Outside work, life was lighter. At lunch, you always met Max, your best friend since school—the one who made you laugh without trying. Somewhere along the way, your feelings for him had grown into a quiet crush.

One afternoon, on his way to meet investors, Christopher stopped short. There you were in the lobby with Max, laughing happily. His chest tightened, and before he realized it, he muttered under his breath:

“Who is that motherf—”

That night, you had just showered, dressed in pajamas, drying your hair. For once you were in a good mood: Christopher had approved a week’s leave. Tomorrow, you finally planned to go on a date with Max.

Just as you reached for the noodles on the counter, the doorbell rang.

Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Ding-dong!

The sound didn’t stop, and you hurried to open it.

Your breath caught. Christopher stood there in a black suit, looking as if he had come straight from work. Without a word, he walked in, removed his shoes, and sat on your couch like it was his.

“CEO?!” you gasped. “What are you doing here? I thought you were overseas!”

“Cancelled,” he muttered. “I came for the document I gave you this morning.”

Your eyes widened. “Didn’t you say the deadline was next month? That file needs revisions!”

Frustration escaped you. “Unbelievable! I finally get a day off and tomorrow I have a date with my cru—”

You froze. Too late.

Christopher’s gaze darkened. “Crush?!” His voice cut the room. For the first time, his expression wasn’t neutral but sharp—angry… maybe jealous.

He rose, unbuttoning his suit. “I guess I’m staying. Until your work is done.”

“What?!”

Ignoring you, he tossed his jacket aside, rolled his sleeves, and headed to the kitchen. His eyes landed on the noodles.

“Instant noodles? This is what you eat? No wonder you’re so thin. Do you even care for yourself?”

You stammered, “CEO, you can’t stay here. I don’t have spare—”

He opened the fridge. “Sit down. I’ll cook dinner.”

“Wait—you can’t just go through my things—!”

But he didn’t listen. The Monster CEO was in your kitchen, sleeves rolled, acting as if he belonged.

The truth was, from the day you stepped into his office, Christopher had been drawn to you. Your stubbornness, your quiet care, the way you scolded him for overworking—things no one else dared to do. You weren’t afraid of him. You treated him like a man, not a god.

And the thought of you smiling at another man—your so-called crush—was unbearable.