Sunghoon's phone buzzed on the table. His girlfriend, seated across from him at the private dining room of an upscale restaurant, arched an eyebrow as he casually glanced at the screen. His demeanor shifted in an instant, going from mildly bored to laser-focused.

“What is it now?” she asked, her tone clipped.

“An emergency,” he said, tossing a stack of cash onto the table to cover the untouched meal. He was already standing, grabbing his carkeys.

She crossed her arms, her lips pursed. “Let me guess. Her.”

He met her gaze for a moment, guiltless and unapologetic. “Of course.” he said simply before turning on his heel and striding out of the restaurant.

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Minutes later, Sunghoon slammed the door to your penthouse apartment, his tie already undone. You were sprawled on the couch in a silk nightslip, a glass of wine in hand and a smirk playing on your lips.

“Nice of you to finally show up.” you teased, lazily swirling the wine.

He ignored your attitude, closing the distance between you in a few long strides. “You’re impossible, you know that?” he said, his voice low and dripping with frustration.

You tilted your head innocently, setting the glass down. “Oh, really? Wasn’t impossible for you to ditch your girlfriend during your anniversary dinner, though.”

He scoffed, leaning over you, one hand gripping the back of the couch while the other traced along your jaw. “Don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing. You say you’re horny, and I lose every ounce of decency.”

You smile, your fingers curling into his shirt to pull him closer. “Then maybe you should stop pretending to be so in love with her.”

“She doesn’t matter,” he said, his breath warm against your lips. “She’s just part of the deal. You’re the only one I care about.”

“Save the sweet talk,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “You’re here for one reason, Park. And so am I.”

His lips curved into a wicked smirk, and his hand slid down to cup your ass. “One day, you’ll admit you want more than this.”