Forbidden Desire

She pulled away, her eyes lingering with a mix of reluctance and longing. I wished she would keep holding me, her touch a warmth I craved, desiring her presence all to myself. With a soft sigh, she left the room, her silhouette fading into the corridor’s dim light. I turned towards the tray, where she had carefully arranged some toast and a glass of orange juice beside the soup. Hunger gnawed at me, a realization only dawning as I noticed the spread. I ate voraciously, her nurturing gesture bringing a smile to my lips as I savored the memory of her care.

After replenishing myself, I dressed swiftly, the fabric sliding over my skin as I prepared to depart towards the garage. But just as I reached for the handle, a voice pierced through the air, grating against my senses.

“Jason?”

I turned, facing Jinhee’s presence with a resigned tension.

“What?” I responded, a flicker of irritation simmering beneath the surface.

“What do you say we have a romantic dinner tonight?” Her words hung heavy in the air, laden with a hope I could no longer entertain.

I stared at her, incredulous, disbelief etched into my expression.

“What part of ‘I want to get away from you’ don’t you understand?” I retorted sharply, the bitterness seeping into my tone.

“Jason, we’re married, we have to try to fix things,” she pleaded, her desperation palpable.

“I don’t want to fix anything. You’re off the table for me,” I declared, my resolve unyielding.

She edged closer, a futile attempt at closeness that only repulsed me further. The truth lingered unspoken between us-I was repulsed by her, my disgust a tangible barrier.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“Bullshit! I know you still love me. I’ll wait for you, so we can have a romantic dinner,” she persisted, her insistence grating against my patience.

“Wait while sitting down because you’ll get tired standing up,” I quipped sarcastically, stepping away as I dismissed her presence, leaving her stunned in my wake.

I retreated to the solace of my car, the engine’s rumble a welcome distraction from Jinhee’s lingering presence. As I drove towards the company, thoughts swirled in my mind, a tumult of emotions I struggled to contain.

Upon arrival, I navigated through the familiar corridors, the weight of responsibility bearing down on me. Scarlet, my ever-attentive secretary, greeted me with a flirtatious demeanor, her presence a constant reminder of Jinhee’s manipulation.

“Good morning, Mr. Park!” she chimed, her voice dripping with seduction as she entered my domain.

“Good morning,” I replied tersely, my demeanor guarded as she approached with my agenda in hand.

As she leaned in, her proximity invasive, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of discomfort. Her blonde locks cascaded around her, framing features that held no allure for me. Despite her physical attributes, it was Jane’s demure allure that held my fascination.

As she recited the day’s itinerary, her voice carried a suggestive undertone, her intentions clear. I played along, a fleeting attempt to distract myself from thoughts of Jane.

“What else can you offer?” I inquired, a hint of amusement coloring my tone.

“For you? Anything!” she replied eagerly, her smile widening in anticipation.

“Even if it’s something intimate?” I pressed, my curiosity piqued.

“Especially if it’s something intimate,” she affirmed, her eagerness unmistakable.

With a wry smile, I indulged in the game, a momentary reprieve from the turmoil within. But as her advances grew bolder, my mind drifted to Jane, her image haunting me even in this mundane exchange.

“Then I guess I’ll want it, Miss Scarlet…” I trailed off, a semblance of desire masking the ache within.

She closed the door, sealing us in a bubble of secrecy, her actions calculated in their intent. Yet, as she knelt before me, her movements practiced, I couldn’t shake the specter of Jane from my mind.

In the heat of the moment, I surrendered to her touch, a temporary distraction from the void within. But as her efforts intensified, I found myself recoiling, the intimacy a poor substitute for what I truly craved.

“What? You didn’t like it?” she inquired, confusion etched across her features as I withdrew.

“I did, but now I have to work. We’ll continue later,” I dismissed, my mind already wandering back to Jane.

She looked frustrated, but smiled when I said we would continue. She left the room and I slumped in my chair trying to understand what had happened. I opened my cell phone and went to the gallery to see the video of Jane and me singing together in the car. Without realizing it, I ended up smiling and thinking about how much fun I had when I was with her. Actually, I didn’t want to go on this trip, because I didn’t want to be away from her, even if it was just for a day. I spent the whole day thinking about her and this had already become routine for me. That day, I arrived by surprise and heard her touching herself. I was supposed to be in China. I had a meeting there and should have spent the whole weekend there, but after the meeting I felt so bad about her being alone that I took the company jet and went back just to be with her.

I can’t forget her moans, her delicious body, the way she was all open to me on the bed, just thinking about her makes my member throb inside my pants in a way that didn’t happen even when Scarlet was sucking me off. I decided to abandon these thoughts and concentrate on my work. I spend the day in meetings and signing piles of documents that never seem to end. The next thing I know, it’s dinner time and I remember that Jinhee said she was expecting me for a romantic dinner. I had planned to spend the night out at some club, but seeing Scarlet parading back and forth offering herself more and more to me, I ended up having an idea.

“Scarlet?”

The sound of my voice broke through the air, the tension palpable as I addressed my secretary.

“Yes, Mr. Park?” Her response was swift, her demeanor poised yet tinged with apprehension.

“Mrs. Park asked you to seduce me, didn’t she?” I confronted her with a directness that seemed to catch her off guard.

She faltered, her words stumbling as she attempted to deny the accusation.

“Don’t try to deny it, I already know everything.” My tone was firm, leaving no room for evasion.

Her head lowered, a sense of unease evident in her demeanor as she met my gaze once more.

“Look, I’m not going to deny it. She told me that your marriage was a sham and that she wanted you to fall in love with someone so that she could get out of it. She said I could marry you, become Mrs. Park, and ever since I first saw you, I wanted you. So, when she told me that I could have you, I was very happy and decided to try to make you happy because I know that, with her, you’re not.”

Her confession hung in the air, a weighty admission that left me reeling with a mixture of disbelief and vindication.

As she moved closer, a tentative gesture of intimacy, I turned away, a silent rebuke to her advances.

“So, from day one you wanted to have sex with me?” I questioned, a hint of skepticism coloring my words.

She nodded, her admission met with a sardonic smile on my lips.

“So today I’m going to do it. Get your things, and I’ll take you back to my place.” My words were a challenge, a calculated move in the game of manipulation we found ourselves entangled in.

I could sense her surprise, her excitement tempered by a newfound apprehension at the realization of my intentions.

“What about your wife?” Her question hung in the air, a reminder of the tangled web of deceit we were both ensnared in.

“She doesn’t mind.”

“All right then.”

With a sense of urgency, she hurried to gather her belongings, her eagerness palpable as she prepared to accompany me.

Meanwhile, I took a moment to ensure that Jane was safely out of the picture, unwilling to subject her to the fallout of my actions. A call home confirmed that she had already departed for college, sparing her from the spectacle that was about to unfold.

Leaving the office, I led the way, the blonde trailing behind in her own car, a silent witness to the impending confrontation.

Arriving at the house, I felt a surge of determination, a resolve to assert my newfound autonomy in the face of Jinhee’s expectations.

Walking hand in hand with Scarlet, I entered the dining room, a symbolic gesture of defiance that did not go unnoticed by Jinhee.

“What’s this, Jason?” Her voice wavered, a mixture of confusion and apprehension coloring her words.

“My secretary. You didn’t want me to have her? Then watch…” My response was laced with a defiance that echoed the tumult of emotions swirling within me.