Born to Be a Secretary Chapter 89

“Your scent is too weak to even be called pheromones.”

“That’s harsh. Is that sothing you say to soone’s face?”

“Consider yourself lucky. Otherwise, you’d have been kicked out imdiately.”

Still holding the teacup, Lee Hajin finally greeted him. His face, smiling brightly at Heewon, remained unwrinkled and clear as ever.

Heewon gave a short bow and turned away. Pretending to be unaffected was a skill well practiced. Private conversations were listened to with one ear and let go with the other. He recalled once again the long-honed rule of being a secretary.

Kwon Youngjae displayed unmistakable displeasure. Pinching his temple, he furrowed his brows fiercely.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Let’s get married.”

Heewon froze, hand on the door handle.

He had expected it, but hearing those words directly still rendered him completely motionless.

The emotions he had carefully controlled boiled over wildly because of Lee Hajin. Whether it was petty jealousy or wounded pride, sothing was definitely churning inside his gut.

But this wasn’t a place where he could step in. What use was his opinion? This was Kwon Youngjae’s decision to make. He chose to stay silent.

“Marry?”

“I’m not joking. You stand to gain a lot from marriage too. Think seriously about it.”

Heewon left the conversation behind and exited the office. As the door closed, a breath of exhaustion escaped him.

Kim Heewon, get a grip. To steady his tangled thoughts, he muttered a mantra inside his mouth repeatedly.

He did not know what answer Kwon Youngjae gave to Lee Hajin’s proposal.

The unwelco guest left not long after, and Kwon continued attending only to his scheduled appointnts. He said he had no dinner plans and would go straight ho after work.

It was already Friday night. The car was silent, and Heewon held the steering wheel without a word. Kwon had ordered no driver. The two of them alone in the sedan, the seductive scent of bergamot wafted through the air.

He was sending a blatant signal. Heewon loosened his tight necktie slightly and gripped the wheel again. He had a strong feeling Kwon would sleep tonight for sure.

The question of whether to refuse or accept him deepened in his mind.

After parking and stepping outside, Heewon saw Kwon waiting by the gate.

Kwon was holding the half-open door. Though he said nothing to co in, Heewon walked forward on his own, crossing over the iron gate.

No sooner had the front door closed than their lips t. Kwon roughly grabbed Heewon’s cheeks and showered him with kisses. He naturally stepped back, his back hitting the solid wall. Kwon looked frantic, without ti to breathe, but the force sucking on his lips was surprisingly gentle for him.

Only after his lips were soaked in saliva could Heewon finally pull away. He wiped his wet mouth and stepped one pace aside.

“Let’s wash up... and then do it.”

“Let’s wash up together.”

“Executive Director.”

Heewon stopped Kwon from pulling him into the bathroom. When he insisted again, Kwon sighed wearily.

“If you don’t want to, say so now. I’m not planning to force you.”

Heewon shook his head. Rejecting Kwon was still difficult for him.

But they needed to settle the issue clearly. This was no longer sothing to postpone. Heewon t his gaze calmly.

“Are you seriously thinking of marrying Lee Hajin?”

“What nonsense is that?”

“I overheard what you two talked about earlier. I know it’s not my place, but since we live so closely, I need to know your intentions. I also need to decide my own course.”

Kwon lowered the arm he had been holding. His eyes, sharper than ever, fixed on Heewon.

“So, if I marry, you’re saying you’ll walk away?”

“Yes.”

His imdiate, unhesitating answer made Kwon’s gaze grow even colder.

“That’s disappointing.”

“Isn’t it natural?”

“You’ve been stuck with for so long, and you can’t even read my mind?”

“......”

“You’ve been my personal secretary for six years, almost glued to every day. You should know what answer I’d give to that proposal. Or do you really see as soone so shallow that I’d chase after a political marriage?”

“I... don’t know you that well.”

“You keep disappointing .”

Kwon’s mouth curled into a long smile. It was a charming smile but showed no joy.

“I thought no one knew better than Secretary Kim.”

Heewon bit his lip hard. Kwon’s disappointnt was clear.

“I didn’t want to guess recklessly.”

“And yet, you drew the line and backed off first. You always do that.”

“......”

Only suffocating silence followed. No one spoke first, only fierce, challenging gazes exchanged like a battle of wills.

The first to give up was Kwon. Slowly ruffling his hair, he said,

“I have no intention of marrying or even seeing Lee Hajin.”

Heewon nodded instead of answering. Even hearing his firm intention, the heavy atmosphere didn’t lighten.

Kwon rubbed his temple, as if a headache was coming. Leaning against the wall, he asked in a slow voice,

“What do you want to do?”

“......”

“Do you still put aning into us sleeping together?”

The decision now belonged to Heewon.

To be honest, he had been feeling that aning for quite so ti. It was just a late realization.

If he said ‘yes,’ Kwon would undoubtedly end their relationship without hesitation.

A tangle of countless thoughts scrambled in his mind. In this state, making a decision was not easy.

Heewon slowly lifted his gaze. Looking at Kwon, who never took his eyes off him, his desire to have him and his impulse to end everything clashed fiercely.

If he followed desire, the only way was to pretend it ant nothing.

Heewon hid his complicated thoughts and struggled to force out the voice that wouldn’t co.

“I’ll wash up quickly and go.”

Entering the bedroom, he saw the man already showered, lying on the bed. Wearing a robe, Heewon slowly climbed on top.

He sat on the firm thighs and stroked Kwon’s bare abdon. The taut stomach was as firm and elastic as always.

“......”

Kwon watched Heewon’s movents silently. Heewon deliberately ignored Kwon’s intense gaze and moved on his own. Skipping kisses and caresses, he reached back and gripped the massive Alpha’s erection.

Raising his hips slightly, he stood in a wobbly position. Even as he roughly pushed into the still-tight hole, Kwon didn’t move a muscle. He persistently kept his eyes on Heewon’s face.

“Huuh, uh.”

A moan escaped naturally. Despite just showering, sweat broke out. Heewon frowned and pushed the erection in again.

His was a size hard to insert even with good preparation. Perhaps due to tension, lubrication was insufficient, and the back passage was drier than usual. The slight moisture from showering and the pre-ejaculate flowing from Kwon’s glans were the only lubrication.

Still, he swallowed it without hesitation. The forcibly stretched inner walls burned, as if a hot tal chunk was shoved in. Though it hurt and was overwhelming, his body rembered Kwon’s cock and opened on its own. The thick shaft slowly, little by little, entered, and the friction caused more wetness to flow.

“Ah, huu, uht.”

Finally swallowing the thick erection whole, Heewon grabbed Kwon’s firm iliac bones and lifted his hips. The pounding thrusts caused the bed to ripple like waves.

Heavy breaths and moans clearly showed arousal, but Heewon’s expression did not. Anyone could see he was not enjoying the sex. He rely moved instinctively, rhythmically.

What was wrong?

Kwon’s long eyes sharpened like blades. The strange behavior today only frustrated him more. Occasionally, the pounding on his tightly biting inner walls made his head dizzy.

First, he stripped off the robe tightly covering Heewon’s body. His lean body was revealed, and each ti his cock sank in, the flat belly bulged sharply. Heewon’s erection was also fully erect, and oddly, that brought so relief.