I knew it. He won’t just say yes for nothing. He’s really keen on pissing off and getting back at . What a very sly fox. He knew I hated kissing him, so he used it to irritate . Ugh! So hateful.
’Your face, Kim Ye-Ji. Rember, everyone is looking, so you can’t show your real hostility towards him. Smile,’ I told myself.
And so, I smiled cutely—ugh—and did as he suggested. I leaned close to him and kissed him briefly.
But of course, he wouldn’t let it be like that. When I let go, he stepped closer to until my butt bumped into the car, and he kissed so more in the most passionate way. I never knew he was a kissing maniac.
Pressing his lips deeply on mine, he kissed while his hands traveled to my waist and back. Then, one hand to my neck and the other, down to my—what the heck! Don’t you dare!
I gasped and held his hand to stop them from moving any further. When my mouth opened, his tongue went inside, making jolt in surprise. I felt shivers run down my body.
What the... He’s even using his tongue on now.
"Ahh..."
Badump! Badump! Badump!
’Where did he learn to kiss? And why is he doing it so... hot? T-this is too....’
"... Uhm... stop," I said under my breath.
For so reason, his kiss was a bit... just a little bit... sensual. I felt my cheeks burn and my heart pound loudly for the very first ti. What was that? H-how did that happen? Why did my body—WAAAA!
I pushed him away and took a step to get in the car, but my legs suddenly gave away, much to my surprise. He caught by my waist to prevent from falling. But... why in the world did I—?
"Ha-ha. It seems like I’ll be driving, after all, babe," Agent Helios said.
F*ck. So this was his plan all along.
"No experience, my ass," I scowled at him. "How are you so good with kissing if you had never done it before? Y-you even managed to... ugh."
He tapped on my wrinkled brows, reminding to fix my expression.
"Why, thank you for acknowledging my kissing prowess. I told you I don’t need to experience sothing to be good at it, or did you already forget? Should I recomnd so mory pills for you?"
"Shut up."
"May I remind you to watch your tone and expression on . Where did all our training go into? Are you a goldfish with 3-second mory?"
"You...mrgh."
"Shhh," he hushed my mouth with his forefinger. "Get in the car."
Annoyed about the whole thing—mainly that I couldn’t drive—I got inside the car and slamd the door. He also went inside and reprimanded as soon as he closed the door.
"If you’re so keen on blowing our cover, just say it, and I’ll look for another partner instead. I don’t need soone who doesn’t know how to listen. Be a little professional, would you?"
Then, he tossed his black smartphone to .
"I don’t feel like explaining anymore, so just read that carefully. If you have an important question, ask, but make sure it’s sothing not covered there, or I’ll just tell you to read thoroughly."
"Tsk."
"Since my car is fully tinted, I’ll allow you to glare at as much as you want," he continued nagging, "but once we get out, I expect you to act your part—and properly."
"Yes, BOSS."
"Eun-Woo," he replied. "Call that when we et my dad."
Raising my eyebrows, I asked, "Is that your real na?"
"Yes, so be sure to rember that, Kim Ye-Ji."
My eyes widened in surprise.
"H-How did you know my real na?"
"Marriage certificate," he answered. "It needs to be real, so our real nas are included. It’s too risky to create a fake docunt."
"S-So this marriage will be real?!"
"Ugh. Don’t overreact. We can file a divorce after. And if you don’t want it in your record, we can ask Mythos to hide it, so it’s no problem. We’re doing this for the mission. Are you still not over that fact?"
"Well, now that we’re actually doing it, it’s nerve-wracking."
"Hm?"
"It’s because of my mother," I confessed. "She had always been looking forward to getting married and living happily ever after like so Cinderella. And this... I don’t know. It’s a lie. And I’m not that good at lying, I’ll admit, especially with my mother."
"Then you better make sure your acting is flawless."
"How about your dad? What is he like? What kind of person is he?"
He turned silent for a mont.
"You’ll know when you et him."
"Are you not even gonna give so clue—"
"Read," he replied sternly and pointed at his phone.
"Fine, I’ll read."
And so, I read the docunt on his phone while he started driving.
"Jeon Young-Jae," I repeatedly mumbled to morize his na lest I forget.
’So that’s his father’s na. Why does it sound familiar?’
I continued reading along. It contained all information about his likes and hobbies, topics I should never discuss, like his brother.
’Oh, he had a brother, huh? Why should I never discuss it? Is he so black sheep who gives headaches to their parents? Hmm... And don’t ntion his mother, too? Are they a broken family? Hmm... This docunt is very censored, huh? It’s barely giving any useful details. Oh well, I’m not allowed to know more about his personal life after all. This is still a mission. In that case, I’ll just rember this part—his dad likes playing chess. He also likes seafood and dogs for pets. And... he values loyalty and trust. Of course, everyone values that.’
While I read through the docunt and morized everything I could, before I knew it, the car stopped, and he asked to get out.
"Are we there already?"
"No. But you need to change your clothes."
"Ah... right."
When I got out of the car, to my surprise, we were already at Cheongdam-dong (the most expensive neighborhood in Korea) Luxury Fashion Street.
"W-why here?"
It’s not like I don’t have money, but the dresses here cost too much, and it’s a waste of money for sothing I would only wear for a little while. I could use that money to buy parts for my car or save up and buy my own Koenigsegg Jesko Absolut—if they’ll ever release more of it.
"Let’s go."
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