Wicked Souls: A Limited Edition Reverse Harem Romance Collection

by Rebecca Royce

  As soon as he did, a big grin appeared on his face. “Son!”

  Beside me, Kyun froze.

  When Kyun didn’t move, the smile fell from Jeonggu’s face. He nodded, solemnly. “Of course. It has been a very long time.” He walked over to the table, placing his hands on the chair, but before he pulled it out, he paused. “Do you want me to stay, or was this a polite way to tell me that you don’t wish to see me?”

  Slowly, Kyun turned to me. “It’s your choice,” I told him, gently.

  “We came this far. We might as well eat before we return home,” Kyun told his father.

  Relief washed over Jeonggu and he took a seat. He focused on his son for a long time before finally looking at me. “I take it that you’re Vice Chairwoman Lee?”

  I nodded.

  “It’s nice that the Vice Chairwoman of Atlantis cares enough about her employees to come out with them. I would have thought you’d be busy on other more important matters.”

  “Personally, I consider the wellbeing of my employees to be the most important matter,” I told him, keeping the snark from my tone. I wanted more than anything for this to be good meeting between Kyun and his father and the last thing I wanted to do was get Jeonggu’s back up.

  The waitress came over to take a drink order for Jeonggu and took out meal order at the same time. When she left, Jeonggu leaned forward, resting his hands on the table in front of him. “You’ve grown into a fine young man.”

  Kyun gave him a stony stare.

  “For which I claim no part of,” Jeonggu added.

  Still saying nothing, Kyun folded his arms.

  “What do you do, Ha Jeonggu-ssi?” I asked, politely.

  “I am a taxi driver,” Jeonggu said, giving me a grateful bob of his head.

  Kyun snorted. “You have to be sober to drive.”

  “Yes.” Jeonggu slid his hands off the table. One went into his pocket before pulling out a coin and placing it on the table in front of him.

  At first, I thought it was 500 won coin before I realized it was the wrong color. “What’s that?” Kyun asked.

  “Five years sober.”

  It had never occurred to me that there was a Korean Alcoholics Anonymous. If Jeonggu had gotten help, I was glad, but Kyun didn’t seem as impressed. “Since when do you believe in God?”

  “Since the day you signed with Atlantis and legally removed yourself from my care.”

  Kyun’s expression didn’t change. “So it took the law and not Hyuntae’s mom?”

  Jeonggu shifted uncomfortable, but he nodded. “Yes. The truth is, I don’t remember much about her visiting. You being accompanied by an agent from Atlantis and signing official paperwork was more real. More terrifying.”

  “Then why wait until now?”

  It was barely noticeable—Ha Jeonggu didn’t seem to pick up on it anyway—but there was a slight break in Kyun’s voice as he spoke. Under the table, I reached over and placed my hand on his thigh.

  “It took a couple of months to get to AA, and for the first 4 years, I didn’t get further than my six-month chip. When you debuted, I managed 2 years before failing. I’d wanted to see you then, but I… I took a drink…” Jeonggu pointed at the chip on the table. “I promised myself that I would get that before I came to you again. I wanted to be a person who deserved to be in your life.”

  “And you think that means you deserve to be in my life?” Kyun shoved the chip back at his father. “That doesn’t make up for anything.”

  “Kyungu, there is nothing that I can do that can make up for any of the terrible things I did.” He sucked in a deep breath and stood, stepping to the side of the table. The next thing I knew, Jeonggu was dropping to his knees. “But I do want you to know that I sincerely apologize for all the hurt I have caused you.” He bent over to a kowtow.

  Kyun looked around before looking at me in mild panic. Jeonggu’s actions were drawing attention to us. “Get up,” Kyun hissed as the waitress started to walk over, our meals in her hands. “Get up!”

  With his knees cracking, Jeonggu returned to his seat, just as the waitress slid a sizzling bowl of bibimbap in front of him. She was trying hard to keep the curious expression off her face, but failing.

  She slid the other in front of me and the three of us sat in silence until she returned carrying Kyun’s and some side dishes. It was only when she left us alone that Jeonggu spoke again.

  “I mean it, son. I sincerely apologize for my actions. When you needed a father, you got a drunk. I know words aren’t enough to make up for what I should have been for you.”

  “What do you want from me?” Kyun asked him.

  “An opportunity to get to know my son. I have been a terrible father until now, but I would like to change that, if you’ll let me?”

  I busied myself with mixing the bibimbap together, trying to be as quiet and inconspicuous as possible. Although the food smelled incredible, I wasn’t really hungry. Kyun had asked me to be here, but this conversation didn’t involve me.

  Finally, Kyun shook his head. “I don’t know if I want that. You showed up after all this time and…” He shook his head again. With no further explanation, he stood up and walked off.

  I set my spoon down with a long sigh. “While this meeting went better than I expected, I can’t say I’m surprised.” Reaching down, I picked my purse off the ground and pulled my wallet out.

  Slowly, he nodded, but disappointment lined his eyes. “Just meeting him was more than I deserved. I won’t give up.”

  Pulling some money out, I set it on the table. “Ha Jeonggu, to be clear, if Kyun doesn’t want to take this further, you will give up. I don’t care if you’re his biological father, as you said, you gave up those rights, and even if you didn’t, Kyun is an adult. If you start harassing him, I will have you arrested.”

  Jeonggu gave me a small smile, which, for some reason, sent a shiver running down my spine. “Kyungu is very much like his mother. He will be in touch.”

  I stood and walked out of the restaurant, apologizing to the waitress as I left. Outside, it was raining and Kyun wasn’t waiting by the door. Pulling an umbrella out of my bag, I took shelter under it as I walked towards the car.

  It was only when I drew close that I noticed he was a little further down the street, staring in a closed store window. Water splashing over the tops of my shoes as I hurried over.

  Once by his side, I held the umbrella over his head and stared in the window. It was an electronics store and Kyun was busy watching the news on a small television.

  No…

  I glanced up at him. He was staring at the screen, but he wasn’t really seeing it.

  “I’ve waited years for that apology,” he muttered.

  Stepping closer to him, I switched the umbrella to my other hand so that I could hold his. “And?”

  “Do you think people can change?”

  “I think that if people want to change, they can,” I said, carefully.

  “Do you think he changed?” He finally looked down at me as a drop of water dripped off the end of his nose.

  Blowing out a breath, I shrugged. “I don’t know him. I didn’t know him. The only way you’re really going to know this is if you spend some time with him and find out.”

  “You think I should get to know him.”

  I shook my head, ready to tell him it wasn’t my decision, and then I caught the desperation in his gaze. He truly didn’t know what to do. “Why don’t you give it a trial? Meet up with him a couple of times and see what he has to say.”

  “What if he hasn’t changed?” he asked me, his question so quiet I could barely hear him over the noise of the rain bouncing off the umbrella.

  I turned him to face me fully. “For a few hours of your time, you’re either going to discover that leaving him was the best decision you made for you, or the best decision you made for him.”

  Sometimes it was so easy to forget how young we were. I was only a year older than Kyun, but he had been
through so much as a child. Even though quitting high school to join Atlantis might have stopped him from experiencing a lot, he’d been forced into a lifestyle where every decision was made for him.

  But, looking into his eyes, I didn’t see a twenty-three-year-old. Instead, I saw someone much older. Someone who had to grow up at young age.

  “Don’t make a decision now. Sleep on it. I have his contact details, and I don’t think Ha Jeonggu’s going anywhere just yet.”

  Kyun leaned over and kissed me. “Let’s go home.”

  Only because his sad eyes looked a little brighter, I nodded. Keeping the umbrella over us, we hurried back to the car.

  I got into the driver’s seat and turned the heat up, grateful when warm air started to blow over my icy, wet feet.

  Although I’d told Kyun to not think about it, he sat in silence most of the way back home and I could tell that he was playing out every possible scenario in his head. By the time I parked up under the house, I was sure he was going to head to his own and spend most of the night lying awake beside Tae.

  “What are you doing now?” he asked as we walked up into the house.

  I held up the wet ends of my hair. “Taking a shower. It’s cold out and I haven’t quite warmed up to be able to go to sleep.”

  Enough heat flooded Kyun’s gaze that I was sure the remaining water was evaporating off me. He stepped up toward me, backing me up against the wall. “Need a hand?” Just in case it wasn’t abundantly clear what he was implying, Kyun grabbed my ass, pushing himself against me.

  Suddenly, my hair wasn’t the only thing that was wet. “I won’t say no to a hand—or any other part of your anatomy.”

  Be On You

  There was an annoying distance between where we were and Kyun’s bedroom, but we made short work of it.

  Kyun followed me into his bathroom, but as soon as the door closed behind him, he pulled me back. Spinning on the spot, I was suddenly pinned up against the door. His hands settled on my hips, holding me in place as his dark eyes stared intensely. “You are the best thing in my life. Don’t leave me.”

  I brought my arms up, resting them on Kyun’s shoulders as I stared back at him. “I’m going nowhere, Kyunnie.”

  “I know,” he said, firmly. “I just needed to hear you say it.” He leaned down, tracing kisses from my forehead, down my nose, to my lips.

  Leaving me wanting more, Kyun stepped back and moved to turn the shower on. With the water running, I watched him pull his sweater and T-shirt off in one. He’d lost more weight since the start of their comeback.

  Always with so many eyes on him, and a bunch of haters who loved to criticize his weight—when there was nothing to criticize—Kyun had always been conscious of his weight. Not once had I thought him anything other than perfect, but right now, I had a feeling that the extra pounds he’d shed weren’t from their relentless schedule.

  Kyun looked up at me through his eyelashes, as though sensing my eyes were scanning his body. “Is something wrong?”

  I nodded. “You still have too many clothes on.”

  Instead of taking his pants and underwear off, Kyun stepped forward. “You have more on.” I reached around to get the zipper on the back of my dress, but Kyun batted my hand away.

  Slowly, drawing it out, he lowered the zipper. With careful movements, he slid it off my shoulders and it fell to the floor around my feet.

  It was rare that I wore something other than a dress or skirt and blouse for work. I’d never been one to wear pants, and even when I ‘dressed down’, I didn’t wear jeans very often.

  Kate had teased me for my underwear choice, but with the way Kyun was staring at me as the bulge in his pants grew, I didn’t care.

  The room was quickly filling with hot steam, but goosebumps started appearing on my arms.

  Kyun reached around me again, this time to unclasp my bra. Instead of stepping away, he brought his mouth to my shoulder, pressing kisses along my collar bone. Slowly, he gave the other side the same attention, allowing the straps to fall off my shoulders as he did.

  As he stepped back, the bra joined my dress. Kyun’s attention was on my breasts. With a movement which seemed almost subconscious, he rubbed at the bulge in his pants.

  I almost told him that he could touch me, but I knew Kyun. That would happen when he was ready, and when we showered together, he strangely had other priorities.

  Namely showering.

  But knowing what was coming after was already making me feel damp between my legs.

  I hooked my fingers under the waistline of my panties and inched them down until they fell down my legs by themselves. Naked, I stepped out of the pool of clothes and walked into the shower, under the water.

  Less than a minute later, Kyun had joined me.

  Kyun gently pushed me back under the water. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of the warm water falling on my naked body. Gently, Kyun turned me around, urging me just out of the stream of water, and then started rubbing shampoo into my hair as his cock brushed up against my ass.

  Impatiently, I waited as he took the shower gel and carefully cleaned my arms and legs, avoiding any intimate area. Complaining would just slow him down further, but the lack of touching was driving me wild, especially as I was sure he was intentionally allowing his cock to brush over me.

  Finally, he turned me around bringing the soap to my breasts. Great care was taken to wash them, like they were made of glass. Like they were begging him to touch me properly, my nipples strained towards him.

  I was breathing heavily by the time he pulled me back under the water, and he’d done nothing.

  Much as I hated it, I loved it too.

  As the last of the suds were washed from my hair and body, Kyun expression changed. Gone was the gentleness. In its place was a hunger which made me feel like I was going to end up filthier than I had been when we started.

  “Turn around and bend over,” he told me.

  Despite the warm water, a shiver ran down my back. This was… unexpected.

  I did as he said, turning to face the wall. Bending over at a ninety-degree angle, I braced myself against the wall as the water fell on my back.

  Kyun’s hands splayed out over my cheeks before he squeezed at them. Glancing over my shoulder, I watched as he sank to his knees.

  My fingers curled, trying to get a grip on the slick tiles, but failing. Kyun had gone down on me plenty of times before, but never from this angle. It stopped him from fully taking my clit in his mouth and the sensation was a pleasurable as it was maddening.

  His fingers took over as his mouth moved back to my entrance, sucking, his tongue darting in and out. As one hand rubbed at my clit, the other circled my asshole.

  Instead of entering me like I half thought he might, it left me. Drawing a sharp breath, surprised that I was almost disappointed at that, I dropped my head. Between my parted legs, I saw where it had gone—wrapped around his cock.

  Watching his hand pump up and down his length as he continued to stroke me was intoxicating. I came around his tongue with almost no warning.

  Forgetting about my arms keeping me from faceplanting the wall, my elbows wobbled. At the last moment, I stopped myself, my forehead knocking against the back of my hands as I moaned Kyun’s name.

  With no warning, I felt Kyun’s cock at my entrance. Then he was pushing himself inside of me as my insides continued to contract around him. Behind me, Kyun groaned in pleasure.

  Hands clamped down on my hips.

  And then he was thrusting into me.

  My body welcomed him, even though I was still floating in my orgasm. Instead of clearing, I could feel my body building up again, but all I could do was utter Kyun’s name over and over again.

  The grip on my hips tightened and Kyun pulled out. I felt his cock fall on my ass, just as he cried out. Hands swept over my ass, cleaning him away.

  Finally, Kyun reached down, pulling me upright and turning me around. “Did I make you need to
cum again?” he asked me.

  I nodded.

  Kyun advanced on me, backing me against the tiles, but the gasp that left me wasn’t because of the cold on my back. Kyun’s hand slid down between us, curving around my body and finding my clit. My moans were swallowed up by Kyun’s mouth as his tongue rubbed up against mine. Grateful for him holding me upright, I clung to him, kissing him back.

  Long after strength seemed to return to my legs, Kyun pulled away, turning the shower off. Boxed in against him, he stared down at me, gently pushing wet hair to the side of my face. “You are my everything.”

  I stared back at him. “I love you.”

  Kyun stepped back, reaching out of the shower for a towel. Holding it up, he wrapped it around me before grabbing his own.

  I followed him out of the shower, grabbing a towel for my hair before walking into his bedroom after him. Suddenly, I felt exhausted. “Lend me a T-shirt?” I asked him. Just the idea of going back to my own room was too much, and I still had to dry my hair.

  Kyun moved to a chest of drawers. Pulling out a two T-shirts, he tossed one to me and then pulled the other on himself. After pulling on a pair of sweatpants to sleep in, he climbed into his enormous bed, patting the spot next to him.

  Still wrapped in the towel, I pointed to my hair. “I need to dry this, and then I’ll join you.”

  Yawning, Kyun nodded and crawled back out his bed.

  Confused, I watched as he wandered over to me, standing beside his dresser as he started applying cream to his face. “You can use my hairdryer.” He pointed at one of the drawers.

  I took a seat and pulled out the hairdryer. Unravelling the towel from my head I started rubbing it dry. Beside me, Kyun never took his eyes off me, although I could see them growing heavier.

  It wasn’t until I had brushed it out and was using his hairdryer that he wandered back to his bed, curling back up under the covers to watch me. Somehow, despite the noise, he fell asleep.

  Just as I was nearly finished, the door opened and Tae walked in. He stopped when he saw me, his eyes wide. I switched off the hairdryer and set it down. “Sorry, I didn’t expect you here. I should have known when Kyun didn’t come to join me.”