by Marian Tee
Not once did he glance at her. And since she hadn’t said a word about where she would be going and this wasn’t her usual type of club – could it be that Park wasn’t here to make her jealous?
“Do you want to go somewhere else after this?” Lee asked her after paying the bill.
She gave him a half-hearted smile. “Is it okay if I take a rain check on that?”
He smiled back, wryly, understanding what that meant. “No problem.” He assisted her out of her chair, his hand on her back as he and Violet walked out of the restaurant.
Park only relaxed when he saw in the corner of his eye that the two had already left. Mission fucking accomplished, he thought and was still smiling in satisfaction when he knocked on her dorm room door at eleven in the evening.
She opened the door with a scowl.
Park pretended to be surprised. “What’s that angry face for?”
Violet gritted her teeth. He didn’t really know! Besides, Park wasn’t the type to prevaricate. He was a straightforward person so she had no reason to doubt his word.
“Nothing,” she snapped. “So what are you doing here?”
“I just wanted to know if you had succeeded falling out of love with me.”
“None of your business!” She tried to slam the door shut, but Park had already stuck a foot in. She snarled when he just pushed the door open and strolled in.
He smirked at her angry expression. “I take it the date didn’t go smoothly?”
“Read my lips: none of your fucking business!”
He laughed. “What happened?”
Resigned to the fact that she probably wouldn’t be able to make him leave her room until he wanted to, she grudgingly shut the door close and walked past him. Maybe ignoring him would get the message across.
But she had only taken two steps further when an arm went around her waist. She gasped. And the next thing she knew she was on the bed, Park on top of her, his face dark for an unfathomable reason.
“Park.”
“That’s right,” he growled. “It’s my fucking name you’re going to say when I make you come. And I’m the only one who’s going to make you come, right?” Without warning he slipped his hand into her skirt, under her silk underwear, and found that sweet button of pleasure without difficulty. He started flicking it.
She almost jerked off the bed. “Park!”
He started undressing her and this time she did her best to help him.
“Let me,” he said roughly when her fingers shook too much to do any good. In seconds, they were both naked, their clothes thrown on the ground together with the rest of her language books.
He pushed her legs apart. “I need to go inside you now.” There was no time for foreplay, not when he was burning this hotly for her, not when he was feeling all sorts of things that only by joining her body with his could he silence them.
In answer, she dug her nails into his shoulders. “Fuck me.” She barely finished speaking when he was into her, pounding so hard and fast her eyes rolled back in seconds. It was furious and deliciously rough sex, and she moaned loud, uncaring of who would hear her when Park flipped her on her stomach, lifting her hips just high enough to accommodate his long, thick, hard dick.
“Park!” She screamed his name over and over as he started ramming into her again, harder and faster with every thrust.
“That’s right, Violet,” he whispered into her ear, and the feel of his voice against her skin made her whimper. It was too unbelievably hot that she knew she was just a touch away of falling over the point of no return.
“My name. It’s always only my name you can say, my dick that can pleasure you.” He bit her ear even as he kept pounding into her, his breath becoming erratic at the way her vaginal muscles worked its way around his dick, tightening as if wanting to squeeze every drop of pleasure from him.
“Do you understand?” He pulled out.
“Yes,” she sobbed, her body arching towards him, wanting more of that sweet sexy pounding that only Park could give her.
“Tell me then. Tell me who you belong to.”
“You so please, please…”
He lifted himself higher from her, this time to take his cock in hand and rub against her clit.
She screamed again.
“Tell me…” Park knew he shouldn’t say it but the words came out – they had to come out. “And who do you fucking love?”
Her eyes flew open.
He punished Violet for her delay by rubbing her clit with his cock in a way that would frustrate and arouse her at the same time.
“You,” she gasped out as her eyes fell shut, as if she didn’t want him to see how much of her she was giving up to him. “I love you---”
He came back into her with a roar, and even as she came he never stopped thrusting into her, the words that she should never have said unexpectedly making him feel even crazier with desire for Violet. In moments, he was coming, too, and Violet bucked under him, his release triggering hers for the second time.
After, when Park finally managed to pull away and press a kiss on her shoulder, Violet was lying on her side, her back to him. Her long dark hair laid spread against the pillow like a sable cover, her fingers curled into a fist like a baby.
And then she murmured, “Lee.”
He was off the bed in a flash, the movement making the mattress dip alarmingly low, causing her to wake up in confusion. “Park?”
He punched the wall as hard as he could, wishing it was one man’s face he was punching.
“Oh my God!” She flew off the bed and rushed to his side, pulling his injured fist down so she could look at it. “Why the hell did you do that?”
“What else can I fucking do when you said another man’s name while in bed with me?”
She paled.
Fuck! He pulled his fist away to punch the wall again.
“Park, no!” She quickly reached his hand before he could hit it for the third time. “No, Park, it’s not what you think.” Her voice shook as she tried to stay in control when she wanted to throw a fit herself. Why did he care when he didn’t love her at all?
But then, she knew that wasn’t really the case. She had always known that. Park did love her – but whether he would allow himself to admit it was the problem.
“I wasn’t thinking about him when we were having sex,” she whispered, looking straight into his eyes so he would see how sincere she was. “It wasn’t like that. I dreamt – I dreamt I was breaking up with him again and it felt bad – ugly, revolting. He was the perfect date tonight. He always was, but it just didn’t work out.”
Park allowed Violet to pull him back to bed, letting her push him down by the shoulders as she went to the bathroom to get his first aid kit.
He knew she had meant every word, but it still didn’t make hearing it feel any better. It had forced Park to think of what he never wanted to think – of having to give Violet up to another man.
Was this worth it then? Was it worth being honest if it meant she’d leave him? Maybe he should lie about it? Those words --- in the end, they were just three simple words. Perhaps he should just say it and eliminate this threat once and for all.
How far would he go to keep her with him? Park wondered grimly as Violet returned and started cleaning his fist.
“There.” She taped the end of her bandage and nodded in satisfaction at her handiwork. “Is it still painful?” she asked worriedly.
“A bit,” Park said, smart enough to lie.
Violet’s face fell. She sat beside him on the bed. “Ceasefire for now on whatever it is we’re fighting about.” She absently stroked his hand. “We better hope it gets well soon.”
“I owe you one for this.”
Her cheeks turned pink. “Not when you consider how I was the one who accidentally provoked you into hurting yourself in the first place.”
Park shook his head. “No. This is my fault. How about a date?”
She looked at him doubtfully. “Are
you serious?”
Park felt defensive. “It’s not that preposterous!”
“It is, considering how anti-girlfriend you are and now you’re asking me out---”
“On a date,” he couldn’t help snarling, “and not to be my fucking wife!”
“Which I won’t ever be if you continue acting like a jerk!”
“Jerk I may be but you still love me!”
She gasped and smashed her fist on his back – hard enough to make him grunt. “That’s below the belt!”
“Truth!” They glared at each other.
But inside his mind, he was already kicking himself. Dammit. They weren’t supposed to fight. Why was it they always ended up fighting?
He let out a groan.
“What?”
“My hand,” he grumbled. “It throbbed…” A bare-faced lie, that one.
She fell for it, like girls were meant to. “Oh, Park.” She lifted his hand worriedly.
“Please let’s just not fight?” Park gave her a pleading look.
Violet melted. “Promise.”
* * * *
Violet dressed extra special for their date and Park was properly bowled over by the sight of her in a backless lavender dress. She preened. “Tell me I look pretty.”
“You know you do.”
She pouted.
He rolled his eyes. “Fine, you look beautiful.”
She beamed and curled her arm around his. They were dining in one of the restaurants within the hotel. It was a fancy place, with even fancier prices, but Park had assured her he could afford it because of the employee discount.
Everyone was looking at them, a fact Violet loved since she knew it was because they looked exceptionally well together, with his fair coloring and her dark looks. The fact that both of them also loved to dress well, more so than most people their age, made them even more gawk-worthy, and Violet loved every minute of it.
“Stop smiling like you’re Yoon Eun Hye,” he hissed, unnerved at the way Violet kept beaming back at those who were staring at them like they were celebrities they couldn’t place.
Her smile vanished. Was it so wrong to be happy that she was on a date with him and she was proud to be standing next to Park? Maybe this was something that didn’t mean to him at all, but for her it meant hope. Even if it was stupid to always hope at the smallest chance of getting Park to fall in love with her, Violet couldn’t stop herself from hoping.
“It’s my lips so I’m going to smile as much as I want!” When he kept on scowling, she glared at him, demanding, “Why did you even bother asking me out if you’re just going to get mad at me for the silliest things?”
It was a really good question, Park admitted to himself grudgingly and especially when one considered the fact that tonight was the night he was about to state the biggest lie in the world.
Tonight he was going to tell Violet he loved her.
Maybe if he did then this awful feeling in his chest would stop.
He opened his mouth to speak, but whatever he had to say was lost to the rumbles of commotion coming from the back entrance of the hotel.
“What’s that?” Violet asked nervously.
He frowned even though a part of him was relieved that he didn’t yet have to say the lie. “I’m not sure…” He heard a snatch of Korean and remembered about the VIP guests the other employees were talking about. “I think there are Korean superstars about to book in…”
A devoted showbiz fangirl, Violet excitedly jumped up and down and craned her neck. “Who? Who?”
He laughed. “Hold on…they’ll come in soon enough.”
“But what if we’re asked to leave?”
“We’re employed here, Violet,” Park replied dryly. “We’re safe.”
The doors swung open and men in suits went in first, obviously guarding four guys in the middle.
Violet gasped. “Oh my God. It can’t be!”
He gazed at her strangely. “What?”
“They’re---” She let out a squeal. “They’re X Unli! Don’t you know them, don’t you know them? They’re like as popular as those guys in Boys Over Flowers!” Violet was ready to swoon. “You have got to introduce me, Park. Please, please, please?”
He laughed, finding Violet’s tendency to repeat herself in her excitement extremely cute. “Calm down. I will, I promise.”
“Now, please, please, please?”
He pulled her by the hand and approached the group. He spoke in Korean, introducing himself, and the bodyguards parted to let him move forward. Again, he spoke and told the celebrities that his friend was a great fan of theirs.
He introduced them one by one, leaving the best for last, the band’s lead singer Kim. The other guy was tall and lean-bodied, perhaps as young as Violet, with dimples that somehow made him look more like the hot guy from the wrong side of the fence rather than the nice boy next door.
A prickling sensation started under his skin, telling Park without words that those dimples meant trouble. The kind that could take Violet away.
He started to turn around, intent on getting Violet out before she could have more than an eyeful of the guy behind him but he was too late.
Violet darted under his arm.
When Park turned, Violet was smiling widely at the entire band. She was also visibly starstruck, her voice gushing as she said, “Hi. I’m your #1 fan. I know everyone says that but I still have to say it. I mean it, really.”
Park refrained from rolling his eyes because while she did mean it, she didn’t mention how she happened to be the #1 fan of about every showbiz personality in Asia.
Kim surprised him – and Violet – by speaking also in English. “I’m honored.”
She and Park exchanged glances.
Honored.
In an instant, he understood how Violet felt the time she had heard another girl confessing to him. Honored. Fuck honored! Why can’t the jerk in front him just say thank you like any normal guy would?
Violet seemed even more dazzled. “Oh, wow, you speak English. You’re so smart!”
Park wanted to choke. Wasn’t she laying it on a little too thick there?
Kim laughed. “Not really. I just grew up in a bilingual home.”
Violet waved her hand airily. “No, trust me. Anyone multilingual is smart. I’m multilingual, ergo I’m smart. We’re all smart!” Violet beamed again.
“We’re smart,” Kim repeated, smiling and he was so obviously charmed by Violet that the other boys in X-Unli were laughing and teasing him for falling so quickly. Thank God Violet didn’t understand a word of Korean or she’d be blushing. There’d be hell then since Park knew how irresistible a blushing Violet looked.
Kim took all the teasing in stride, his attention completely focused on Violet. “Are you staying here also?”
“We work here.” Park decided it was time to speak. Just the way the other guy kept staring at Violet like a lamb he wanted to feast on was enough to have Park feel violent. No fucking way was that going to happen.
Kim blinked, as if only realizing Park was still there. “Oh. Yeah. You’re Violet’s friend. Park, right?”
Park grabbed Violet’s hand, not missing the way Kim’s eyes narrowed at the gesture. He started, “We don’t want to disturb you---”
“You’re not,” Kim said immediately, firmly, his eyes now back on Violet.
When the two smiled at each other simultaneously, Park wanted to puke. If this was fucking serendipity at work, he was going to fucking prove someone diabolical enough could go tell the fates to fuck themselves. Violet was his and not even this celebrity with his fucking dimples could change that.
Kim was asking Violet, “Do you want to watch our concert, Violet?”
Violet blinked. “It’s sold out…”
“Not---” Kim flashed another smile, one that made Park grit his teeth because Violet looked like she was ready to faint again. “---if I have something to do about it.” He motioned to someone from the back and a second later
, two VIP seats were in his hand.
He gave it to Violet, and Park didn’t miss the way Kim took the opportunity to caress Violet’s skin. Park gritted his teeth again.
“I’ll see you at our concert then? You promise?”
“Oh, yes.” Violet was still looking dazzled.
“I look forward to seeing you again.” Kim bowed and the others followed. Park did, too, as dictated by their tradition. But inside, he was already cursing Kim in four languages.
Violet continued to stare at their retreating backs.
“Oh my God, I just talked to Kim. Kim. Kim!” This time, her tendency to be redundant wasn’t so cute. In fact, it was downright irritating.
Park released Violet’s hand, went behind her, and exerted pressure at the back of her knee.
“What the---Park!” she gasped as she almost lost her balance. The old Violet would have been spitting mad but this one only blinked, sighed then sighed again. “That was so totally surreal, you know?”
He grunted.
“Oh, Park. You have to help me choose a dress for the concert! I want to look real good.”
He shrugged. Somehow he couldn’t make himself speak.
“Please, Park? We have to look good tomorrow! I mean, Kim talked to us! He gave us tickets! Kim!”
Nice of her to say ‘us’ when it was clear to everyone Kim was interested solely in her.
Park felt sick. At the rate things were going, Violet could be falling out of love for him sooner than ever.
Chapter Nineteen
Park jogged up to Violet’s room early the next day, energized even after tossing and turning the whole night. He couldn’t get Violet’s face out of his mind. He had a very bad feeling about Kim and he was determined not to let the girly-faced superstar (Ha! Superstar! What a joke!) take Violet away.
No way. Over his dead----
Park muttered a curse when he saw the note pinned on the door.
Unbelievable! Violet had never woken up this early on her own.
