𝐌𝐫. 𝐊𝐢𝐦

01

"He's so amazing! Just look at him."

"I'm surprised how he's still single with a face and a body like that." Another woman gushed amongst the crowd and the classical music showered the atmosphere. "I'd leave my boyfriend for him."

"Oh my! I think he just looked at me."

You roll your eyes at the women around you, gazes stuck towards the tall man standing just a few feet in front of you instead of keeping their eyes on their partners and husbands.

Ridiculous.

It's ridiculous because they don't seem to be content with what they have, regardless of money or status, it's morally wrong, to talk about another man when they already vowed their forever to someone else. But you don't want to judge anyone because you don't believe in partners, boyfriends, husbands, soulmates, or love for that matter.

Or maybe you're just bitter because that's something you know you'll never have. Not now, and not anytime soon.

You let out a faint smile when the man suddenly twirls his head to check on you. That's not the only thing you notice because once he acknowledges your presence, the men around him automatically turn their attention to your figure. Eyes roaming everywhere but your eyes, they don't even care if you catch them right in the act. You've already lost count of the times you saw men and women rake your bare skin or the valley of your breasts against the burgundy dress, provided to you by none other than your boss.

Well, not necessarily himself, but his stylist to be exact. The next thing you know, the man had someone deliver a fancy gift box right outside your apartment last night.

You shrug the prying eyes off, focusing only on the man you've grown to know over the years, standing proudly and confidently with one hand buried in the pocket of his slacks as he sends you a soft gaze.

You return the same energy, licking your lips by habit and swirling the champagne glass in your right hand. It's like you know him too well that you can read his mind and quickly understand that he wants to be anywhere but this party. And so you do just that, finally excusing yourself before he sneakily trails behind you.

✧ ✦ ✧

"When did you learn French?" The man sitting beside you asks. He's been quiet ever since you left the business party and got in his car, where his driver, Mr. Song awaits.

"French?" You snap your head to look at him with his hair slicked back, still perfect like he's just got it done. You can't lie, he looks good under the dim light that passes through his tinted window, the street lights of Seoul overpowering. Nevertheless, you can still make out his gorgeous features, one that had women of high status ogling all night.

He smiles at your curious eyes before continuing. "You were talking with those Businessmen from France."

You raised a brow at his comment. "Pardon?"

"I saw them hitting on you earlier."

"Oh that," you awkwardly rubbed the back of your neck. It was quite weird talking about these things with your boss, and definitely not an appropriate subject for work. "I was just winging it Sir. I haven't had time to learn French, but I've heard you speak it a few times before so I just went with what I learned from you." You tell him honestly, recalling the times when you'd hear him talk in different languages during Business meetings while you stood quietly next to him, jotting down important notes in your Notebook.

"Right," he chuckles at your words, feeling the aftermath of the alcohol he'd swallowed his throat for Business partners he refused to disappoint. "You're amazing Miss Park," he compliments you out of nowhere, removing the expensive vest from his torso. Instinctively, you immediately try to assist him, reaching to unbuckle your seatbelt but he stops you, and you nod to let him do it on his own before relaxing back on the leather seat of his Rolls Royce.