Liar, Liar

Exposed

Still reeling over the whole meeting his hot cousin and h/n getting jealous and giving you a hickey thing , you opted to read as a means to calm you down. Hanging out with the rich was not for the weak.

Your fiancé was right next to you, watching the news. You just flipped to the next page when you remembered a piece of very important information that you couldn't believe you let slide this long so you slammed your book shut and gave him a side eye.

He must've felt the heat from your gaze as he looked at you. "What's the look for?"

"It's the 'you seduced me so I would forget about the million dollars from when all of this started' look. Where's my money?"

"I didn't forget. You just never asked for it." He stood up went into the closet and brought out his wallet. He pulled a black card and handed it to you. "I'm going to rip up that damn contract."

You took the card from him. "Don't you dare. I will be given what I am owed."

"And I wouldn't dream of keeping your money from you but I'm starting to think you might like money more than you like me." His eyes narrowed playfully as he watched you admire the card."

"Whatever makes you say that?"

"You're looking at that card like you're a lion and it's a piece of meat. You should look at me like that instead."

You raised your eyebrows. "Oh? You would like me to objectify you? Say no more."

You tossed the card aside and gave him all of your attention. "Rip off your shirt for me."

He did as you asked, ripping the shirt off in a move that had you salivating. "Damn. Built like a buffet. There's breakfast lunch dinner." You said as you pointed to his pecs and abs.

You bit your lips in what you hoped was a seductive way but he just laughed and put his shirt back on. "You're ridiculous."

You shrugged. "You asked for it. By the way, I'm going shopping with this tomorrow." You picked up the card again.

"That's fine."

"I'll spend a lot of money," you warned

"I have it. Still think you picked the wrong one now?"

"Oh my god get over it! I was starstruck. He is a very attractive man."

He rolled his eyes. "Besides, didn't you basically claim me with that h¡ckey? I'm still mad at you for that."

He crossed his arms. "You're not supposed to be looking at other people."

"Oh I'm sorry I'll just close my eyes next time."

He didn't say anything. "Are you seriously sulking right now?" You asked

He turned off the tv and then faced the other way, ignoring you poking his back with your finger. "Hey, at least you have something he doesn't," you said

"What?"

"A big fat —"

"Y/N!" He said as he sat up. "What is wrong with you?"

"bank account," you finished as you cackled like a maniac

"You need help." 

"So I've been told," you responded before returning to your book.

True to your word, on your lunch break, you went into a boutique you've been eyeing but never really had the nerve to shop in because you were intimated but the further you walked in, the less scared you felt.

You looked through a rack of dresses and shoes, the sales associate helping you pick some stuff out and that's when you came across the lingerie section. You could always use more bras so you grabbed a few in your size and just as you turned away, your eyes caught on a red lacy nightgown the mannequin was wearing. The thing barely came up to the thigh and was mostly see through. Hmm, what if? No.

"You should try that on. Maybe your partner will like it," the sales associate suggested.

You grabbed your size and went into the changing room she opened up for you. Quickly stripping out of your clothes, you pulled it on and almost gasped at ethereal it made you look.

Feeling brave, you snapped a picture and sent it to h/n. He replied almost immediately.

Fuck, I'm in a meeting

Your phone buzzed again

Get one in every colour

You laughed and typed back

You do know each one costs like five hundred dollars right?

Doesn't matter. Every colour, y/n

You shook your head and changed back into your clothes and like he said, you grabbed one in each colour. That was exhilarating, walking into a store and grabbing whatever you wanted with no regard for the price tag. You could get used to this. You happily clutched your bag as you walked back to work. There was something so taboo about bringing lingerie to work but nobody knew. Well, other than h/n of course.

You stepped into the elevator and the breath knocked out of your lungs as h/n suddenly appeared and crowded you against the elevator wall. "You think that was funny? I had to sit through that meeting hoping nobody would drop anything and see me hard."

"That sounds like a you problem."

"Oh yeah?" His hips pressed against you and you felt him and groaned. His lips moved over your neck, this man was obsessed with your neck and just as things got heated, he stepped back and leaned against the far wall. "Now you're going to go about your day, unsatisfied."

Before you could protest, the door opened and he took off his jacket and held it in front of his pants, hiding himself. This was no longer fun and you regretted teasing him with the picture earlier.

You stepped off the elevator, thinking about how you would get revenge on him but the further you walked into the office, the more weirder you felt. Something seemed off and you couldn't place your finger on what it was. People were gathered into small groups and they whispered to each other, their hushed words making you self conscious as you walked by. Was there something wrong with your outfit? You gave yourself a quick once over and nope, there was nothing.

You set your bag down on your desk and that's when one of the guys from HR marched up to you, looking angrier than you've ever seen him. He came to a stop right next to you, huffing and puffing, looking like a penguin and it made you chuckle. His face turned red, "you think this is funny?"

"Hello to you too."

"My office. Now." He turned before you could get another word in and you followed, ignoring as everyone watched you.

You closed the door behind you as he rounded his desk and sat down. "You're scaring me."

"Good. You should be scared."

"You gonna tell me what this is about?"

"Give me a second," he pulled a handkerchief from his chest pocket and wiped his forehead. "I've been dodging calls all morning."

What was this man talking about? Could it be—no. No way.

He put his handkerchief away and then placed a piece of paper down in front of you and it was a print out of an email with a photo of you and h/n kissing.

It was as if the entire world stopped moving. "Where did you get that?"

"I don't think that's the question you should be asking me. When were you going to disclose that you've been sleeping with the CEO?"