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The sunshine was falling through the floor to ceiling windows of the lavish penthouse kitchen.
I had nothing on except white apron, it's only me and my boyfriend in my apartment.
I diced fresh organic vegetables on the marble countertop.
The freshly ground coffee beans filled up in the air. I hummed softly to myself.
The double doors to the kitchen silently slid open, revealing Namjoon dressed in a tailored suit that emphasized his commanding presence.
"Good morning, love," Namjoon greeted me with a warm smile. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around my waist, and pressing a gentle kiss on my cheek. "Baby, wear something. I feel like you purposely do this every morning so I get late for work."
I turned around, and smiled, "Good morning, I feel comfortable like this. And I made your favorite meal," I whispered.
He kissed my neck. "You are my favorite meal, baby."
He made me sit on the countertop, he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me.
I make sure he never gets enough of me. And she is able to do that all the time. He unbuckled his belt. "You will get late for work, again." I exclaimed.
"And I will think about fcking you all day if I don't do it right now." He replied.
After the hot session, Namjoon left for work.
I looked at my plate that had breakfast. I picked it up and went near the trash bin, I threw the food in the bin.
I put the plate on the sink, the maid will clean it and pick up my coffee, I took off the apron. And went to their room.
I looked at herself in the mirror, I turned around and looked at my stomach. I smiled, knowing her body looks good. I put a lot of effort into it.
I went to dress up for work. I work as a lawyer, dealing with cases and trying to make sure things are fair.
My parents, being well-off, kindly provided me with a nice penthouse. While I'm grateful for their support, I'm determined to prove myself solely through hard work and dedication in my field. __
Y/n made her way to the bustling pilates class, her designer yoga mat slung over her shoulder.
As she entered the studio, her gaze landed on Sana, her long-time friend, who was already elegantly positioned on a reformer machine.
With a smile, Y/n joined her, the two exchanging knowing glances.
"So, have you heard about the latest scandal involving the Hendersons?" Sana asked in a hushed tone, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.
Y/n nodded, leaning in closer to share the juicy details.
Just as they began to delve deeper into the world of high society gossip, Sana's voice softened, her eyes scanning Y/n's figure.
