Chapter Seventeen

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Harlow Cole

I parked the car into it's correct spot before getting out, I grabbed my purse and took a deep breath as I made my way to the elevator. I hoped this conversation with Jae-Beom go well, I don't want to come off to strong or to aggressive.

The sound of the elevator opening snapped me out of my thoughts, I stepped off of the elevator and removed my jacket.

"Hey Gorgeous." He said.

I looked at him and almost passed out, I watched as water beads dripped down his body and shook the naughty thoughts out of my head.

"We need to talk." I said walking further into the house.

"Ok, is something wrong?" He asked.

I looked him up and down.

"Can you change first?" I asked.

He looked at me and smirked.

"Is my body giving you problems?" He asked.

"I'm being serious." I sighed.

"Ok, Ok." He chuckled.

He leaned in to kiss me causing me to give him the cheek.

"It's that bad?" He asked.

I gave him a look causing him to nod before quickly going to the bedroom. I placed my bag down before sitting on the sofa, he came back out in a nike fit before sitting across from me.

"Alright, what's wrong?" He asked.

"I was at brunch with Kat and she ended up slipping up saying something." I said leaning back.

"Ok, what did she say?" He asked.

"It's not about what she said it's about what she didn't, she implied that you were hiding something from me. What I want to know is what?" I asked.

He looked at me before chuckling.

"I'm not hiding anything from you Gorgeous." He said.

I sighed and placed my head on my palms, my gut is telling me he's lying...and I always trust my gut. I looked at him and shook my head.

"Whatever it is Jae-Beom, just tell me." I said.

He looked at me before clinching his jaw,.

"It's better if you don't know." He said.

I shook my head and scuffed, what the fuck was I thinking? Thinking he would actually tell me the truth so easy, I stood up and snatched my purse off of the sofa.

"Harlow, wait." He said grabbing my forearm.

"For what?" I asked.

"What is it that you want to know?" He asked.

"I want to know what you're hiding." I said.

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