Misbehavior

Chapter 12

MINJI

The constant rain pummeled the windows, and I blinked awake, the only light in the room coming from the blue glare of the digits on the alarm clock.

Sitting up slowly, I combed my fingers through my hair and wiped away the sweat on my forehead.

Shit, it's hot in here. The humidity from the rain always made everything so miserable.

Glancing to my side, I noticed the small form underneath the sheet, and I slowly leaned down on one elbow, my heart racing with pleasure at the sight of Hanni Pham curled up on her side, her hand – palm up – resting next to her face.

Her eyelids, with their thick, brown lashes, rested calmly, with none of her usual little scowls tightening her pretty face. She looked peaceful.

I inhaled a heavy breath, suddenly feeling like the air was too thick.

What the hell was she doing to me?

I hadn't felt like this in a long time.

Not since the first time I realized I wanted my son and I was losing him.

Luca had barely been a toddler the first time I'd seen him. And for the first time in my life, I finally started to realize there were things I might not be able to have.

And I'd been scared. Exactly like I was now.

Luca smiles so wide his eyes close as he kicks the beach ball with his little legs. His mouth makes an O when he sees how far the ball travels, and he takes off, running after it.

I look between Yunjin and him, playing in the park and unaware that I'm there. My heart aches.

My son.

I can barely breathe.

I was driving down St. Charles when I'd spotted her car. I'd glanced around for only a few seconds before I saw her.

And him.

I don't know why I did it, but I'd pulled over. We hadn't spoken lately, and I hadn't seen my son since he was born. I thought about him, but it still didn't feel like he was real.

Not until now.

I swallow, seeing her pick him up and hold him over her head. He's only about a year and a half, and I smile, noticing how happy and playful he is.

He looks just like me.

Life was scarier – and harder – when you had things you were afraid to lose.

Reaching out, I ran my thumb down her golden cheek, the skin as smooth as water.

She pursed her rose lips, her soft breathing sweeter than music, and I let out a breath, running my possessive hand down her side and over her ass.

What the hell was I doing? Why was she so damn addictive?

She reminded me so much of myself – the pride, the independence, the stubbornness...

But I rarely ever spent the night with a woman, much less brought them to my house, so why the hell had I done so with her?

This was a mistake.

She'd start getting demanding, I'd start disappointing her, and she'd eventually realize that she would never come first.

At least that's the way it had always been.

Pushing away my warring thoughts, I slowly pulled down the sheet, exposing her perfect breasts, full with hard nipples that begged for my mouth.

My cock began to rush with heat and harden, and my chest swelled with the need to be something for her that I had never been for any other woman. I wanted to give her everything. I wanted to never disappoint her.