The Other Woman

Game On

Sehun's heart palpitated abnormally. He was gushing so hard. This was so utterly dreamy and perfect he could think of nothing more.

The heat was flushing through him uncontrollably. He hadn't been kissed seriously before and he hadn't realized it was so good. Urges were coming to the core and he wished they weren't in the pool. All he could think about was seeing and feeling her out of her bikini.

Sehun regretted thinking it by the time it was too late.

His eyes popped open when his arousal touched her leg. Namjoo giggled with amusement when she released him and moved away. His face flushed red with shame. Not only did his stomach tighten he wanted to curl up and hide forever from the embarrassment he was experiencing.

"I'll head out first," Namjoo said.

He listened to her swim toward the edge behind him and pull herself out of the water, leaving him to wither with humiliation.

Several minutes later one of the housekeepers called from the door, "Young Sir, your father is home. He'd like you to get out of the pool now."

If drowning was possible he would have already done it. Groaning, Sehun pulled himself out of the pool and raced up to his room.

A cold shower did the magic trick. Once he was dressed he hurried down the stairs curious about why his father was home and not at work. He found his answer when he stepped into the dining room.

Namjoo and his father were sitting together, chatting happily as if they'd known each other a long time. Sehun noticed she was dressed in her clothes again.

"There you are. What took you so long?" his father scolded.

When Namjoo turned to look at him with that smile on her face, he suddenly knew why she'd come.

All attention was spent on his father by the time he joined them at the table. "Your home is really neat, sir. The pool is just as you said. I really like it."

"Is it?" his father laughed gladly. "I'm surprised you got this person," his dad gestured his head toward him, "to swim with you. He's always up in his room or at his restaurant. I'm always telling him to be more active. Come more often and keep him company."

Like hell he needed company. A mother who couldn't get off his back about not getting married and a nosy father who rarely spent time at home was all he really needed. And now Namjoo? Who was his father to decide that? What did the old man know about him to think that this liar was his match?

Namjoo giggled respectfully and nodded, "I will do that and I'll also visit his restaurant when I can."

"Stay and eat before you go," Haejin said.

"I will do so, sir," Namjoo promised. "I was starting to get hungry after that swim."

"Look at her," his father mused looking at him, "she speaks so well."

Brows in a flat line Sehun merely stared at his father before pulling on a half-assed smile. He was suddenly intent on finding out why Namjoo had arrived on his doorstep in the first place. What an idiot he was for not realizing it earlier.

By the time he walked her to the door Sehun was as bitter as ever. He wouldn't dwell on the embarrassment he'd experienced in the pool. Most likely Namjoo had expected it to happen. He wasn't going to lose to her. Namjoo was after something and he wanted to find out what it was, because he wasn't going to be her pawn.

"I had a nice swim," Namjoo said as she stepped out the door. "I'll stop by your restaurant sometime. You don't mind, do you?"

"No," he replied. "Come."