Requested by Mister kim

Chapter 9

Taeyeon’s eyes fluttered open as the fragrant scent of coffee struck her nostrils.

Even until that point, Taeyeon had never been used to waking up with someone doing activities—with another human being in her room. As somebody who did not have any single idea about neither her descent nor family, she had always lived alone, or busy travelling for business on her own, to be precise.

And she was kind of hated being alone. It reminded her of her dark old days, where she had to simultaneously study and work day and night, and the only place she had to rest her petite body was the cramped staff room—which more looked like a storehouse.

That was one of the reasons as to why the young billionaire always looked for flings for a night or two, whenever she went on business trips.

Even though her parents were unknown, she was still secretly thankful to them, whether they still lived or not, for giving her decent looks that could easily charm anybody, either dressed as  a man or woman.

Putting aside the fact that she could conveniently satisfy her needs since people would love to do whatever she wanted, she couldn’t lie that her stunning looks slightly eased her rough path to increase the success rate of making deals.

However, all these traits had made Kim Taeyeon so full of herself that she trusted nobody but her brain, heart, skills—herself. Thus, she never believed in such mere things like friendship, relationship, or love. She became skeptical and satyrical towards them.

Taeyeon thought that being in love meant being dependant to others, since they owned a part of her heart. While being dependant to others would only be a burden and  an obstacle to reach her objective; building the largest tech company in Korea.

Which explained why in that very moment, the dark-haired lady was feeling scared.

She was terribly afraid at how this naive-yet surprisingly seductive-girl named Hwang Tiffany could make her feel all giddy like a young teenager experiencing first love.

She was beautiful, indeed. Although Taeyeon had to say that she wasn’t the prettiest out of all the women she had slept with, yet Hwang Tiffany had something other girls didn’t; pure heart despite the remarkable knowledge she owned.

The successful businesswoman tended to look for hot and matured ladies, but she always had a soft spot for the innocent ones, whom she could take care of, make fun of, protect, and probably teach a thing or two. Most importantly, one who wasn’t into the billionaire just because of her wealth, but sincerely for who she was; Kim Taeyeon.

If it were for a long period of time, Taeyeon would obviously prefer an innocent girl who could act mature rather than a matured one who faked innocence.

And Tiffany hit right on that spot.   

Taeyeon shifted, turning her body to the kitchen.

Then she saw the delightful view of the girl she had spent the last two nights with, dressed only in Taeyeon’s oversized sweater, obliviously displaying her lovely honey thighs.

Taeyeon gulped at the sight.

What a pleasant way to start the morning.

She decided to quietly leave the bed and wear nearby black lacy underwears she could find, before walking towards the latter and giving a backhug.

Tiffany yelped at the sudden embrace. “Oh, gosh, Taeyeon, you’re up.”

“Yeah, thanks to your fragrant coffee,” Taeyeon sleepily mumbled as she softly kissed Tiffany’s exposed neck. “Why are you so early, anyway? It’s still 5.”