Daddy Material

Ain't Payback a B*tch?

My blaring alarm jolted me awake and I turned it off before moving to get up, but the arms around my waist stopped me. I turned back to Seungwoo who still had his eyes closed. "We got to get up."

"We're not going into work today," he said still not opening his eyes.

"We can't just not go in because you said so," I scoffed.

"Yes I can. Boss's orders. Now come lay down," he sighed.

I rolled my eyes, but still laid down. He pulled me closer and nuzzled into the back of my neck. It was really warm, but really nice.

The second time I got up, the sun was beaming through my window and my stomach was telling me I needed food. So as carefully as I could I removed Seungwoo's grip and climbed out of the bed. I didn't even bother to pull on pants. I just made my way downstairs to the kitchen in the oversized sweater. If his ass can walk around shirtless then I can walk around pantsless.

I pulled out the ingredients for pancakes and started mixing them up. I remembered what happened last night, but I wasn't sure if it was real or just a dream. I mean Monique's talk had me thinking plus that situation with the girl at my door in her birthday suit. My brain could have made anything up.

"Good morning," Seungwoo said, coming into the kitchen. I turned my head to return the good morning and instead was greeted with a kiss. I blinked, trying to process what just happened.

"I wasn't dreaming," I said to myself. I actually turned to look at Seungwoo as he leaned against the counter, head ruffled by the bed and still no shirt. Fuck these pancakes. I put the bowl down and instead put my arms around Seungwoo's neck as I pulled him down for a long kiss. His hand rested on my waist as he kissed back, lips soft and molding against my own.

He nipped at my bottom lip and I could feel one of his hands lower to my ass while the other slid underneath my sweater, feeling hot to the touch. He squeezed at my behind and I groaned, my eyes rolling back even though they were closed. "Is this my sweater?" he asked into my ear, breath hot and making tingles shoot down my spine.

"It smelled like you," I breathed out.

His lips brushed along my neck, nipping ever so softly here and there. It was driving me insane, but I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him to do it harder, to mark me up like he was staking his claim. "I think I want it back," he said between nips, hands starting to bunch the sweater up near my chest.

"But I only have my underwear on," I told him. Just like her.

"I think I'll take those too," he said, coming back to kiss me. Suddenly all I could think about was the girl showing up at our door in nothing but a trench coat and lingerie, asking for Seungwoo. I pulled away from him and he tried to follow me. I put my hand up to his chest and he stopped, looking worried and a little hurt.

I backed away from him and pulled the sweater down. "We need to talk."

I finished making breakfast and we ate in relative silence. Once we both finished, I took both of our plates and put them in the sink to wash for later. I walked back over to my seat, but Seungwoo pulled me into his lap.

I took a deep breath before looking at him. "Some woman came by looking for you. She showed up in a trench coat and her panties. And she said her name was Jisoo." I watched his face morph from confused to scared to exasperated. "I assume you know her."

"She was the last girl I went out with. The one Mom wanted me to keep seeing. I guess that was how she knew where I lived," he explained, his brows knitting together in irritation. "I'm sorry Zafirah. I should have broken it off after the first date. I'll talk to her and make it clear that nothing is going to happen."