Soo-min's POV:
"Good morning. I made you some breakfast," I say, placing the plate down gently.
"I don't need you to make breakfast for me," Seok-ho snaps, not even looking at me.
"But… it's your favorite." I force a smile, hoping. I know it is. I remembered.
"No, thanks." He walks past me, grabbing something for himself, barely acknowledging my presence.
I sigh. He never accepts anything I do.
I thought maybe… he'd soften. Even a little. But he's colder than ever.
No. I won't let him shut me out.
"Seok-ho," I try again, my voice gentle.
He freezes. Then turns to me, as if a a switch flipped. His glare burns.
Seok-ho's POV:
"I told you. I don't need anything from you."
The words hit harder than I intended. I could see her disappointment.
Then he walks in.
Tae-Jin. Crisp suit. Commanding presence. That smug aura, knowing he owns everything in the room, including her.
"Don't waste your time, Soo-min. My son doesn't like being served," he says smoothly, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
Maybe her lips. I don't look closely enough to know.
I don't want to.
The sound alone makes my stomach twist.
Fuck.
I dreamt about her again.
No. More than that.
I dreamt about fucking her again.
Why her?
I've never fantasized about any of my father's women before.
And there were plenty.
They came and went like the seasons.
Stepmothers I didn't even bother to learn the names of.
They were all the same; gold diggers.
Willing to tolerate his narcissistic, abusive bullshit in exchange for his money.
I never pitied them.
They made their choice.
Not my business.
So I learned to ignore them.
They were nothing more than faces. Here one day, gone the next.
They never got to me.
But her...
She's different.
She gets under my skin.
She's been infuriating me since the moment she stepped into our lives as my father's latest 'possession.'
Why the fuck does she piss me off so much?