Once Love Begins - Chapter 14. Part 1

Chapter 14. Part 1      

“I’m not a beggar, so why am I eating for free?” he asked sternly, causing everyone in the restaurant to turn their attention towards him, including Hye-yoon and her boyfriend, the restaurant owner.

“Bring me the menu,” he demanded coldly, unaware of the discomfort he was causing. He surveyed the restaurant before choosing a window seat and gesturing for her to follow him.

She approached him hesitantly and seated herself across from him. As he looked out the window, he took off his coat, inviting her to do the same. Despite the soreness underneath, she maintained a calm expression.

The boss, Hye-yoon’s boyfriend, approached her. “I have heard a lot about you. It’s nice to meet you,” he said warmly.

“…….”

She didn’t know what to say about him; they were practically strangers. It wasn’t a pleasant meeting at all. Then she realized that he wasn’t the person who had been with her when she met Hye-yoon in front of the restaurant.

“Who was he? Well, it’s none of my business,” Hye-yoon’s boyfriend asked.

When she didn’t answer, Hye-yoon’s boyfriend put the menu on the table with an awkward smile.

“You are always welcome here. Hye-yoon is a friend of mine, and I’ll take care of you,” she said, handing him a business card.

His cold stare seemed to make her uncomfortable. Trying not to make things awkward, she forced a smile, but her lips twitched nervously. His eyes lingered at the corner of her mouth.

Hye-yoon’s boyfriend quickly looked at his clothes, shoes, and watch and acted almost like her, his actions mirroring Hye-yoon’s behavior.

He must have quickly realized that he was wearing clothes worth more than a billion dollars. He looked away when he saw Hye-yoon’s friend bow his head more politely than before.

Her stomach churned. It reminded her of those middle school kids who pretended to be friends but were fake. They pretended to know her background, cared about her on the outside, acted nice, and pretended to think about her.

She nervously bit her lip, wondering if they were unaware of her discomfort or if Hye-yoon’s friend just felt compelled to befriend her. Despite her discomfort, he stayed and showed no signs of leaving.

She was about to say she would order later, but he was quicker. He pulled out his wallet and handed her his business card.

‘What was he thinking?’She gulped down her water, feeling her mouth burn. 

“Um, here…” Hye-yoon’s friend stammered as he read the business card, his eyes widening in surprise.

“Oh, you said you were cousins, so I figured you were close. I’m not close with my cousins, so I didn’t want to assume…” he chuckled nervously and trailed off.

“We’re married,” he interjected.

“What?” Hye-yoon’s friend blurted out, his face turning pale as he stumbled over his words.

“I must have misunderstood,” he added quickly, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

She felt her face heat up, reflecting her embarrassment. She hadn’t expected him to tell them about their marital status.

“Order what the boss recommends, not the chef,” he insisted.

“What?”

“I’m a bit picky with my food preferences, please.”

She had never known him to be picky about food. He had never complained about any meal, whether it was prepared by her mother-in-law or her aunt. It wasn’t until he turned and headed for the kitchen that she felt her shoulders slump.

“Why did you tell them we’re married?” she snapped at him in a hushed tone, ensuring no one else could hear. His confident manner made her feel uncomfortable. He took a slow sip of water and rolled his eyes. Her heart raced as she waited for his answer.

“I don’t mind telling them we’re married.”

“What?”

“When you were younger, I suggested that we keep it a secret. But now it’s okay, right? We’re going to have kids.”

The mention of children made her throat tighten with emotion.

“Why are you so obsessed with having kids? Kids should be brought into the world by parents who are committed and truly in love,” she exclaimed, rolling her eyes in disbelief.

“People like us might get married without love, and having a child for the sake of business might not seem like a big deal,” he replied.

She remained silent, trying to convey her displeasure without further argument.

“Appetizers are served,” announced the waiter, interrupting their conversation.

Her stomach growled at the sight of the pickled cherry tomatoes, as she hadn’t eaten since yesterday.

“But… take it back,” he commanded, pushing the plate away after his first bite of the appetizer.

“It’s too sweet,” he remarked, wiping his mouth with a napkin. He stared blankly at Hye-yoon’s boyfriend, who looked embarrassed as he took the dish back.

A few moments later, the boss returned with the appetizers, looking tense. This time, he ate without saying a word. She breathed a sigh of relief, but then…

“Again,” he said abruptly, taking a quick bite of steak before signaling for the bowl to be returned.

“What’s wrong with you? Just eat it!” she whispered to him, puzzled by his behavior.

He clenched his hands when he saw Hye Yoon fidgeting in the distance.

“If you hear any rumors, you should inform me,” he said firmly.

“How…” she began, her mouth hanging open in shock. He must have heard the rumors about her being financially supported by an older man to buy luxury items and a house.

“You should drop out of school,” he insisted.

“I don’t want to,” she replied firmly.

“Do you enjoy being bullied in school? Stop it,” he urged.

“I don’t want to,” she repeated.

“You deliberately enrolled in the same school as me, didn’t you?” he accused as he cut the meat and changed the bowls. She glared at him.

“‘Take a bite. You mentioned meeting a friend, didn’t you?” he said, a hint of a smile on his lips.

“I will never drop out of school!” she declared defiantly.

He nodded as he chewed on the meat.

She put the meat he cut into her mouth and chewed. Instead of being juicy, it tasted like blood. Suddenly, her stomach churned. Eventually, she couldn’t finish and left the food behind. 

She put on her coat and turned her head to see him at the counter, paying the bill. She walked over to him, straightening her hair. 

“No, you don’t have to,” she said. 

“Take it all.” 

She stared at Hye-yoon, unsure of what was going on, and dark circles crept down her cheeks. She shakes her head slightly, looking like she’s about to burst into tears. 

Hye-yoon’s boyfriend’s face was dark as he paid for the food he had to send back. When he’s finished, he turns away and stares at Hye-yoon’s boyfriend. 

“Do you know what the most important thing to be careful of in the food business is?”

“What? What are you talking about?” he asked, his voice quivering with a sense of shock.

“Rumors,” she replied simply.

“…” He fell silent.

“Rumors can be incredibly harmful. If you gossip, you won’t be successful in this industry,” he continued.

Leaning in close, he whispered a warning to Hye-yoon’s boyfriend.

“Keep an eye on your girlfriend,” he advised.

Then he turned to Hye-Yoon and grabbed her wrist.

“Do you have anything to say?” he demanded.

“…….”    

Hye-yoon stood there silently, her lips sealed as if she had just tasted honey.

“Be careful what you say from now on, or you’ll see me at the police station,” he warned.

She realized that Hye-yoon was the one spreading rumors at school. She wondered what she had done to deserve this. His grip tightened, and despite her struggles, she was dragged into the car.

“Thanks,” she said weakly.

“If you hear anything, let me know immediately. Don’t keep it to yourself and then regret it later,” he instructed.

Her gratitude quickly faded.

“Drop me off over there,” she directed.

“Where were you supposed to meet?” he asked, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, the sound irritating her. She looked at his thick, masculine fingers.

“I told you it was near the school,” she reminded him.

“Yeah, but I thought you changed the location because we were running late,” he replied.

She closed her mouth, afraid he would catch her in a lie. There was no time to waste; she had to get to the gynecologist.

“You’re a terrible liar,” he exclaimed, driving in the opposite direction of the school.

“What are you doing? Where are you taking me?” she protested, but he ignored her pleas, driving on without stopping.

She angrily scolded him for leaving her on the highway. Ignoring her protests, he drove on until they reached the parking lot.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she shouted, frustrated by the situation.

“Get out,” he commanded, stopping in a hotel parking lot and gesturing for her to get out. She glared at him, unwilling to engage in conversation.

“You lied to me about meeting your friend,” he accused, his tone firm.

‘How did he find out?’ she wondered, her shoulders trembling, but she remained seated, determined to go to the hotel.

“Do you want me to carry you in?” he offered.

“No, I want to go home,” she insisted.

“You can’t. So get out,” he commanded, his voice unwavering. She turned her face away, gazing out the window.

“Are you sure you don’t want to get out?” he asked again.

“….”

“You don’t want to get out?” She could tell that his voice had subtly changed in the confined space of the car.

He was in the driver’s seat, and suddenly he was in the passenger seat. She was too surprised to scream. He lifted her skirt and spread her legs wide.

She couldn’t believe it.

“What? What is he doing in the car?” she muttered to herself, her confusion mounting.

Furthermore, as people passed by outside, she hastily stood up and tried to push his shoulder, but his hands continued to block her.

“Are you going to freeze to death with no tights on?”

She could not bear to put on pants and stockings because her bottom was sore, so she wore a skirt that came down to her ankles.

Before she knew it, his sneaky hands were sliding up her thighs, pulling her panties down in one quick motion. 

“Oh, I’m going down! I’m going down!” She kicks him in the shoulder with her shoe, leaving footprints on his black suit. But he smiles.

“I’m late,” he says, his voice tinged with desperation the closer his lips get to her legs. He slowly l*cks up her v*g*nal opening.  

“Ugh! Please!”

He buries his nose in her p*ssy and takes a deep breath. 

He swipes upward as if he doesn’t like the black bush.

“What kind of as$hole stops when he smells this? The as$hole who stops is an as$hole. Isn’t that right?”

Every time he spoke, his hot breath touched her p*ssy, making her tighten. Soon there was a murmur, and she was distracted by the thought that someone outside might be watching them.

“The hole is gaping. They’re begging me to put it back in,” he said.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” He shakes his head and stares at her crying face.

It was like seeing a tiger right in front of her. It was intimidating.

“Look at you, all swollen up and pouting like you want something to eat. You’ve never been here before, have you?”

“Ha, don’t…”

‘I’d rather you didn’t, because ever since I saw it, I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m not a horny as$hole, and I’m dying to s*ck your d*ck.”