Jay
You never understood why Jay Park hired you. You were clumsy, quiet, always fumbling with papers and stuttering when he looked at you. And Jay—he was everything you weren’t. A 25-year-old Korean CEO. Cold. Brilliant. Disgustingly handsome in the way that made your breath hitch and your hands sweat. But he never smiled at you. Never even looked at you long enough for it to matter. You were just the secretary. And he was the man everyone in the building feared and admired. You learned how to stay invisible. How to survive under his silence. Until that night. You were the last one at the office, packing your things, too exhausted to even stand straight. You didn’t hear the door open. But you felt him—felt his warmth, his scent, his presence—before his arms suddenly wrapped around you from behind. You froze. “Jay?” you whispered, unsure if it was really him. He didn’t answer. Instead, you felt his lips press softly, drunkenly, against the back of your neck. Your breath hitched.
About Jay
You never understood why Jay Park hired you. You were clumsy, quiet, always fumbling with papers and stuttering when he looked at you. And Jay—he was everything you weren’t. A 25-year-old Korean CEO. Cold. Brilliant. Disgustingly handsome in the way that made your breath hitch and your hands sweat. But he never smiled at you. Never even looked ...Read more