Chapter 32 - 31. Room 13808
"Goddamnit—fuck! That was so cringy!"
Lee Sarah, 25 years old, was having an existential crisis inside her car, maddeningly kicking the poor dashboard that had just freshly been repaired.
The small laughter coming from the driver’s seat only helped her sink more into the seat, her face red and buried inside her palm. If she didn’t remember how hard it was styling her hair this morning, she would have pulled out some of it to compensate for the goosebumps she felt all over her body.
"I didn’t think you’d be that good at acting, Master," Hajin smirked, glancing at the young woman. Too bad—it’d be better if Sarah wasn’t just acting.
But still, the weight of the uncomfortable collar—or should he say leash?—it felt nice on his neck.
That show of possession, even if it was just a ruse to get rumors spreading in the mansion, he enjoyed every bit of it; the way Sarah touched his chin and unbuttoned his shirt; the feel of her fingers on his neck...
"I’ve been acting all my life, so there’s no way I’ll be bad at it," Sarah crossed her arms, leaning back and shaking his head to get rid of the image of her performance earlier.
She had already prepared to act as improperly as possible the moment she returned. That was why she went as far as learning to act while she was abroad--one of the reasons she was absent from most of her university classes.
But damn...doing something that cringy was a first, and not something she wanted to experience again.
The problem was...she had to. Their whole concept was a trashy young miss who was head over heels for her extremely attractive bodyguard. Surely, people wouldn’t think this man, who seemed to be chosen just for how handsome he was, would be capable of doing her dirty deeds.
Not that people would think Sarah had any capacity for dirty deeds in the first place. Trashy and scandalous, perhaps, but nothing more.