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10 pm.

"Good night, honey. I love you too," he presses a kiss on her forehead to respond, but he glances up at me to speak, "Good night," he smiles, and once I say the same words, he moves up to his bedroom while y/n already went upstairs.

I follow her since everyone is going to bed, the lights off, the blinds closed, I climb up the stairs but reach the room, facing a door she didn't keep open for me. I exhale heavily but enter the room, bending over since it's dark, I close the door behind me and get closer to her. She went a bit further to have the door in her right, so I pass over her and use the large blanket as well to cover my body.

I take my clothes off to only remain in my underwear, I lie down on my back while she's turning her back to me. I know she doesn't want to talk to me but ignore me after the reaction I had in the pool, and I understand her. I need to make it up or else she will act like that every day and not hug me or sit on my lap anymore.

The silence occupying this room, the ceiling not allowing me to see the stars because she closed everything and only let a small gap for the light, I clear my throat but lay my eyes on her and pull on the blanket in a kind manner to get her attention.

Once half of her body is uncovered, she gives a strong tug on the blanket and entirely removes it from me, making me grin. Since this is slowly working, I turn on my side and stick my body to hers, I put my arm around her and grab the blanket to slide it back towards me. "Share with me..."

She sighs, sharply to make her irritation obvious but blocks the edge of the blanket underneath her body, leaving some of it for me. I take it but still continue, trying to make it up in a way that always is effective. "It's too small for my body..." I speak in a low tone but envelop her body with my arms, pulling her closer.

"Stop annoying me," she mumbles in her pillow, finally letting a few words out. I smile but press a kiss on her shoulder blade. "I'm not mad at you...okay?"

"Sure," she doesn't believe me. "Yeah, sure," I nod, causing my lips to brush past her skin. "I didn't want to react that way or ask so many questions..." I decide to apologize now that we're both alone, caressing her stomach with my fingers, smoothly and sweetly.

"Hm?" I ask for her attention, but she doesn't answer me, so I squeeze her in my arms, her body not moving or trying to get away from my clasp. "Hmm?" I repeat against her skin and kiss her shoulder blade. I know I shouldn't do this, that is only going to deepen my feelings, but I don't like to see her upset with me.

No other word or sound coming from her, I move under the fluffy and warm blanket to get on top of her, but she remains in her position. "Why are you staying silent and turning your back at me?"

"That's because of you," she replies, in a cute, pouty voice. "And why? What have I done that hurt or upset you?" I whisper, tilting my head to the side and gazing at her. "You did it with me but didn't want to."

"When did I say that?" I stare at her. "I never said I didn't want to have sex with you."

"Maybe...but you were rude right after leaving the pool when I never said anything wrong," she tells me, at last. "Are you my friend only because of money and sex, my house?" she rolls on her back, getting my eyes to land on her lips.

"No," I reply, with honesty. "And you're not my friend. You're my little brat," I smile at her but notice she's not taking it. "Seriously, I like being with you a lot. Okay? And I wanted to have sex with you, I just get overwhelmed when I do it, that's why I overreacted. I'm sorry, all right?" I sincerely apologize to her, setting my eyes on hers. I lean in before she could say something and press a kiss on her lips. "Stop being mad at me...I hate it when you are."

"Why?" she whispers, calming down. "Because I want you to play with me, to annoy me," I smile. "If you're still mad I'm gonna have to try harder..."

Her lips curve up, telling me I got what I wanted. "What will you do if you try harder?" she changes of mood, now interested. "I'll kiss you all over your body."

"Hm...that won't work," she lies, emitting that little sound which she knows I like a lot. "Are you sure about that?" I raise my eyebrows, but she nods. "Yes, because I'm angry with you, so that won't work."

"All right, let's see if you're right then," I smirk but already drop a kiss on her lips, I move down to her neck, aiming the most sensitive spots to win this game. I smile but drift my lips to her ear, and I nibble on it before leaving a soft peck, but I cannot help hurrying lower to her breasts. Since she's wearing her small crop top, I just have to kindly pull the neck down and press my lips on her warm skin. 

I love this spot so much, I can't hold back from remaining there, loving the softness, the smoothness, the scent of her skin. I tease with a gentle nibbling but smile before kissing it with my tongue, and we both breathe a little heavier, my lips enjoying the feeling, the sensations it brings me.

The door opening on my left startles me. "I—" the father catches us off guard, and I rush to the right to end on the floor, feeling my heart pound me hard in the chest because of the stress. "I'm sorry, I'll co—"

"No, you can tell us..." y/n clears her throat, but I pull the blanket higher since the moonlight is exposing my bare torso. "I...I just wanted to tell you that I leave the house earlier tomorrow. My boss sent me a text, but I didn't see it...so I'll leave at five a.m..."

"Oh...okay...Can you wake me up once you're awake?" she speaks in a soft and timid voice while I'm on the verge of fainting. "Before I leave?" he remains bent over, his height not helping at all in this situation. "No, once you took your shower and all."

"All right, I will. Have a good night, and sorry for coming in without knocking on the door," a smile can be heard through his sentence, but I gulp down.

"It's okay, good night. I love you," she responds. "I love you too, princess," he steps back, so I tell him good night as well to not be disrespectful. He chuckles but closes the door, and I lose my soul.

"Gosh..." I let out all my anxiousness, but y/n slaps my arm. "This is your fault. Dammit..."

"I didn't know he would come at this hour...!" I still keep my voice low to make sure no one but her hears me. She doesn't grumble anymore but only huffs, and she lies down on her side again. "Thank god he came at that moment though..." I say in a whisper. "What? No, not 'thank god'!" she hits me again. "I was about to go lower!" I tell her the reason why I'm relieved. "What the hell would have happened if he'd seen me with my face between your thighs?"

"We would have died from embarrassment because of you," she puts all the blame on me when I'm pretty sure she would have taken pleasure in it. I pass my hand under the blanket but give a slap to her butt. "Ya. Do you want me to slap your ass too?" she whirls towards me, our voices being as low as possible. "Yes," I chuckle. "Tch..." she giggles.

"Come here," I put my arm around her neck and draw her closer to my body, and she rests her head on my chest, hugging me back. "Good night," I drop a kiss on her head. "Good night."

•••

4 am.

My disturbing dream comes to an end as real life made my body react. My eyes open through the darkness, my heart beating fast as I'm still processing the fact this was just a nightmare and nothing else. My eyes are teary, and I'm still breathing hard.

"Are you okay?" y/n asks in a whisper, and I look on my right to see the one that was the cause of my pain in my nightmare, but who got me out of it. "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Yeah..." I do not lie to her, the emotional and physical pain still present inside of me. "Oh...it's okay, I'm here," she comes closer to hug me and rests her head on my chest. "It's over now," she helps me to calm down, and I wrap my arms around her, holding my tears back.

Everything is going downhill, I'm falling way too deep.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she lays her hand on my chest, right above my heart, and I swallow the knot in my throat. My eyes look up to not let the teardrops escape, and I tangle my fingers in her hair. "No..." I refuse to let her know the reason for me to feel so hurt. This would make things awkward, and I do not want this to happen at all. If I tell her that I cried in my dream because I was broken after she left me for another guy, I will regret it.

"Okay," she rubs her thumb over my skin, but I do not stay in this position, I roll to the side with her, I put my face under hers to bury it in her chest, and I hold her tight.

I freaking knew this would end this way, I should never have had sex with her. This is slowly breaking me apart, and this is only the beginning. Her arms around my neck keep me close, and her scent, her warmth, simply herself helps me to feel better.

— Next day —

Wednesday, November 18, 2020.

4:20 am.

"Honey," a whispering voice wakes me up, my sleepy eyes opening with difficulty. "Hm..." y/n hums, but my eyes land on her dad while I'm clinging onto her, with my face on her breasts, and the blanket only at the level of my hips.

His chestnut eyes meet mine to almost kill me, but I clear my dry throat and run my fingers through my hair, trying to move away from his daughter. "Good morning," he smiles at me, surprising me with sympathy and not hate. "Try to wake her up, I'm waiting in the stairs for her. This room is breaking my back..." he goes backward to leave the room.

I thought he would threaten me or get mad for touching her and sleeping with her in underwear only. I don't know if I should be happy or shocked.

"Y/n..." I put my hand on her arm and get her out of her sleepy state, speaking with a husky voice to her. "Your dad is here..."

She wakes up now that I mentioned him, and she turns around, cutely coming back to consciousness with her morning face and messy hair. "You can continue to sleep if you're tired, honey," he speaks to her from outside the room, but she shakes her head and sits up to pull the blanket away. "Are you coming?" she peeks at me, squinting her eyes. I smile but nod. "I'm joining you in some minutes."

"Your clothes are washed if you want clean ones, they're on the sofa downstairs," the father tells me while y/n is crawling towards the door, putting her butt into sight more than obviously for me. I need to keep my eyes away. "Oh, thank you very much."

He smiles to answer and lays his eyes on his daughter. She puts her arms around his neck, and he picks her up to walk downstairs while she's sleeping in his arms.

I need to put on the clothes I have here and get in the living room, but I need a moment.

5 minutes later...

I walk down the stairs to join them in the kitchen, but the smell of food already makes me hungry. I set my eyes on Mister Sang first as he's playing with the hair of y/n, the little girl who's still in her pajamas, sipping on a strawberry milk.

Once I come closer, y/n looks at me, but I drop my eyes on her body and glance away. "Do you want something to drink or eat?" he asks me, but I shake my head and peek at him, realizing he's not playing with her hair but brushing it to make two ponytails. "Can I take a glass of milk?"

"Yes, the glasses are there," he points one finger at a wall cabinet, so I move to it and take one. "When are you going to come home...?" she asks him between the gulps. "Four p.m. I go there earlier, so I hope he won't make me stay for longer."

"Okay, you tell him to let you go home earlier because your daughter says so anyway," she smiles but rests her body on him, giving him a hard time to tie her hair properly. "I don't think he will listen just because of that argument," he chuckles. I turn around now that my drink is served and take a gulp, looking at them.

She's totally using him as a couch. Her eyes meet mine, and she sucks on the straw while staring at me, acting innocent only in front of the tall man, who is nearly two heads taller than her.

I don't keep my eyes off of her but bite on my inner cheek, wishing I could do something to make her regret that.

The sound of the toaster makes me jump, spilling some milk on my expensive clothes and the floor. I gasp and panic, rushing to some tissues to clean everything.

"Are you okay?" Mister Sang steps away from y/n as he finished what he was doing, but she laughs at me after I was humiliated. "Yeah, I just...Those clothes are expensive..." I feel bad, wiping the liquid, that already soaked the fabric, off. "That's fine, don't worry. You can take a shower and get in your other clothes," he gets on the floor to clean the mess I made.

"I'm sorry though...I'll try to pay for the clothes..." I throw the dirty tissues out, but he straightens up and smiles. "No need to."

I peek at y/n as Mister Sang threw the tissues he used out, but I glare at her for making fun of me and walk away.

'YOUR P.O.V'

I put my drink down now that it is empty and turn around to grab the toasts. I lay them on the kitchen counter but grab a knife and the strawberry jam. "Papa," I peek at him while spreading the jam over the bread for him. "Yes?"

"I love you..." I set all my attention on him to see his reaction, but he giggles. "I love you too, honey," he presses his lips on my temple but places his hand on my back in a warm and comforting manner to lean over the counter and keeps his eyes on me. "Do you like this boy?"