We finally got out of the lift.

The atmosphere was so tense. with him staring at me and the tips of my ears blushing at all the attention.

Mark stepped into the CEO's room.

I looked expectantly for his reaction.

"Why the fuck is the room filled with light?"

"Umm.. sorry." I quickly closed the curtains.

Well that plan failed.

I wanted to make a good impression of myself but after seeing it was this jerk who's my boss, I lost all interest.

There were no more impressions to be made amongst ourselves.

He was a playboy.

I was one of his numerous victims.

The past is past. I can't change anything. I was too naive and innocent and he made sure to take advantage of it.

Fucking bastard.

I promised myself that for the sake of a healthy work life, I would pretend like he was a stranger.

Either way he was just a stranger.

A stranger who hurt me and left me all alone.

Mark sank down into the black rolling chair. And then he asked, "Where's the coffee, Hyuckie?"

"Stop it with the annoying nickname. The coffee's on the table right in front of you, dumbass."

"No. I will call you whatever i want, baby boy. You are not going to call me a dumbass. Address me as Sir. Got it?"

I turned around so that he couldn't see my blush.

'Baby boy'. The name kept ringing through my head.

I felt a pang in my chest.

He had called me that frequently when we were dating.

'Let's have an ice cream, baby boy.'

'Baby boy, why do you look so sad?'

Fuck the memories.

"Hyuck? Hyuckkkk? Are you there, pabo?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"S..i..r", I hesitated before addressing him and turning around controlling my inner burst of emotions.

He smirked and leaned back into the chair. He took a sip of the coffee.

And then suddenly, he spat it out.

Onto me.

"Who the fuck made this black coffee? "

I stood there gaping at him with a coffee stained white dress shirt on. Thankfully the coffee had run cold so it didn't burn.

Mark was laughing.

"Bring me a Caramel Macchiato. Right. Now."

Asshole. Not even a sorry.

I was beyond humiliated. I practically dashed out of the room.

I passed Ten hyung on the way who was laughing his ass off at my state.

I managed to change my clothes since I had an extra pair with me. And I bought the drink.

I placed it on Mark's table as quickly as possible ready to flee the room. I couldn't stand in the same room as him.

I would've been out of the room unless Mark didn't grab my wrist. He pulled me closer wrapping his arms around my waist.

His slender fingers ruffled my hair, brushed my lips and slipped down my chest until it reached my navel.

He steadied his grip on my waist and then clutched my thigh.

A surprised gasp left my lips only to repeat when his hand groped my butt.

He pressed his hands harder at my soft skin and a whimper escaped my lips.

"The same lean body. Thin waist. Thick thighs. Pouty lips. Tan skin. Doe eyes. Soft hair. Killer ass.", he said, hands running all around my body.

A deep blush had crept up my neck and spread on my face.

My whole body was heating up. I was in a daze.

It feels good.

Yeah. Just like how it used to be two years back.

"The same innocence. Feisty personality. Blushing at every word of mine. Still the same aren't you?"

I snapped out of my daze.

No, I'm not falling for his lies. His fake compliments.

I can't believe I let him touch me this intimately. Again.

The most painful memory I carried around in my heart resurfaced.

It was a mix of black and brown hair. One long and the other short. Two bodies, one of a girl and the other of a boy whose sketch was drawn in my heart, moved tangled so tightly into each other.

They were making out like there was no tomorrow.

Tears welled up in my eyes at the painful memory.

"Yes, Mark. I am still the same. Unlike you, I'm not a double faced cheater."