Authors: Marian Tee
She giggled and cried at the same time, but at the end even her laughter turned into tears. “It took me a long time to be at peace, Park. For almost a year, I just hated. I hated my life, I hated guys, I hated everyone.”
He kissed her forehead. “You have the fucking right to.”
She let out another teary giggle. “You should be telling me it’s wrong.”
“If I had the chance, I’d torture all of them then give you the honor of cutting their heads off.”
Violet shook her head. “Oh, Park.” She surprised him by suddenly sitting up, and he couldn’t bite back a groan as her hips lifted up and down on his dick. She bent down, her breasts brushing against her lips, and of course he couldn’t keep himself from lifting his head up to catch one nipple into his mouth.
“No, Park…” It was a weak protest.
He sucked harder.
“Park…”
He reluctantly let go of her nipple. “I want you to feel good,” he said fiercely. “After what you went through…I don’t even understand how you can bear to be with any guy.” Park paused. “I don’t even know why you thought I deserved to be your first.”
She paled and stiffened at the same time. “Y-you know?”
“I heard what Schwartz said…about you being frigid and it was just a matter of deduction after that.”
“It’s not because I’m in love with you,” Violet said quickly, not wanting Park to jump in the wrong conclusions.
He almost laughed at the genuine panic in Violet’s eyes. “I know,” he said gently. “I’d know if you were.”
She said haltingly, “It was because you were different. You were…you were you. You weren’t like any of those guys and I didn’t want Andrew to win. He’d win if I remained bitter.” She bent down, and for the first time took the initiative to kiss him.
It made Park shudder.
When she lifted her lips from his, her eyes were shining with tears. “Only you, Park—only you made me remember how beautiful everything was before him.”
Park understood, and he was incredibly humbled.
“Thank you,” he said roughly even though he knew no words would ever be enough to express how much her trust meant to him.
She smiled down at him. “Thank you.”
There was no need for words after that, their bodies moving and expressing the rest of what they had to say. Soon, her soft, drawn out moans blended beautifully with his guttural groans, their skin glistening with sweat as their movements became more urgent and frenzied, Violet throwing her head back, the tips of her long hair brushing against his thighs as she came while saying his name.
It was a picture of Violet he’d treasure forever, and the beauty of it pushed Park past the edge, making him grip her hips as he came inside her, his hips moving nonstop while he shot out his cum into her.
And when it was over, it felt entirely natural to have her curl in his arms, Park watching with her eyelids drift closed as a drowsy smile appeared on her lips. “Night, Park,” she mumbled without opening her eyes.
Park relaxed.
For one moment, he had feared things would change between them. But it hadn’t.
She still didn’t love him, and he didn’t love her, but that was fine. They were friends. They were friends who cared for each other and fucked each other, but that was fine. It was enough.
Chapter Eleven
Violet was the first one to wake up. Mornings in Osaka were always cold, but for a moment, she wondered why she wasn’t cold at all. And then she realized that there were strong arms wrapped around her. She turned her face slightly.
Park.
He looked very peaceful. Still gorgeous but he looked younger while asleep—a softer side of him even Violet rarely glimpsed. There was no sign of the frightening scowl he usually wore, the one she liked to refer to as his ogre face. Violet stared at Park, but another face was slowly superimposing itself on Park’s features.
Andrew.
Her skin prickled with self-loathing at the mere thought of him, and shame enveloped her when she remembered the fact that now Park knew everything that happened in her past. Did he really not care that she practically had sex with ten men?
“Violet.”
She started at Park’s sleep-scratchy voice, not realizing he had woken up as well.
“You’re crying.” He said the words almost accusingly.
“I’m not,” she lied sharply, cheeks flushing. She hated the fact that Park was fast seeing all her worst moments. Violet York was a crybaby only when it suited her–and not because she was such an emotional mess!
Park was silent for a moment, and it made her worry. And then he said, “Do you want to talk about it?”
She gaped at him.
He scowled. “Don’t wait for me to change my mind. You know I’m not the sensitive type and I could get impatient—”
His tough talk made Violet giggle. “No thanks, you ass. That was the worst offer of comfort I’ve ever heard.”
Park’s breathing eased. Seeing Violet sad made him angry and seeing her smile brightened his day. That much, he had to admit to himself. But beyond that, Park had no plans to psychoanalyze.
“Stop thinking about that piece of shit. He’s not worth a second of your time.”
“I can’t help—” She couldn’t speak, the rest of her words swallowed by his kiss.
When he pulled away, Violet looked dazed. “You were saying?” Park smirked.
“Arrogant blond gorilla.”
Park only laughed because Violet had said the words so weakly it was obvious she was still reeling from his kiss. He loved how he affected her, and already his dick had stirred into life, wanting another round of possessing her sweet lovely body.
“Tell you what,” he said gallantly. “I’ll make you forget about him with our ‘harmless flirtations’.”
She rolled her eyes, saying dryly, “Am I supposed to be thankful? It feels like you’re just using this as a way to enjoy the rare and envied privilege of being able to make love to me, the most beautiful girl in school.”
Park snorted. “If that’s what I wanted, I would have asked Ayumi Sayo—”
Violet laughingly grabbed a pillow and hit him with it on the face. “Jerk!”
Park shrugged. “Violet, you’re my friend–I admit that freely now, but she is more beautiful than you are.”
Violet made a face because it was true, and of course Park would be the type to say it to her face even while he was still inside her. Stupid Asian Yeti. She sniffed. “It’s only because she’s taller and has bigger breasts than I do.”
“Oh, it’s more than that,” Park assured her. “She’s also smarter, and way more refined and—” This time, it was his words that got cut off by a kiss. When she moved away, she rose up, straddling him and not giving him a chance to talk as she started to ride him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, aroused beyond belief at the expert way she rode him.
“You were saying?” she asked in her most saccharine voice as she stopped moving.
He groaned. “Don’t fucking stop.”
She patted his cheek. “But I feel like I’m not pleasing you at all…I mean, I’m not the most beautiful girl in school and—”
“You’re the most fucking beautiful girl in the world.”
“Are you suuuuuure?”
He tried to lift his hips up but she pulled away, almost to the point of releasing his dick and Park groaned. “Yes, dammit.” He would say anything just to have her riding him so beautifully again.
She sank back into him, taking his dick in so deeply Park swore he could see stars. And then she was leaning down, whispering into his ear, “Now, I’m going to fuck you.”
And Park could only groan, hoping he would survive as Violet started to move to keep her promise.
* * * *
The days flew by and Violet was a little surprised to realize that yet another month had ended. She and Park had gotten so much closer since her ‘little breakdown’. That was how she preferred to call it even though she had to pretend she didn’t see Park rolling his eyes every time she used those words. She could have sworn he also muttered “It was the fucking opposite of little” under his breath, but she decided not to think about that too much. Men! They could be so bothersome with the details!
She and Park had gotten closer, too, unimaginably so, as if by admitting she needed Park to continue moving on and getting past what Andrew did gave both of them the freedom to be more open with each other. The feeling was scary yet exciting, but it was also something she could only keep to herself.
Today was yet another free period, with Violet’s professor called out to accept an urgent call. Park, seated two chairs behind, was sitting in with her class and acting like he totally had no clue that every girl but Violet was staring at him.
His arrogance truly knew no bounds, she thought, torn between exasperation and amusement.
“Violet?”
She blinked, realizing Hiroshi had been talking to her all the time she had been thinking about the way Park kept on trying to scare all the girls away with his perpetual scowl. “Sorry, I was thinking about our assignment,” she lied, so as not to hurt his feelings because Hiroshi was really one of the nicest guys she had ever met.
Hiroshi said quickly, “How about a study date so I can help you with it?”
“Ah…no…I…” Damn. Hiroshi looked so much like an abandoned puppy Violet felt she would be utterly heartless if she rejected him for the nth time.
Hearing the exchange, Park took pity–on Hiroshi,and drawled, “Sorry, man, we’re working overtime tomorrow.”
Relieved at the alibi Park had given her, Violet was about to agree when Hiroshi asked, “What about after? I don’t mind staying up late to help you out.”
She cleared her throat. “I’m, umm, really flattered…and thankful, but you really don’t have to put yourself out on my account. Park helps me with my lessons already so…” She trailed off, not knowing what else to say to let Hiroshi down gently.
Park suddenly found himself the object of the younger man’s scrutiny. He gazed back at Hiroshi expressionlessly even though he felt he was actually doing Hiroshi a favor. Practically every guy he knew in school thought Violet was such a babe. Of course they were all wrong. She was a spoiled brat, moody and demanding, and he truly pitied the man who would one day be unlucky enough to be Violet’s boyfriend.
“Are you guys dating?” Hiroshi asked abruptly.
“No!” Violet couldn’t sound any more aghast, making Park feel a little disgruntled.
Violet continued feelingly, “I’d never date someone like Park. Don’t you know he’s a total ogre inside?” She nodded emphatically to her mesmerized listeners. “He’s an absolute grouch and I like my guy to be sweet, you know. Someone who’d do anything for me—”
Park interrupted dryly, “What you need is a slave, not a boyfriend.”
Practically the entire class laughed, proof that everyone had been eavesdropping on their conversation.
She stuck out her tongue.
Hiroshi asked Park suspiciously, “You can seriously and honestly tell me you don’t want to date Violet?” Violet noticed the way the other girls held their breaths at the question, making her want to sigh. Poor naïve little darlings, she thought. They so didn’t know that underneath Park’s admittedly beautiful exterior lived a Nordic ogre who was so much worse than pre-Fiona Shrek.
Park answered, “Never in a million years. If I ever date, it would be someone demure, not a spoiled brat who wants her way in everything…”
“Newsflash, boy,” Violet cut him off with a sweet smile. “When you love someone, you definitely want to do everything for that person.” She fluttered her lashes at the boys around her. “Right, guys?”
“Idiots,” Park muttered under his breath, irritated but at the same time amused at the way all the guys in Violet’s class rushed to agree with her. But when one of the guys was so enthusiastic in his show of support he actually grabbed Violet’s hand, Park shot out of his seat, every cell of his body reacting negatively at seeing another man touch Violet.
“I’ll even offer my life for you,” the boy gripping her hand said fervently.
“Thank you, kind sir, but that’s too much.” Violet blew the guy a kiss even as she quickly but carefully drew her hand away, hoping no one would notice how she paled at the boy’s touch. Even now, she still wasn’t entirely comfortable with having anyone touch her but Park; the more any guy seemed to like her, the more wary and terrified Violet felt. Their open affection just reminded her too much of how Andrew had been at the start.
Park slowly sat back, relaxing at the speed with which Violet had withdrawn from the other man’s touch. Didn’t that fucking idiot know Violet belonged to him?