Chapter O2: The Beginning

[ Four Years Ago ]

It was during her second year in high school when Anela Ahn first saw him. According to what she heard, he just got back from States where he spent his middle school years and his first year in high school. On why he was back in Korea the reason varies depending on the person telling the story.

"I heard he was back here because he needed to help the family with their business." Anela heard one of their classmates gossiped behind her.

"No, he was back here because he's going to be engaged to someone." Minjae Song who was sitting next to her argued with one of their classmates.

"Who will be worthy enough to get engage with him?" Someone retaliated. The discussion continued endlessly even though the person they were talking about was just standing in front of them waiting for the homeroom teacher to finish whatever he's saying so he could introduce himself and get over it.

Anela kept her eyes on him. No wonder why everyone is making some sort of fuss about him. He looks pretty damn good. His face was just perfection which also explained why every girl in their school was dying to get his attention or even just a second of his glance.

She had seen many good-looking people but what their new classmate has is simply not just good looks but he also has an oozing sex appeal that floods the room. Paired with such an intimidating presence, he was a treat and a trick all at the same time.

What an imposing presence, she thought. It was like he was telling you to get down on your knees and offer your unwavering loyalty to him.

His name is Jaewon Jung, the seventh-generation heir of the infamous Jung family. The family that puts every other conglomerate to shame. That one family alone could be said to control at least 80% of the country's economy.

He wasn't just rich, he was filthy rich.

And their school has already been oozing with heirs or children of rich on different levels but no one will come close to how rich Jaewon Jung is. He could probably feed the entire country and never go bankrupt.

"My name is Jaewon Jung. I'll be in your care starting today. Let's get along." Jaewon smiled bowing down politely as the female population in the room was swoon with an exception of one. Yikes, Anela thought. It's scary how the guy knew how to play his cards. He was more than aware of his charms, his good looks, and his power and influence. That scared her a little. This kind of guy is dangerous.

Anela almost flinched when her eyes met his. Handsome face, charming fake smile, blank eyes. Jaewon Jung may fool everyone but Anela Ahn sees nothing in him but indifference. He's bored. He's bored with everything. Nothing excites him anymore.

She guessed that's the price to pay when you're born with everything.

A smile formed on her lips thinking how such level of guy with the world given to his hands looked utterly bored.

Uninterested, Anela focused on her phone and fired one of her favorite mobile games. The last thing she'd do is associate herself with the seventh-generation heir of the Jungs. She doesn't stand on the same level as anyone on that school of theirs, this makes her more out of Jaewon Jung's league.

"You can take your seat next to Seowon Kang." Their homeroom teacher turned to Jaewon and pointed the empty seat. Uttering a small thank you, Jaewon walked his way not on the vacant seat but rather on the seat next to Anela (who's still busy on her phone and clearly not paying any attention).

Minjae Song looked up to their new classmate. Blinking in confusion.

"I hope you won't mind if I take your seat." Jaewon smiled innocently making Minjae quickly stood up, gathering his things while telling him that it's absolutely fine for the latter to take his place which Jaewon—in his mind—deemed a wise decision on Minjae's part.

Minjae Song's family isn't one to mess up with as they had a strong connection with the government however despite that he knew himself that his family's power and influence would be nothing compared to the Jungs. So all he could do is just win their heir's affection and follow him without any questions.

In his panic to gather his things, Minjae accidentally knocked over Anela's phone causing it to fall. The phone fell on its corner, cracks quickly overwhelmed its screen. "Ahhh! I still have six months on my loan!" Anela shouted standing up, quickly looking at her phone. Not only did she lost in the game she was playing but her phone screen got badly damaged that nothing made sense on the screen.

"Minjae! What the hell is your problem?" Anela turned to Minjae grabbing his collar while shaking the guy who was just looking at her, blinking. Pissed and nagging, Anela failed to notice the guy standing, waiting for Minjae to leave.

"Anela, calm down. Let me go," Minjae held Anela's arm stopping the lady from giving him nausea.

"What the hell, Anela Ahn? Who gets a loan for a mid-tier phone?" Seulgi Oh laughed which then started the wave of laughter and teasing. Anela let go of Minjae, rolling her eyes. These rich brats won't know the pain of working parttime jobs to afford a 'mid-tier phone'. Explaining such concept is useless when it comes to her classmates who all seemingly comfortably sitting on their high horses.

"Yeah, yeah, you're all rich I get it." Anela waved her hands. They had already done every imaginable bullying to her during her freshman year. Anela is pretty used to them. She can't feel anything anymore. Similar to how nothing surprises her anymore.

"Damn, I don't even know if I am still within the warranty period," Anela sighed, slumping down on her seat in defeat. She would need to immediately go to her parttime job, she doesn't have the time to get her phone repaired. Thank heavens, the school provided her a laptop when she received her scholarship.

"I'll give you money if you lick my shoes, Anela." Sungwoo, her long-time bully, piped in followed by his minions' howl of laughter and teasings.

"You sure it's your shoes you wanted to be licked?" Anela fired back wearing her seductive face and tone. Of course, Anela wasn't anywhere serious. The last thing she wanted was her tongue anywhere near the bastard. She just finds it better to retaliate that way knowing how despite being a bully Sungwoo's pretty much an innocent lad who tries so hard to be someone tough to impress his queen bee girlfriend.

And on cue, Seulgi quickly defended her little boyfriend. "You're a really dirty bitch!" The lady spat in disgust. She nearly rolled her eyes but she held it. Anela can't let them always win, can she?

"Oh, you don't know how dirty I can be," She stuck her tongue on Seulgi who hissed back at her.

"That's enough." Their teacher finally interfered. Sadly teachers in their school are slaves of money. It's almost pathetic how they just let their authority slip through their fingers for a few grand and some threats. But then, Anela can't really judge them when she's aware of how much power money held.

After all, money makes the world go round.

"Anela you're not supposed to use your phone in class. Just talk with Minjae about it later." Anela sighed hearing what their teacher said. Minjae might be rich but that asshole won't pay her up for the phone. It would be actually nice if her classmates just throw their excessive money at her instead of their hollow insults.

Their teacher proceeded on with the lesson, writing on the whiteboard, with a reference book on his hand.

"Here," Jaewon said, handing Anela a new model phone which she was sure isn't even out in the market.

Anela looked at him, puzzled. Jaewon took her hand and placed the phone on it. "I can always ask for a new one. I just got that yesterday." He smiled. Anela looked at him blinking. Her eyes then went to the new phone now placed on her hand.

Oh yeah, she nearly forgot how the Jungs owned the biggest phone company globally.

Anela smiled cheerfully. "Well, I won't say no to something I could never afford. Thanks." Living a tough life alone, Anela had already grown a thick skin. The last thing she needs is shame when she's way too busy trying to survive.

"No problem," Jaewon answered, turning his attention back to the lesson before them. Not minding the murmurs and eyes that were directed to him.

Anela just excitedly tinkered her new phone. Gasping in amusement every now and then, unaware of the eyes that were watching her. Some looked at her in incredulous, some envied her, others questioning. Some even concluded that Jaewon Jung's action was nothing but due to his nobility and kind heart.

[ Present ]

Back then, Anela never really thought of anything other than Jaewon Jung is filthy rich that he could just give away his new expensive phone and not bat an eyelash about it.

Was that where everything began?

She doesn't really know. And the more she thought about it the more she felt confused and she's nowhere near fond of confusion. That's just not how he lives her life. She's more into doing things and not thinking about them. If she stops and thinks there will be things that she won't be able to do.

Self-awareness is something she refuses to indulge with. Jumping to the fire is something more like her.

Anela sat down on the edge of the bed, wrapped in some expensive bathrobe while she watched the whole city framed in the ceiling to floor glass in front of her. She continuously rubbed the towel against her hair, drying it. Being with Jaewon Jung has some perks like staying in one of the country's best hotels. They even had the best suite. She wouldn't be surprised if a night in that room costs an arm and a leg.

She lightly flinched as she felt his lips touched her nape, small droplets of water fell on her exposed skin from his wet hair.

"What are you thinking?" Jaewon whispered against her ears. Anela doesn't particularly like or hate whenever he does that, however, whenever he did something unexplainable just filled her to the brim. She felt her insides burn ever so slowly.

"Don't tell me you feel guilty?" Anela could feel his smile against her skin. She kept forgetting that he could be a real prick when he wants to. His warm breath begging every cell in her body for her undivided attention.

Anela chuckled at his questions, she turned to look at him. "Hmm, if I say I feel guilty will you let me go home?" She reached for his cheek. Jaewon allowed himself to relax on her gentle and unconsciously seductive touch.

"Anela, stop asking questions you know the answer to." A smirk formed on the heir's lips. He then planted a gentle kiss against her palm, eyes locked against hers. Anela nearly allowed herself to give a satisfied smile after seeing how the young heir had such intensity brimming in his eyes.

"Do you think I will let you go tonight?" His voice was a low husk. Sexy, intimidating, and seeking utter submission.

Anela chuckled lightly. She then pushed Jaewon down the California king bed of their hotel room. She lightly brushed her fingertip on his soft lips. Anela pushed her finger in his mouth, Jaewon welcomed it without any reserve. Gently biting, licking it. Playing her little game.

"Ah, what would your fangirls think if they see you like this. The great Jaewon Jung beneath a nobody like me." Anela smiled leaning forward until he could inhale her warm breath.

"Do you think I care?" His voice was low but the confidence that came with his words was so fucking loud. It was roaring. Echoing.

Ah, that arrogance looked so damn good in him. Why does she find that sexy? But more so, why does it feel so comforting?

Fuck, she hates thinking.

"Jaewon," Anela whispered, gently cupping his face in her hands. Leaning more, she took his lips in hers. Kissing him slow and deep. Pulling away, eyes still on each other's, Anela smiled a little. "If I ask you to kneel before me... would you do it?" There was playfulness in her whisper.

Jaewon smirked, his hand gently caressing her face. His fingers tucked her wet hair on her ear. In an instance, Anela found herself beneath him as he expertly switched their position not giving her enough time to even react. "Anela," Jaewon slowly peel her bathrobe off her, revealing her smooth porcelain skin. He had seen it million times, he even had it imprinted in his mind but he was still left with so much hunger. Leaning down, he licked her ear. Nibbling it.

"If you ask me for the world, I will give it to you." His hands explored her body as Anela's eyes fluttered close in the warm sensation his every touch left.

Anela chuckled, wrapping her arms around him as Jaewon's lips and tongue explored her skin—biting, sucking, nibbling. He was taking his time, tasting her, and enjoying every bit of it.

"Why am I scared that you might really do it?" She murmured.

Jaewon pulled up. He took her lips for another nerve-racking kiss. Lips to Lips. Tongue to tongue. He can't get enough of her taste. He wanted more. He needed more. The kiss went deeper, hungrier. Demanding.

Leaving her lips, he allowed his mouth to travel down. Jaewon held her thighs, spreading them open. He took her in his mouth, licking her until she helplessly writhed in every stroke of his tongue. Moaning, panting, while she desperately clung unto his wet hair.

His name made out of her lips in a breathless moan making him smirk against her folds. Pushing her thighs up, he continued his assault until she came in his mouth. "Jaewon," there was shameless plead in her voice, her face flushed in a beautiful color of red.

"I won't know what you want if you don't say it, Anela." He whispered against her ears, teasing her with the hot tip of his manhood rubbing against her entrance.

"Please," every bit of her is aching in pleasure.

Jaewon leveled his eyes against her's. Oh, he couldn't get intoxicated with her needing him. Calling his name in such desperation. Clinging to him as if her life depended on it.

Yes, this is how it's meant to be.

Her wanting him so much to the point of shameless pleading.

"Just fuck me already," typical after the pleading comes the aggressive demands. Jaewon sneered, slamming into her without warning or reservation. Anela gasped at the carnal uproar that took her in his sudden intrusion.

"How'd you like that?" Jaewon grabbed her hips as he thrusts ferociously. Overtaken by his raw desires, drowning in the intoxicating pleasure.

"I-it's s-so go-good," Anela curled her toes, thrashing beneath him. Just looking at her being overwhelmed with so much pleasure was enough to bring Jaewon to the edge. He fought it. The need to tear her piece by piece through an orgasm comes first. He wanted to ruin her. Make her crave him more. He wanted her to starve of him.

Jaewon expertly switched their position, invading her, and hitting the right spots in every stroke. Anela always knew how sex with him was consuming but she never thought he would bring it to a whole new level. He surprises her every fucking time while she can't do anything but to twitch helplessly.

She was completely under his mercy.

As he thrust into her, they both reached the climax, collapsing together. Breathing hard. Sweating so much.

Jaewon pushed himself, gently combing her hair with his finger. "You don't think that I would let you off easily tonight right?"

"If I ask, will you?"

"No." Jaewon kissed her temple. "Who knows how long will it take to hold you like this again?"

"You're Jaewon Jung, you can have anyone in bed." Anela chuckled. "Someone better than me. Prettier. Sexier. Don't tell me you'll settle as my side guy."

"I don't mind," Jaewon pulled her to a cuddle. "I could be your dirty little secret."

"You're crazy." Anela shook her head lightly.

Oh, she doesn't have any idea on how crazy he was for her.