A Dangerous Encounter
Zoey's sudden business trip left a strange emptiness in the office.
For two days, Jiho managed to hide in his work, focusing so hard he almost forgot the hollow feeling in his chest.
Almost.
But on the third day, everything changed.
A new figure arrived at Solis Marketing — Kang Yura.
CEO of a partnering company.
Powerful. Ruthless. Radiating a sharper, colder dominance than even Zoey.
From the moment she stepped into the building, eyes followed her.
Sharp grey suit. Blood-red lips. A gaze that pinned people in place like a knife to the throat.
And from the first moment she saw Jiho...
she smiled.
Not kindly.
Like a wolf spotting an unattended lamb.
It happened late in the evening, when most employees had already left.
Jiho was gathering his things, ready to run home, when a voice stopped him.
"You there," Yura said smoothly, standing at the entrance of his department.
"Follow me."
Jiho hesitated — but what could he do? She was technically a partner CEO.
He followed her down the hall, heart pounding.
Yura led him into a private meeting room.
The door clicked shut behind him, the blinds drawn.
Jiho turned nervously, clutching his bag to his chest.
"You work under Zoey Park, right?" Yura said, slowly circling him.
"Good little pet."
Jiho flinched.
"I—I'm just an employee—" he stammered.
Yura chuckled lowly.
"So polite. So serious."
Before he could react, she stepped close — too close — her perfume sharp and dizzying.
"Tell me," Yura whispered, her fingers tracing the edge of his jaw.
"Does she let you have any fun? Or does she just keep you on a tight leash?"
Jiho swallowed hard, frozen.
Yura's hand slid lower — down his neck, across his chest — and then lower still, brushing boldly over places that made Jiho gasp and flinch.
"You're shaking," she purred.
"So delicate."
Without warning, Yura grabbed his tie and yanked him forward — crashing her mouth against his in a bruising, claiming kiss.
Jiho struggled weakly at first, his hands pressed against her chest, trying to push her away — but Yura's grip tightened, and her other hand slid even lower, brushing boldly over the front of his pants.
Jiho whimpered into her mouth, the noise small and helpless.
Yura pulled back just enough to murmur against his lips:
"Obey me."
Her hand squeezed lightly, making Jiho jerk and gasp.
His body betrayed him, heat rushing through him even as his mind screamed for space.
Yura smirked.
"So sensitive," she whispered.
Her hand roamed shamelessly over him — groping, teasing — making Jiho tremble uncontrollably.
"You belong under an Alpha," she said, voice like velvet.
"Don't you?"
Jiho couldn't answer.
His cheeks burned. His knees wobbled.
He was trapped — completely overwhelmed by her presence, her touch, her scent — powerless to stop her.
And deep inside, buried under the fear, something darkly thrilling stirred.
{End of Chapter 7}