"Won't get caught doing what, exactly?" Ingrid said as she stares at the synced video in Rae Yoorin's old phone.
The next day, Ingrid woke up at 6 AM, stretching her luscious, plus-sized body as the early morning light seeped through the curtains. With a yawn, she pulled them open, letting the golden rays flood her bedroom. But just as she was about to turn away, something—or rather, someone—caught her attention.
Across the street, nearly level with her apartment, stood a man in his own condo, moving with effortless strength. Ingrid squinted, her heart skipping a beat.
"No way..."
Her eyes widened as she recognized the broad shoulders, the familiar face, the distinct presence. Shan Wolf.
The man was working out, his body glistening under the light as he did slow, controlled reps. She watched, unable to tear her gaze away, a strange mix of emotions swirling inside her. Confusion. Annoyance. A hint of something else.
Then it hit her.
"Don't tell me he actually lives here? Or… could he be stalking me?"
Her lips curled into a smirk. "Yeah. That must be it. There was no way this was a coincidence." To test her theory, she reached for her phone and, without hesitation, called the police—anonymously.
Forty-five minutes later, a knock echoed at Shan's condo door. Ingrid, peeking from behind her curtains, watched as two officers stood outside his unit. Shan answered, his expression calm as they spoke. Then, as if completely unbothered, he nodded and disappeared inside for a moment. When he returned, he handed them a set of documents.
The officers examined them, then exchanged glances before handing them back.
"What the hell…?" Ingrid whispered, watching with disbelief.
She expected an arrest. An argument. Something.
Instead, the officers nodded, muttered an apology, and left.
Shan stood at his doorway for a moment, watching them go before turning his head—just slightly.
Right in her direction.
Ingrid's breath hitched. Did he see her?
With a curse, she ducked behind the curtains, her pulse hammering in her ears.
"Shit. Did he know it was me?"
As silence stretched, she hesitantly peeked out again.
Shan was gone. His door shut. His apartment dark.
But something felt off.
A chill ran down her spine. Because in that brief moment before she hid, she swore—swore—that Shan Wolf had smirked.
As if he knew exactly what she had done.
Shan was still unsettled. He had brushed off the nagging thought of who called the cops on him, but it lingered at the back of his mind like an itch he couldn't scratch. Maybe it was paranoia. Maybe it was just a bad morning. Either way, he let it slide—for now. After a refreshing shower to cool off from a solid workout, he hoped to reset his mood. But something felt… off. The day already felt tainted.
Later, at the office, Shan was deep into his presentation prep when his phone buzzed. Mei Yoo Jun's voice came through.
"Mr. Shan, you've been called to see Ingrid in her office."
He exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple. "I see. Thanks, Ms. Yoo Jun."
With that, he headed to Ingrid's office, his expression unreadable.
Inside, Ingrid composed herself, masking any sign of guilt. She knew damn well she had to play this carefully—if he ever found out she was the one who called the cops, it wouldn't end well. Instead, she leaned back in her chair, a smug smirk tugging at her lips.
"Hey. So? How does it feel working alongside your enemy?"
Shan's stare was cold, unreadable.
"… Is this why you called me in here? I know you're better than that." His tone was flat, impatient. "Just get to the damn point. I'm not in the mood for bullshit today."
"Ooooh," Ingrid teased, tilting her head. "Someone's grumpy. Bad morning, hmm?"
She let out a soft chuckle before turning the screen of her laptop towards him. A video played. It was explicit—Rae Yoorin and Gang Si Won, tangled in heated passion. The way Yoorin moved, the way she moaned—it was clear she hated being filmed by others, but when it was her own doing? That was a different story.
Ingrid's smirk deepened. "Ms. Yoorin doesn't like others recording her, but when it's her own hands on the camera? Now that's a different kind of pleasure."
Shan's expression didn't change. He stared at the screen, then back at Ingrid.
"And? What does this have to do with anything?"
Ingrid blinked. Was he fucking with her? Or was he really that dense?
For a moment, she wasn't sure if she should be impressed or just downright irritated.
Ingrid stood up, placing both hands firmly on her desk as she leaned forward. Her gaze was sharp, calculating.
"I want to bargain."
She slid Rae Yoorin's phone across the desk toward Shan.
"Delete that video of the accident, and this is yours," she said, her voice steady but laced with expectation.
Shan smirked, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. Without warning, he leaned forward, grabbing Ingrid by the chin and forcing a kiss across the desk. It was deep, rough, and full of dominance—his lips pressing against hers as if staking a claim.
For a few seconds, she didn't move. Then, just as quickly as he kissed her, he pulled away, licking his lips slightly as he let her go.
"There are too many eyes here," Shan murmured, his gaze flicking toward the office door.
Ingrid followed his eyes—only to see her assistant, Mei Yoo Jun, peeking through the small gap in the doorway.
The moment Mei Yoo Jun realized she was caught, her eyes widened, and she quickly disappeared from sight.
Shan chuckled under his breath. "Let's go somewhere quiet, Ingrid."
Without waiting for her response, he grabbed the phone and strode toward the door. Ingrid exhaled sharply before following.
As they stepped out of her office, both their eyes landed on Mei Yoo Jun, who, instead of pretending she saw nothing, discreetly fist-pumped in their direction like she was cheering them on.
Shan and Ingrid sighed in unison.
Ignoring her, they continued down the hall, making their way to the meeting room. Once inside, Shan shut the door behind them, twisting the lock with a soft click.
Now, they were alone.
Shan leaned against the table, arms crossed, eyes sharp with curiosity. "Before we get to business," he said smoothly, "there's something that's been on my mind."
Without warning, he pulled Ingrid close, his hands settling firmly around her waist. His touch was deliberate—slow, possessive. "Honestly, I have to admit," he murmured, "you were quite something. I didn't even know you lived just in the next building." His lips curled into a smirk. "Tell me… did you call the cops?"
Ingrid's heart pounded in her chest. She knew that look in his eyes—he had already made up his mind.
"N-No!" she stammered, trying to keep her voice steady.
Shan let out a low chuckle. "Your stutter says otherwise," he mused, tightening his grip. One hand slid down to her lower back, fingers pressing just near the curve of her ass, while his other hand lifted her right thigh, hooking it against his waist.
"You do understand the situation you're in, don't you?" His voice was a low whisper against her ear, teasing, testing. Then, his fingers grazed lower, and he raised a brow, amusement flickering across his face.
"Oh? What's this?" He smirked, voice laced with amusement as he felt the unmistakable warmth against him. "I would've thought you'd at least try to hide it, but…" He trailed off, his smile darkening.
Ingrid's breath hitched.
Shan chuckled again, his lips brushing against her ear. "And here I thought you'd forgotten your place in our little… arrangement." He tilted her chin up, his eyes glinting with something dangerously enticing.
"I suppose I should reward you properly."
Ingrid's breath hitched as Shan's fingers roamed her body, teasingly slow.
"N-No, wait… Shan, I—" she stammered, her voice unsteady. "I-I'm sensitive down there… ah—!"
Shan chuckled darkly, his fingers lightly tracing her inner thigh before brushing against her soaked heat. "Sensitive? Yeah, I can tell…" His smirk deepened as he pressed against her, feeling just how wet she was.
Without hesitation, he lifted her onto the table, his grip firm as he tore her pantyhose apart with a sharp tug. Ingrid gasped, her head tilting back as his mouth descended upon her.
"Ahh—no… not there…" she whimpered, her hands tangling into his dark hair, but she made no effort to stop him.
Shan groaned against her, his lips and tongue working against her slick warmth. Every moan, every shiver only spurred him on.
He finally pulled away, licking his lips as he looked up at her flushed face. "Puahh… Delicious. I have to say, Ingrid, you taste even better than I expected."
"B-Bastard!" Ingrid gasped, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Shan only grinned. "Yeah, yeah. I'm your bastard, I get it." His voice was dripping with amusement. "Though, I gotta say… you're enjoying this just as much as I am, aren't you?"
"Like hell I am!" she shot back, but the way her body responded to him told a different story.
Shan didn't waste another second. He leaned forward, capturing her lips in a rough, heated kiss as his hands found her breasts, teasing her hardened peaks through her blouse before his mouth followed. Ingrid's soft whimpers filled the air as he sucked and nipped at her sensitive skin.
Before she could regain control, he lifted her effortlessly, his hands sliding under her knees to keep her legs spread as she clung to his neck for support.
His breath was hot against her ear as he whispered, "Let's see just how much you can take, Ingrid."
And then, with one slow, deep thrust, he claimed her.
At the same time, in a quiet corner of a coffee shop, Rae Yoorin sat with her arms crossed, her expression sharp. Across from her sat a man in a sleek coat suit, his fingers tapping against a thin folder.
"Did you bring it?" she asked, keeping her voice low.
The man exhaled, sliding the file toward her. "Yeah, but the price just went up. Six times the original amount."
Rae Yoorin's eyes widened in shock. "Are you fucking kidding me?" She shot up from her seat, drawing a few glances from nearby customers.
"Hey! Keep it down," the man hissed, gripping the folder tightly. "You think this was easy? Getting Shan Wolf's profile was a nightmare. I barely managed to pull two documents from his file, and even that nearly got me killed."
He leaned in, voice lowering. "The Malaysian government has buried everything about him so deep, even the FBI and CIA were involved. They made sure this shit stays hidden. If this goes public, it won't just be me and you in trouble—we'll both be on a 24/7 assassination watch."
Rae clenched her jaw, frustrated but knowing he wasn't bluffing. After a long pause, she exhaled sharply. "Sigh… Fuck it. Take your cash and get out. I'll figure out how this fits into my plans."
The man nodded, pocketing the money before making a discreet exit.
A few minutes later, the coffee shop door chimed again. A different man entered, holding a basket of flowers. He scanned the room, his eyes locking onto Rae.
Just then, from a table nearby, Mei Yoo Jun and her colleague took notice. Their eyes flicked between Rae and the man with the flowers.
Something wasn't right.
"You're really not gonna tell me why you fist-pumped at Mr. Wolf and Mrs. Mikage?" Mei Yoo Jun's colleague, Kang Min, asked, giving her a suspicious look.
Mei Yoo Jun grinned but shook her head. "Sorry, Kang Min-noona, but I can't—" She suddenly stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening as she pointed across the café. "Wait… isn't that Ms. Yoorin?"
Kang Min followed her gaze and nodded. "Yeah, it is."
The two watched as a man approached Rae Yoorin, handing her a basket of flowers.
"You don't think…?" Kang Min trailed off, narrowing her eyes.
Mei Yoo Jun hesitated. "No way… is she cheating on Mr. Si Won?"
At the table, Rae Yoorin kept her expression calm as she accepted the basket. The man across from her leaned in slightly.
"You sure about this?" he asked, lowering his voice. "I don't mind as long as I get paid, but if you keep doing this, someone's bound to notice."
Rae Yoorin barely spared him a glance. "Just mind your own business and get things ready for the next quarter," she said, grabbing the basket and the file of Shan Wolf's data and heading for the exit.
Mei Yoo Jun and Kang Min exchanged glances.
"Should we follow her?" Mei Yoo Jun whispered as they quietly slipped outside, staying hidden behind a corner.
"Why? She's probably just heading back to the office," Kang Min replied, though her curiosity was piqued.
They trailed Rae Yoorin from a safe distance, their suspicion growing when she turned into a narrow alleyway.
"That's not the direction back to headquarters," Kang Min noted, frowning.
Rae Yoorin suddenly stopped, glancing over her shoulder as if checking for followers. After a moment, she rummaged through the basket, her fingers pulling out a thick stack of cash. A small, satisfied smile crossed her lips before she tossed the flower-filled basket into a nearby trash bin and calmly walked back toward the company building.
Unbeknownst to her, Mei Yoo Jun and Kang Min had seen everything.
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Chapter 15 — End.