The next morning at the office felt... different.
Jiho sat at his desk, trying to focus on the pile of marketing reports, but his heart kept skipping every time he thought about last night. About the promises he had made. About the hands that had held his, the lips that had touched his forehead.
He wasn't alone anymore.
Suddenly, a shadow fell over his desk.
He looked up — and there was Zoey, dressed sharply in a dark blue blazer, her lips curved into a lazy smirk.
"Morning, honey," she purred under her breath, making sure no one else could hear.
Jiho flushed bright red.
Before he could answer, Yura appeared beside him too, carrying a cup of coffee. She placed it gently on his desk.
"For you," she said shyly, her fingers brushing his just for a second.
Jiho stared at the two women — his heart almost bursting from warmth and terror.
Zoey leaned closer, whispering near his ear, "Better keep up, Jiho. Now you have two bosses to please."
He almost dropped his pen.
The day passed in a strange haze.
Zoey would occasionally call him into her office, under the excuse of "checking a report," only to lean casually against her desk and throw him teasing, heated glances.
Meanwhile, Yura would quietly slide helpful notes onto his desk, always with a soft, secret smile.
It was a private game between the three of them — one nobody else in the office noticed.
Yet Jiho felt every heartbeat of it, every stolen glance and hidden smile.
Late in the afternoon, Zoey summoned him again.
He knocked nervously on her door.
"Come in," she said.
Inside, Yura was already there, sitting on Zoey's couch.
Jiho stepped inside, his heart hammering.
Zoey locked the door behind him.
"You're late," she said playfully, crossing her arms.
"I— I was finishing the Johnson report—" Jiho stammered.
Yura giggled softly.
Zoey walked toward him, her heels clicking against the floor, until she stood close enough for him to feel her warmth.
"You owe us, Jiho," Zoey said, her voice low. "We're not just your bosses anymore."
Jiho swallowed hard.
Yura stood too, walking up beside Zoey, her cheeks pink but her eyes shining with excitement.
"We're your partners now," Yura said gently. "In everything."
Zoey smiled and reached out, tugging Jiho's tie loose just a little.
"And you," she whispered, "belong to us."
Jiho's breath caught in his throat.
Their hands brushed against him — innocent touches, yet charged with promises of so much more.
Jiho closed his eyes, surrendering to the new rules of this strange, beautiful, dangerous game.
Whatever came next, he would face it — for them.
For love.
{END of chapter 18}