My Arrogant Boss

Chapter Eleven

"Please, Jisoo. I don't want to be a third wheel with these two." Chaeng says, making my cheeks burn.

"Chaeng, what are you saying?" Lisa says she kicks Chaeng's legs under the table, making her whine in pain.

"I just say what I see, Lisa." She says with a smirk on her face.

"Y-you,"

"Lisa, calm down. I am just kidding." Chaeng says, still wearing a smirk on her face while Lisa scowls at her.

"Okay, if that what you want," Jisoo utters as she agrees to go with us, making both of them avert their gaze towards Jisoo.

"Yeahhhhhh!" Chaeng shouts as she jumps like a child. That's when all of us look at her in unison.

"HAAHAHHAHAHAHAH! Look! I think if I go alone, I am the one who will be the third wheel." Lisa laughs, clutching her stomach.

Chaeng stops jumping and gives her friend a dead glare, "Y-you."

"What! I just say what I see," Lisa mimics the way Chaeng said to her.

"Calm down, let's have these delicious wine together."

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After eating our dinner, drinking some wine, and talking about our trip to Hawaii next week, Chaeng and Jisoo have gone to their homes.

Chaeng took Jisoo to her house since she was the one who picked her up and came here.

I've already cleaned the dishes. When I am about to turn around, I feel a pair of hands wrapping around my waist, making me startle. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," She slurs.

For all of us, Lisa is the one who drinks a lot. Chaeng just had a glass because she is the one who drives Jisoo home while I don't drink much because I have never drunk that before.

"You are drunk, boss." I don't know why, but the word comes out of my mouth. I know Lisa doesn't like me to call her that when we aren't working. I hope that she didn't hear what I said.

"What!"

God, she heard that.

I try to release myself from her when she turns me to face her as my heart beats so fast, trying to push her away but fail.

She hugs me tightly, "What did I tell you, huh?"

"I am so sorr-" I am about to say sorry to her when I feel her lips against mine.

"If you call me boss, again. I will kiss you." She says as her breath lingers on my mouth.

"O-okay," I stutter and pull myself away successfully from her this time.

"I am going to bed now. Goodnight, Lisa." I say and run towards my room, and when I close it, Lisa pushes the door open.

"What are you doing? I am sleepy now."

"Huh? I want to sleep, too."

What!!!!

"This isn't your room."

"It's my house." She says as she laughs like a five years old kid.

I sigh in defeat because I don't want to have any argument with her, "Okay, you sleep here, and I will sleep outside." I walk to the living room when she blocks my way and grins mischievously.

"What do you want?" I ask in an annoying tone. I hate to deal with her when she is drunk. I shake my head as I remember the last time when she was drunk.

"Uh, I-I want t-to kiss you." That's when her lips land on mine again, making me widen my eyes in shock. Her lips taste so sweet mixed with the red wine essence.

Suddenly, I feel her hands pull my shoulders to delete the space between us. I don't know why I allow her to do that without protesting as some butterflies fly in my stomach.

She moves her lips and bites the bottom of my lips for an entrance. At first, I refuse opening it as she bites a little stronger, and I gasp in slight pain. She takes the opportunity to explore her tongue in my mouth.

I don't move my lips, still surprised by what is going on between us. I look at her when she stops moving her lips and looks at me. Her eyes so soft, "Please,"

She looks at me one last time before her lips brush against mine again. This time we start to move our lips in rhythm. She guides us to the bed as she crawls on top of me.

Her lips move from my lips to my jaw, to my neck, and my collarbone, wetting all over the places.

When she is about to rip off my top, I shout and push her away, "Don't!"

She looks confused at first, but she doesn't stop as she continues doing what she began. She looks into my eyes and pouts like a child.

That arrogant boss acts like a kid. Haven't I told you that when she is drunk, she is so fucking annoying like a child?

Her eyes are closing gradually when I feel her snoring against my neck. FUCK!

Don't tell me she sleeps on top of me. I feel her breath on my neck, making a shiver run down my spine, so I push her away from me before anything stupid could happen with me.

I feel so sleepy, and I don't want her asking me anything when she wakes this morning and sees me in the same bed with her. So, I look at her one last time before I go to sleep in the living room.

That child!