𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞 || 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐚

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟕: 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 {𝐌}

Hannam The Hills, Seoul

8:00PM

Roseanne's POV.

Lisa mentioned that she couldn't stop thinking about me. I couldn't stop thinking about her either.

I thought about her with every step Tae and I took back to our apartment. Every detail of her and that night crept its way to the forefront of my thoughts. I remembered the green tattoo markings on the plane of her chest. Her peculiar scent that smelled fresh and masculine. The dimple in her right cheek. The grin that played on her lips when she was ready for sex. Her plump lips against mine, against my belly, my sex. The taste of strawberries and champagne on her tongue.

Her voice and raw dialect that tantalized me. I missed her so much already that it hurt. It hurt so much I found myself tearing up at the thought of never seeing her again.

Of never being able to touch her again or let her touch me.

I was a wreck.
A sad.
Pathetic.
Train wreck.

Because of one decision.
One night.
One woman.
Sex changed everything. It changed my mindset. It altered what I once wanted and needed.

I was right to decline Lisa but like a dumb ass, I changed my mind out of spite. Why had I changed my mind?

I rested my head against Taejoon's thigh as I watched Pretty Woman, while Taejoon browsed the web on his laptop.

I traced small circles on his thigh as my mind began to wander.

"How many times have you seen this movie?" Taejoon asked.

"Too many to count," I whispered.

"The movie ends the same no matter how many times you watch it. Why watch it over and over and over again?"

"Because Richard Gere is sexy." I chuckled knowing my fantasy crush bothered him irrationally.

"Is he?" Taejoon asked.

He slammed the face of his laptop down, and pushed it aside. He started tickling me until I burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

"Tae?" I spluttered through giggles. "Okay? Okay? He's not that sexy," I lied as he continued to tickle me.

"That's what I thought," he said suddenly stopping.

I sat up straddling his lap. "What is it?"

"What do you mean?" I asked hoping he wasn't talking about what I think.

"You're different. You've been different since you came back from the hotel. Do you want to talk about it?"

I shook my head. "No."

His face fell.

Taejoon  felt the shift because I felt it. I stupidly thought one night wouldn't change anything but it had. The shift wasn't monumental but it was palpable.

"I'm going to bed."

I close my eyes for a second and I'm reminded of your big brown eyes, your perfect breast, your legs, your pretty pussy, your smell, your voice...the way you taste.

I barely know you and I miss you. How fucked up is that?

I closed my eyes trying to force away Lisa's words and find sleep while vaguely aware of Taejoon's shallow breathing. I felt my eyes fluttering shut and then everything went dark.

The familiar touch of her fingers slid down my back. Her lips following the invisible trail her fingers left behind. Her mouth moving up my spine. Her lips felt good pressing against my skin until they reached the nape of my neck. Her fingers slid beneath me and cupped my sex. My eyes clenched shut as the pleasure started to overwhelm me.

I released a heavy breath. "Your skin is so soft," she rasped. "You're so wet for me."

It was wrong to want her. To condone an act that I knew was so wrong. But she made me feel so good. I lost my head when I was with her. I was an addict craving her body like a fiend. I craved her thick length pulsing inside me. I craved her touch. I craved the weight of her body lying on top of mine. It was so wrong but when I was wrapped up in Lisa nothing mattered

She slid her pants off. "Turn over," she commanded.

I obliged turning onto my back. The mere sight of her incredible brown eyes and her glorious black hair hit me everywhere. A devious smile crept across her face. My insides clenched as her eyes roamed ravenously over me.

"Good girl," she acknowledged. "Now, lock your fingers around the bars of the headboard. If you move, I'm going have to punish you, tease you until you're burning for me."

I tightened my fingers around the bars. "Pull your knees up. Let me see." She said, referring to my sex.

I lifted my legs exposing my sex to his hungry eyes.

Her fingers slid across the tender flesh. My lips parted as a croak escaped. "That feel good?" She asked and I nodded. Her palm was massaging my nub while her fingers slid into me. My head fell back and my hips bucked into her touch.

"Didn't I tell you not to move?"

I nodded.  "Yes."

"Why'd you move?"

"Because it feels good when you touch me."

She pushed her lips against mine.

"Good answer," Lisa said, sliding her hand across the lips of my sex. "Open wide."

I stretched my legs apart trying to remind myself not to unlatch my fingers from the bars.

Lisa's fingers swirled inside my heat punishing me with a steady, torturous rhythm. She pulled her fingers in and out, in and out. Endlessly. The pleasure was excruciatingly good. I tried my best to hang on to the feeling of her fingers driving into my flesh but I was under her spell. I had no control Lisa had it all and she knew it.

"Release," she commanded, simply. Just that easily my body unraveled beneath her, pulling me under into the deep throes of passion where I held no control. I could only convulse. It was violent and intense; too intense.

Oh God.

"I should go," she said.

My eyes widened in horror. "What?"

"You want to him. You want perfect and boring, right? You can't have both."

"Lisa!" I cried out as she leapt off the bed. "Lisa, I'm sorry. I want you."

She vanished.

I was comforted by the darkness before my alarm broke through the silence.

My eyes opened and I realized I was dreaming.

I couldn't help but feel let down.

I hated that I missed her so much. I hated that in the brief span of time that we've known each other she managed to embed her memory so deeply within my mind.

I tried to tell myself that it was the sex I missed. And then I thought about our chemistry her I-don't-give-a-shit-about-anything attitude, her tattoos, her filthy talk, her impressive erection.

I let my head fall against the shower wall feeling complete despair when the shower door opened abruptly and Taejoon walked in.

"Are you alright?" he asked me.

"Yea," I nodded.

I brushed Taejoon's hair out of his face and slammed my lips into his, curling my body around him. He held me just as tightly reacting to my mouth. Taejoon pulled my legs apart and our bodies connected as my eyes closed.

"He can't fuck you like I can." Lisa's voice mocked

Brushing my lips across his shoulder, I clenched my eyes shut willing the memory away.

Taejoon moved against me and I couldn't help but think about Lisa's lips against my sex. The brash contact of her erection between my thighs. The little bites of her teeth against my flesh. Her hot breath between my legs. The bulk of her body pushing against my breasts. I gasped at the memory. Taejoon's chest tightened against me. I knew I wouldn't be able to find any satisfaction with Lisa clouding my focus

I faked it.

Taejoon's body vibrated against me as he found his climax.

I slid off of him, and scrubbed my body with soap. I couldn't make eye contact with him. I just mindlessly washed away the guilt. Taejoon washed his body as well before stepping out of shower. When I slipped into my robe, Taejoon was struggling with his tie I knotted it for him.

"Are we going to talk about this?"

"About what?"

"About the fact that you just faked an orgasm with me."

"I didn't."

He laughed without humor. "Roseanne, I know you. I know how your body reacts when you climax. I know the look in your eyes. I know it like the back of my hand."

"I have a lot on my mind."

"You never faked it before," Taejoon barked. "What happened with her?"

"Tae this has nothing to do with that."

"I need you to tell me what happened."

"It was just sex Taejoon," I uttered unable to meet his gaze.

"There's something you're not telling me."

"It's nothing."

"I can handle it. If she made you feel good that's great but we have to talk about it."

I wiped the tears from my eyes. "It was just sex Taejoon." I muttered robotically.

"Was it good sex? Did she make you feel good? Did she hurt you?"

"It was everything it was supposed to be. It didn't hurt. It's over. Can we please move on?"

"Can you move on?" Taejoon asked with bitter resentment. He exhaled a sharp breath. "I'll see you tonight."

"You don't want breakfast?"

"I'll pick something up."

~

"I don't want to be here again, Taejoon."

We made our way past security, through the entry way, and right to the podium where Irene stood.

"You said we didn't have to come back here. I don't want to be here," I whispered.

"That was before you faked an orgasm."

"What is coming back here going to change? I hate it here."

"You don't hate her, do you? You came back to the apartment fucking glowing. You were nervous as hell when we finally talked. Something happened that you're too afraid to mention. I'm about to find out what that is."

"Tae, I'll tell you truth. We can go to dinner and I'll tell you everything. I promise." I pleaded.

I couldn't see Lisa again. The memories were painful enough.

"Then you'll have no problem talking about it in front of her."

"Welcome back, Mr. and Mrs. Park. How can I assist you?" Irene asked.

"We want to speak with Manoban. Is she available?"

"Give me one moment, sir." Taejoon nodded his head. We waited patiently as Irene picked up the phone and called Lisa. "Ms. Manoban is available."

I was going upstairs to talk to Lisa. With Taejoon by my side, so he could question her about our night together. This was a train wreck waiting to happen.

I was terrified.

"I don't want to see her. Please don't make me do this. It's humiliating."

"Not anymore humiliating than your wife faking an orgasm."

"I had a lot on my mind."

"Yup."

Irene led us to the elevator and we rode it to the second level in silence.

I was so screwed.

"I need to use the bathroom," I blurted out. "Where's the bathroom?"

"It's straight ahead. The red door."

"Nuh-uh." Taejoon intertwined his fingers with mine and yanked me back. "You're not going anywhere."

"I'll be five minutes."

Taejoon gave me a look. "Five minutes."

He looked toward Irene. "Can you keep an eye on her?"

"Absolutely." Irene smiled.

I slipped into the bathroom and into a stall.  Shuffling through my purse, I collected my phone and dialed Jungkook's number. It rang and rang before eventually going to voicemail.

"Actions have consequences." I said to my reflection. "You chose wrong and now you have to suffer the consequences. Stop being a coward."

Breathing in and out I glanced at myself in the mirror. "Let's do this."

I slid past Irene who was standing outside the bathroom waiting for me.

My stomach was in knots as I knocked on Lisa's door. Thick knots that contracted like a fist making my belly constrict. Lisa opened the door. She was standing way too close to me. I felt like I couldn't breathe. Her scent was suffocating me much like his presence.

"Good to see you again, Roseanne." She bit her lip and gestured for me to sit down next to Taejoon.

"I'll take that cocktail this time." I ordered barely making eye contact with her.

Lisa picked up the phone. "Can you send Lia to my office with an apple martini and bourbon?"

Lisa looked at Taejoon, "Would you like a drink?"

Taejoon shook his head. "No."

"That'll be all." Lisa put the phone down on the base. "What can I do for you?"

"I want to talk to you about what happened between you and my wife."

Lisa exhaled gruffly. "I took her to the Signiel. We slept together. We talked. End of story."

"Specifically, Ms. Manoban. I want to know what specifically happened between you and my wife," Taejoon's voice grew as cold as ice.

"Have you asked her?"

"I want to hear it from you."

"You said you didn't want to watch. If your wife chooses to disclose such information that's on her. I signed a contract, remember? And I don't kiss and tell."

There was a knock at the door. "Come in," Lisa barked.

A thin, woman with brown hair entered the room. She was dressed in a backless dress with silver, sling-backs.

"Thank you," I said as the woman placed the drink on a small table beside Lisa's desk.

"Taejoon nothing happened that I didn't already tell you," I lied because I was desperate to escape this awkward situation. "Let's get out of here, please."

"Alright. Let's go."

I was about to toss my shoes aside and do celebratory laps up and down the halls when Lisa spoke . . .

"Wait," Lisa interrupted abruptly.

She turned to Taejoon. "I'll give you free reign over any and everything here at the club if you let me have her for one more night. I'll make it worthwhile. There are some talented women and I'll be more than happy to introduce you to one of them."

"No." I blurted out.

Taejoon arched his brow at Lisa's proposal. "Why do you want my wife so badly? If you have so many talented women at your disposal, why do you want her? Do you get off on fucking married women Manoban?"

She shrugged. "I like her."

"Tell me what happened!" Taejoon commanded. "What did you do to my wife?! Tell me right fucking now!"

"I respect your wife too much to exploit her." Lisa said simply.

I discovered a new level of respect for her. A relieved smile stretched across my face.

"I commend you for being respectful to her but this isn't a fucking game. I love her!" Taejoon screamed in exasperation.

Lisa looked over at me with a dreamy gaze in her eyes. "Can I have a moment with her?"

Taejoon shrugged. "You have to ask her."

Lisa looked over at me. "Can we have a moment in private?"

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"I hate to do this to you Roseanne. But if you won't talk to me, I'll have no choice but to speak with Taejoon," Lisa muttered so only I could hear her.

"I hate you," I whispered.

"Your choice," she smirked.

"Fine," I gritted through clenched teeth. "Two minutes."

"Are you sure?" Taejoon asked.

"Yeah. I'll be fine."

Before I had the chance to change my mind, I was alone with Lisa. Drunk off of our vicinity.

"I don't mean this disrespectfully but your husband is completely and utterly insane."

"Please, stop."

"First, he gives me permission to spend a night with you, his wife. Then he leaves me alone with you knowing we slept together."

"Not entirely his fault. He doesn't know what happened. He doesn't know that you're harassing me, or that I've been having dreams about you."

She raised her eyebrow with a smile. "It is his fault Roseanne. He doesn't pay attention to you. I'm not harassing you. I've been trying to talk to you."

"I don't want to talk."

"Did you talk to him about what happened?"

"We talked but we didn't go into details about it. Almost everything I told him was lie." I said, guiltily,

"....so he doesn't have the slightest idea how thoroughly I fucked you? How many times you climax at my expense? How you screamed my name over and over and over again? How your nails dug into my skin so deeply that I bled? How we christened every inch of that hotel room? How I can't think about anything but that night? Or you?"

"Why are you torturing me?"

"...because you haven't responded to my text messages and you ignored my phone calls. Blatantly unaware of the fact that I need you, desperately. I've had to get myself inebriated just to get through the week. Meanwhile, you're pretending like nothing happened!" She shouted. Her temples were throbbing and her fingers were flexing. "I don't like being ignored. I don't like feeling weak and needy. And that's exactly how I feel because of the one woman I can't have whose husband is a neglectful jackass and you're fine with that and it pisses me the fuck off!"

"Lalisa-"

She shut her eyes. "This is the only time I'll warn you. Call me by my first name or last again and I will bend you over my desk, and fuck you so hard, and so fast you won't be able to move until I decide to lift and carry your motionless body out of here."

"Are you threatening me?"

"That's a promise."

"What do you want from me? You're driving me crazy? Your image in my head is driving me crazy!"

"You don't think I feel the same way? The only difference is you go home to him and I lay in my bed alone and think about you."

"Please, stop."

"I can't stop. I can't stop until I'm buried inside of you again."

My heart was palpitating. My palms were sweaty. I stood to my feet and stepped back trying to breathe and think without her vicinity making me feel faint.

Lisa stood up and strolled toward me.  The smirk on her face caused my stomach to dip. She pushed me back into the wall until her pelvis was furiously brushing against me. I gasped sharply. Her teeth clamped down on my lower lip and pulled until I whimpered. She released my lip, shoving her tongue in my mouth. She moved her tongue with mine and sucked like a mad man. A low groan reverberated from her chest to mine making my sex wet.

"W-we can't do this," I breathed with my eyes shut.

"Roseann," she warned spreading my legs apart. "If he comes back in here I won't stop."

I could see in her eyes that she wasn't bluffing. Lisa pulled my panties down my legs. She slid her hand between my thighs dipping her fingers inside my heat until a sharp noise passed my lips.

"I knew you wanted this as much I did."

She locked her lips with mine. She hiked my dress up. I unhooked her belt and shoved her pants down. She pulled my legs even further apart. The head of her pushed passed my opening. I shut my eyes and bit my lip trying hard not to make a sound. Lisa pushed our lips together smothering my moans. She slammed un-apologetically in and out of me over and over again. The sensation was mind-blowing. My thighs quivered as she sank deeper. My legs tightened around her hips. My teeth dug into her neck making her growl.

There was a soft knock at the door. "I'm about to make you come hard and fast. Are you ready?" I nodded.

Lisa squeezed my thighs and shoved inside me redundantly and relentlessly. My mouth opened forming an O shape as a scream threatened to escape. Lisa covered my lips with her own to muffle my moans as she plunged me deeply. I screamed in her mouth, my thighs squeezed her tighter, my arms clung to her body as I climaxed hard.

The climax broke into me furiously, unraveling me, leaving me suspended. Unwanted tears sprang to my eyes and I brushed them away. I hadn't realized that I was biting her lip until I tasted metallic. Lisa placed me on my feet, and I steadied myself against the wall. I crouched down to collect my panties but she snatched them from me.

"What is it?" Lisa asked swinging the door opened.

"Can I have a moment of your time, Ms. Manoban?" A woman's voice asked cautiously.

I couldn't see her face but I was glad it wasn't Taejoon.

"Jiyoon, give me two minutes."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Roseanne I'm going to call you and if you don't pick up your phone I'm coming to get you wherever you are. Is that understood?"

"Fuck you, Lisa!"

I got irrationally angry.
I felt stupid and guilty and dirty.

"You're such a fucking asshole. You walk around here with no accountability, no responsibility, and you think you can jerk me around. I'm not your fucking plaything. Go find another couple stupid enough to fall for your game! Don't call or text me anymore. This, whatever it was is over."