Writer's POV
South Korea.
The wails of a little baby echoed in the whole room, wheezing through the ears of the person inside.
Litters of dirty wipes, papers and some clothes were on the wooden floor, a deep stench of a stinking smell mixed with the soft smell of baby oil.
"Tut Tut Tut" Do Hana's lips went round as she flashed a smile at her baby, who was placed on the king-size bed. The baby continued to let out little cries, shaking her head. Do Hana sighed wryly before carrying the baby in her hands, giving her little pats on the back.
Do Hana's had her brown hair packed up in a messy bun, bare face filled with worries, tight-lipped.
She peered at the wall clock tapping her feet anxiously on the floor. Seeing that the baby had stopped crying, she stealthily moved to the brown couch and sat.
Do Hana's ear perk up at the blares of a car, she stood up immediately rushing towards the window.
Jong Suk was back!
She quietly lay down her baby in the baby's cot, and began to pick up the trash on the floor.
Jong Suk had not been home for two days now and Do Hana had been home alone. She just recovered from just giving birth to her child due to how she fell sick immediately after she gave birth.
Since the day her daughter was born, Jong Suk had been acting strange for some unknown reason. Hana couldn't figure out why though.
The moment she stashed away the trash, the door of the room creaked open, Jong Suk's figure appearing.
"J-Love!" Hana voiced happily with a hint of nervousness, Jong Suk palm went to his nose immediately. A deep frown etched on his face, he said "what the heck is this smell?"
Hana sniffed the air as she looked around, "there's no smell..." Her gaze stuck on her husband. "Are your olfactory lobes not functioning well?!" Jong Suk almost yelled, but he cautioned himself. He was instructed by the doctor not to stress her, but she always does what would upset him every time! The whole room smelled like shit!
"I'll fix it now", Do Hana's legs were trembling as scurried off to the dressing table. She took and used one of her perfumes to make the room smell better. Jong Suk hissed before walking straight to the closet, he took off his shoes kicking it towards Hana who picked and dropped it on the wooden shoe rack. "I'm hiring a new secretary" Jong Suk blurted out, removing his cufflinks.
"Again?!" Hana exclaimed, this was the third time he had fired his secretary. What was the problem with Jong Suk?
"Yes, Chae Ri is too childish and clumsy and I need someone who has his feet on the ground! When will you come back to work? I need you" he said solemnly. "It's just a month since I have given birth! Can't you pity me?" Hana uttered in a strained voice. "You haven't been home for two days now and the first thing to tell me is to come to work?! You didn't ask if I was okay, or the baby! Are you even human Jong Suk?!" She was yelling on top of her lungs, this was so unfair!
Do Hana had been by herself since she came back from the hospital, no one was here to help with the baby, not even Jong Suk's mother! And it was exhausting!
"There's a problem at work Hana!"
Jong Suk threaded a hand through his hair, displeasure and worries written all over his face. Hana's heart sped up fearfully, "what's the problem?"
Jong Suk took a seat on the bed, disapproval crossing his face when he spotted the baby cot.
"I still can't find out the source of the problem."
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The United States
"President Darren"
"President Darren!"
"President Darren!"
He lifted his head up from the desk, a pile of paperwork on it, his brows snapped together at the annoying voice which woke him up. Darren rubbed his temples, "what?" He questioned, his voice on edge.
His secretary, Natalie Nolan pursed her lips before speaking, "Mr Craig asked to see you", she said crisply.
Mr Craig, Alexander's father was here to apologise for the mistake his son made. That wasn't the primary reason he came to see Darren though, there was a flop in his business and Mr Craig knew it was Daniel's handywork. He however doesn't have access to Daniel, because Daniel only works in the mafia. Mr Craig had no choice but to come to D'connell Empire to meet Darren.
Darren's eyes dimmed in contemplation before taking a sip of his coffee, but almost spit it out due to how cold it was, his face turning grim.
"Get me another cup"
He ordered, Natalie nodded her head before picking up the cup of coffee on Darren's desk. Turning to leave, she heard Darren's voiced, "I'm leaving for Las Vegas, take care of Mr Craig"
Darren brushed past Natalie as he marched towards the door, and out of the office. Natalie Nolan had a confused expression on, the President was leaving without her? Why was he going to Las Vegas in broad daylight?
*
"You look tense and dehydrated"
Darren heard Layla's sweet voice as she entered the dark themed room, the sound of her heels irritating him.
His two hands were tucked firmly in his pocket, gazing at the painting on the wall.
"You were drinking" Layla uttered, taking the whiskey bottle, pouring it in the glass cup, eyes gleaming with lust as she gave Darren a once over.
Darren just standing there was a temptation, even with his shirt on his muscles are so defined that she wants to run her hands all over him.
Layla had wanted Darren since she knew him, Darren D'connell is VIP⅛, but he had never touched her which made her want him the more. She had tried to seduce him using so many ways including Art of Seduction! But it was as if she was invisible to him! It was so frustrating!
Layla's gaze turned hot and hungry as she gulped some amount of whiskey, making her body heat up the more. She walked slowly towards Darren, placing a finger on his shoulder.
Darren's attention was on the piece of painting on the wall, he had no reaction as Layla snaked her hands all over his arms. "Want me to help you release stress? Don't you crave some action?" Layla said sultrily, and sweeps her hair over her shoulder, intentionally revealing her smooth neck.
Darren's gaze darted to her smooth white neck, down to her white opened breasts. She had a petite silky dress on with pearl straps, looking tantalizing as fuck but he wasn't a bit interested in anything under the skirt right now.
"Where's Paige?"
Layla face dulled in disappointment as Darren ignores her and walks towards the table, his Adam apple bobbing as he drinks directly from the whiskey bottle. "Why? You came for her?" Jealousy flickered in Layla's eyes, wondering why Darren was getting himself involved in the affairs of Paige. She isn't the first female to join the mafia!
"I need a massage"
Darren declared in a thick voice, strutting over to stand in front of the painting again. Layla narrowed her eyes as she said, "if I get you, you want Paige to give you a massage?!"
"You want me to repeat myself? Bring her to me right now"
Layla pressed her lips together in displeasure, "I can massage ya know, I'mma master in that" she explained chuckling dryly.
"It's part of the test for Paige! Or do you think I don't know you've been using her for your selfish pursuit too?" Darren's face darkened as he scoffed. Layla couldn't mask the shock on her face, nothing could go without getting to him! She wondered if he had spies in her clubhouse!
"I'll bring her then..." She agreed uneasily, marching out of the room in what seemed like anger.
Darren's gaze flickered with indecipherable emotions, staring at the painting of the seductive back of a naked woman.