The Man

"How was that?" She grinned, twitching her brows. "She won't be coming back again, will she?"

Seo-Joon who still had his hand covering his mouth shook his head once again. He slowly walked towards Quinn and stopped in front of her.

"You do realize you are risking my credibility and my job, right?"

Quinn placed her glasses back on her head. "Yes, I do. That's my objective."

Seo-Joon scrubbed both hands across his face. "Hon, you know this is—."

"Your passion, I know," Quinn cut him off. "And I was just kidding like I always do."

"And my patients don't know about that—whatever! Come here, you," Seo-Joon groaned and pulled her for a hug. "My wife's being soooo annoying again," he carefully pat her head.

"And that's why you loved me, right?"

"No—aww!" Seo-Joon yelped when Quinn pinched his waist. He took a step back, arms still wrapped around her. "I was just joking, geez!" His lips pooched. "When will you head to the restaurant?"

"Minutes from now?" Quinn replied in askance.

"Make it five."

Quinn's brows rose when Seo-Joon placed his lips against hers. She thought it would only be a quick and light kiss when his lips started moving in a slow, orgasmic manner.

Seo-Joon moved away and looked at her in the eyes, cupping both of her cheeks with his slender fingers. Quinn knew what those looks mean and she started grinning.

"I've been meaning to do this with you before we parted ways earlier, but we didn't have the time," he whispered seductively and she gasped when his right hand slide down her right shoulder, slipping off her coat.

"Hon, what are you doinggg?" Quinn squealed softly, stopping his hand in the middle of her right arm. "One of your patients might catch us like this. It will be too awkward," she batted her eyes a split second faster than usual.

"But I thought you want each of them to know who my beautiful wife is," Seo-Joon bent down and started kissing her neck. "And I want them to know either," he whispered, breathing right on her skin that she had to inhale a lungful of air to stop herself from doing something out of context.

"Stop it," she giggled, carefully pushing him away. "You know we don't do silent sex here, Mr. Oh, and I don't wanna let anyone hear that or they might come after the orgasm you're always giving me. I might turn into a murderer pero, por Dios, sin engaños."

Seo-Joon had only chortled when Quinn made a sign of the cross, looking all innocent.

"Hahaha goodness, hon. You don't have to blurt it out like that, damn! Hahaha."

"Whatever," Quinn pooched her lips out and took a step forward to fix Seo-Joon's white coat. "But, I'm telling you you this; once I see, heard, or even feel something that you are touching another woman other than me, I'd really turn into a vicious monster--"

Quinn cut herself off when Seo-Joon planted a kiss on her lips once again. This time, it was indeed quick. He then held her hands and looked at her closely.

"Hon, I promise you," he started, eyes shifting into her right and left eye. "I might have done foolish things, but I'd never do anything that would shatter your heart. You trust me on that, right?"

Quinn was not able to answer right away. What Seo-Joon said sounded questionable for no particular reason.

It is not the first time he asked her to trust him neither is the first time that he promised her the same thing, but it might be something in his voice that sent chills to her body or the way he looks at her makes her soul turn cold.

"Hon? Are you okay?" Seo-Joon's question snapped her back to reality and she immediately nodded.

"Y-Yes, and of course, I trust you with all my heart."

Seo-Joon smiled. "That's what I wanna hear. Now get going, it's almost time for you to be at work, Mrs. Manager Oh, madam, ma'am. And expect me to be home early today to get myself some of this."

Quinn gasped when Seo-Joon pulled her tops and bra up, and licked her right nipple in a matter of second. He then shove them down as if nothing happened.

"Damn it," she could only whisper coarsely as she could already feel her heart beating a few ticks faster. Seo-Joon sure is teasing her to make things hotter later on.

Before she could even calm herself down, someone had already knocked and entered the office. It's one of Seo-Joon's patients, Miss Enrique.

Quinn's coat is still hanging loose on her shoulders with her tops completely out of of order, showing obvious intense phenomenon.

Miss Enrique only stood at the door quite, surprised. "Uhm... d-did I come too early, doc?" She stuttered and when Quinn realized things, she immediately wore her bitch face and glasses once again.

"You're just in time, darling," she smirked. "We just finished," she turned to look at Seo-Joon who's suppressing his laughter. "I'll see you later at home, honey. Don't forget to buy some wine to spice things up."

After that, she left with a grin plastered on her face.

It was around 7:20 AM when she reached the restaurant, not the one that she owned, but the one she and Christopher Clay Whitlock will meet.

Her eyes immediately saw him as soon as she entered and the moment he saw her, a wide smile plastered on his face.

"It's been a while, Mr. Whitlock," Quinn greeted when she sat down in front of him.

"Yes," Christopher beamed. "You looked prettier every time we meet," his voice went low and soft, just enough for Quinn to hear.

The man only wore a white V-neck shirt, black fitted jeans, and white sneakers, but still looks so expensive--might be because of his cool wolf cut hairstyle, well-formed Autralian physical appearance.

"You never change," Quinn giggled and placed her glasses on the table. Suddenly, their auras changed. "So, what do we have now?"

Christopher pressed his lips together and handed her a white folder which she immediately took and opened in a wide spread.

"Those are the only information I have gathered for the past six months of investigating," he started. "Unfortunately, nothing's leading us to somewhere."

Quinn's lips thinned. She closed the folder and placed it down the table. "It's okay, I haven't even gathered anything either. This person is worse than ghosts. It doesn't leave anything; no footprints, no fingerprints. No—nothing as though we're chasing thin air."

"I'm so sorry. If only I am like Chrishawn, I would have already taken you away from this mess."

Quinn looked up to meet Christopher's welling eyes. "No, it's not your fault," she reached for his hands on top of the table and held them. "And I wouldn't like it if you become like him. Who would be left to look after me?"

Christopher chuckled and placed a hand on top of hers. "I promise. I'll make this fast, so we could be together again and so that I can get to know my brother-in-law and my nephew of course."

"And so that I no longer have to lie," Quinn suspired.

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