Pregnant for the straight CEO-Chapter 100

~Woo Min ~

I sat there in that chair like a dog waiting for a treat, hands clamped on my knees so tight my knuckles hurt, staring at Junho like if I looked hard enough he’d just magically end up on my lap. He was leaning against the dresser, arms crossed, smirking down at me like he owned the fucking room. Which, let’s be real, he kind of did right now because I was the one shaking and sweating and paying for every second of this torture.

"You gonna keep sitting there looking like you’re about to explode, or are we actually gonna do something tonight?" he said, voice all lazy and mocking. "Because I’m getting bored, and bored Junho walks out with the money anyway."

I swallowed hard, tried to keep my voice steady even though it came out rough as hell. "Watch your mouth. I paid good money for you."

He barked out a laugh, head tipping back. "Oh wow, big scary alpha. You paid for my time, not my personality. The attitude’s free, doc. Deal with it."

My jaw clenched. The rut was screaming at me to grab him, pin him down, shut that smart mouth up the best way I knew how, but I’d already fucked up once tonight and he hadn’t bolted yet. I wasn’t pushing my luck again. Not yet.

"Fine," I said. "Name your price for the whole night. All of it. Whatever you want."

His eyebrows shot up, that smirk getting wider. "Whole night? Damn, you really are desperate." He pushed off the dresser, walked closer but stopped just out of reach, hands in his pockets. "Ten grand. Right now. And I still get to say no whenever I feel like it."

I didn’t even blink. Pulled my phone out, opened the app, transferred it before he finished talking. The little confirmation ping sounded loud in the quiet room.

He checked his phone, eyes going wide for half a second before he locked it down again. "Holy shit, you actually did it."

"I don’t play games," I said. "You’re mine until morning now. No walking out."

He snorted. "Trying to buy me like a fucking escort? That’s cute." But his cheeks were a little pink and he shifted his weight, thighs rubbing together just enough that I noticed.

I leaned forward in the chair, elbows on my knees. "I’m buying whatever I want tonight. So talk. Rules. Now."

He rolled his eyes so hard I heard it. "Bossy already. Okay, fine. Rule one: no kissing my mouth until I say so. Rule two: hands start over clothes. Rule three: I tell you when and how hard. Rule four: safe word is ’red.’ I say it, everything stops, I still keep every cent. Got it?"

I nodded once, slow. "You’ll get everything you want. But when I do touch you, you don’t fake shit. I want to hear you moan."

He flipped me off with both hands and a grin. "Oh don’t worry, I’m loud when it’s good. Question is whether you can make it good."

My dick throbbed so hard I had to shift in the seat. "Get over here."

"Not yet." He grabbed the hem of his hoodie, pulled it over his head in one slow move, tossed it on the bed. Underneath he had this tight white tank that clung to everything narrow waist, flat stomach, nipples already hard from the cold or maybe from me staring like an idiot. "Like what you see, rich boy?"

"Take the tank off too."

He laughed. "Greedy. Make it fifteen."

I sent another five grand without looking away from him.

He checked his phone again, muttered "Jesus fucking Christ" under his breath, then peeled the tank off and dropped it. Stood there shirtless, skin flushed, looking at me like he dared me to lose control.

"Turn around," I said.

He rolled his eyes again but did it, slow, showing off the line of his back, the way his jeans sat low on his hips, that perfect ass I’d grabbed earlier and still wanted to bruise.

I stood up, stepped close enough that he could feel the heat coming off me. "Touch me," he said, voice lower now, almost challenging. "Just hands. Over the jeans. No grinding yet."

I put my hands on his hips, thumbs digging into the skin just above the waistband, pulled him back hard against my chest so he could feel exactly how fucked up I was. He gasped, back arching for a second before he caught himself.

"Feel that?" I growled right in his ear. "That’s all you."

He pushed his ass back once, deliberate, teasing. "Poor baby. Must suck to want something this bad."

I slid one hand up his chest, fingers spreading wide, thumb brushing over a nipple hard enough to make him jerk. "Fuck hey," he snapped, but it came out breathy.

"You said harder," I reminded him.

"Yeah, well, warn a guy." He twisted a little, elbowed me lightly. "Hands lower and I’m kicking you in the balls, I don’t often fuck with men. "

I laughed, short and rough. "Noted."

He stepped forward out of my grip suddenly, turned around to face me, cheeks red, breathing fast. "Okay, enough. I’m starving and you look like you haven’t eaten in days. Order food. Something good. Lobster or whatever rich people eat."

I grabbed the room service menu, didn’t even look at prices, ordered half the damn thing steak, lobster, pasta, desserts, two bottles of wine. Hung up and tossed the phone on the bed.

He flopped down on his back, arms above his head, still shirtless, watching me. "You always throw money at problems?"

"Works most of the time."

"Bet. But it didn’t work on Yu Jin though." He smirked. "Bet you’ve never asked to pay Yu Jin though. "

I rubbed my face. "No. And you’re beginning to piss me off. Your broke ass couldn’t keep him too."

"Fair enough."

I sat on the edge of the bed, close but not touching. "You’re enjoying this way too much."

"Duh. You’re paying me stupid money to stand here half-naked and watch you squirm. This is the best night I’ve had in months."

I looked at him, really looked sharp cheekbones, full lips still swollen from earlier, eyes bright with that mix of sarcasm and something hungrier. "Your group’s really done?"

He shrugged, looked away. "Yeah. Company ghosted us. Last comeback tanked. I’ve been eating instant ramen for dinner and hoping the water bill doesn’t bounce. So yeah, tonight’s nice."

Something twisted in my chest that wasn’t just rut. "I meant it about helping. I know people. Managers, producers.. "

He cut me off with a bitter laugh. "Don’t. Don’t do the pity thing. I’m not here for a savior, I’m here because you’re paying me rent for the next six months."

"I’m not pitying you," I said. "I’m offering. Take it or leave it."

He stared at me for a long second, then rolled onto his side facing me. "We’ll see. First let’s see if you can actually make me come without pissing me off again."

I leaned in closer. "Challenge accepted."

Food came twenty minutes later. He threw on the hoodie again but left it unzipped, flashing skin every time he moved. We sat at the little table, him attacking the lobster like he really hadn’t eaten properly in weeks, sauce on his fingers, licking it off slow while staring right at me.

I barely touched my steak. Couldn’t stop watching his mouth.

"You’re staring again," he said around a bite.

"Can’t help it."

"Creep."

"Your fault for being hot."

He snorted. "Smooth." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

I pushed my plate toward him. "Eat mine too if you want."

He didn’t even pretend to say no, just pulled it over and kept going. I watched him the whole time, knot aching, brain stuck on how he’d look with my hands in his hair later.

When he finally pushed back, full and lazy, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Okay. I’m less hangry now. You can touch me again."

I stood up fast enough the chair scraped. "Bed. Now."

He laughed but got up, walked backward toward it, crooking a finger. "So demanding. Come earn your fifteen grand, doctor."

I followed him, hands already reaching, heart slamming against my ribs. He flopped onto the bed on his back, arms out, hoodie open, jeans still on.

"Start slow," he said, but his voice wasn’t as sharp anymore. "And if you grab my ass again without asking, I’m charging extra."

I crawled over him, knees on either side of his hips, hands planted by his head. I haven’t touched it yet. Just hovered, breathing him in.

He looked up at me, eyes half-lidded. "You gonna do something or just breathe on me all night?"

"Shut up," I muttered, and lowered myself enough that my chest brushed his. He sucked in a breath.

"Better," he whispered.

I slid one hand into his hair, gripped just hard enough to tilt his head back. "You talk too much."

"Yeah? Make me stop then."

I almost kissed him right there, almost broke his stupid rule, but I held back, moved to his neck instead, sucked hard at the spot I’d marked earlier. He arched up with a curse, hands flying to my shoulders, nails digging in.