Pregnant for the straight CEO-Chapter 110

~Woo min~

I couldn’t stay in that apartment another second. My rut was clawing at my insides like it wanted to rip me open, and every breath I took was full of Junho’s heat, and those two assholes on my couch pretending they weren’t the reason my life was fucked all over again. Park Min’s word. His fucking word. Like that meant shit after everything.

I grabbed my keys, shoved my feet into sneakers, and slammed the door hard enough the walls shook. Didn’t care if I woke anybody. Let them deal with it. I needed air that didn’t smell like betrayal and desperation.

The streets were dead quiet, middle of the night turning into early morning, cold enough my breath puffed out white. I walked fast, hands jammed in my pockets, rut making my skin burn even in the freeze. Ended up at the park a few blocks over, the one with the shitty old swing set nobody uses anymore because the chains creak like they’re about to snap.

I dropped onto a swing, the seat cold through my jeans, and just sat there kicking at the gravel. My head was a mess. Junho curled up with that kid, looking so damn peaceful, and me out here like an idiot because I couldn’t handle being ten feet from Park Min without wanting to put my fist through his face.

"Wow. You look like someone pissed in your cornflakes and then set the bowl on fire."

I looked up. Hana was standing there, hands in her coat pockets, hair messy like she’d been pulling at it. She had that half-smirk going, the one that said she was pissed but trying not to show how bad.

"Funny. It’s really funny. What the hell are you doing out here?"

"Same as you, probably. Trying not to commit murder." She plopped onto the swing next to me, pushed off with her boots. "Anning and I had another fight. Big one this time."

I snorted. "Shocker."

"Don’t start. I’m serious." She kicked harder, swing chains squeaking. "We were good for a while, you know? Like actually good. Then I started seeing this girl.... Ji-won, the one from that coffee shop near work and suddenly Anning’s convinced I’m cheating every time I breathe in someone else’s direction."

I rolled my eyes. "Sounds about right. Anning’s always been the jealous type. And did I skip a Chapter, lots gone on with you both I know nothing of. Since when did you even like ABO girls, you know what never mind. " 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Yeah, but this is next level. Like, I told them straight up I’m bi, I like girls, I like guys, sometimes I like both at the same time, deal with it. But nooo, every time I’m out with Ji-won, Anning’s blowing up my phone. Where are you, who are you with, why didn’t you text back in three seconds." She dragged her feet to stop the swing, turned to face me. "I haven’t cheated once. Not fucking once. But they act like I’m out here sucking dick behind every dumpster."

I barked a laugh. Couldn’t help it. "Classy image."

"Shut up. You know what I mean." She shoved my arm. "And the worst part? I get it, okay? I’m trying this girl thing for the first time, really trying, and yeah, sometimes I miss dick. Like bad. Like I’m jonesing for it, straight up fiending like an addict going cold turkey. But I told Anning that, I was honest, and they just... flipped. Said I was selfish for even thinking about it."

"Selfish," I muttered. "Rich coming from Anning."

"Right? They’re so wrapped up in their own insecurities they can’t even see I’m trying here. Trying to adjust, trying to make it work." She sighed hard, breath fogging. "Whatever. Your turn. Why are you out here looking like you want to bite someone’s head off? Literally."

I gripped the swing chains tighter. "Park Min and Yu Jin are sleeping in my house."

Hana’s swing stopped dead. "Wait. What? In your apartment? With Junho?"

"Yeah." I kicked the ground hard enough that gravel flew. "Rin wore off or some shit, kid went into heat or whatever the fuck five-year-old enigmas do, and Junho calmed him down. Wouldn’t let go. So they stayed. Park Min gave me his word that they wouldn’t touch my omega."

She stared at me. Then started laughing. Not nice laughing. The bitter kind.

"Oh my goodness . That’s perfect. That’s so fucking perfect."

"Glad you’re amused."

"I’m not. I’m furious." She leaned forward, elbows on her knees. "Park Min is such a selfish prick. Always has been. Remember when he just vanished on me like it was nothing?"

"Don’t remind me."

"And Yu Jin... don’t get me started. Acts all soft and sweet but lets Park Min walk all over everyone. They’re both assholes. Self-centered, dramatic, think the world owes them because they’re enigmas or whatever."

"Preach."

She kept going, voice getting sharper. "Like, poor them, their kid’s in danger, boo hoo. Meanwhile they’re crashing in your place, with your mate in heat, and you’re out here freezing your balls off because you can’t even trust yourself in your own home."

"Exactly." My rut surged just thinking about it, hot and angry. "I want to kill him. I really do."

"Then why don’t you?"

"Because the kid." I rubbed my face. "Rin’s just a baby. Scared shitless. And Junho... fuck, Hana, you should’ve seen him holding Rin. Like he was born for it."

She went quiet for a second. Then: "That’s fucked up."

"Yeah."

We sat there swinging slowly, chains creaking. Cold bit at my ears but I barely felt it over the rut burn.

Hana bumped her swing into mine. "You know what we need?"

"What?"

"To stop letting these assholes ruin our nights." She grinned, sharp and sudden. "We’re both pissed. Both horny as hell.... you from rut, me from... everything. Why sit here suffering?"

I side-eyed her. "Hana."

"What? Don’t act like we haven’t before." She leaned closer, voice dropping. "Remember that time after the club??"

"That was months ago."

"And it was fun." Her hand landed on my thigh, warm through my jeans. "Come on, Woo Min. We’re both miserable. Let’s make each other feel better. Just for tonight."

Her fingers squeezed and fuck, my rut answered before my brain could. Blood rushed south so fast I groaned.

"You’re evil."

"I know ." She slid off her swing, stood in front of me, hands on my knees pushing them apart so she could step between. "No strings. Just two pissed off friends helping each other out."

I looked up at her. Eyes bright, cheeks flushed from cold and anger and want. She was pretty when she was mad. Always had been.

"Fuck it," I muttered, and yanked her down by her coat.

Our mouths crashed together hard, no soft bullshit, just teeth and tongue and all the frustration we’d both been carrying. She tasted like mint gum and the whiskey she’d probably been drinking earlier. Her hands went straight into my hair, pulling just enough to sting, and I growled into her mouth.

She laughed against my lips. "There he is. Angry alpha."

"Shut up." I bit her bottom lip, hard enough she gasped. My hands slid under her coat, gripping her waist, pulling her closer until she was pretty much straddling me on the swing.

We made out like teenagers, messy and desperate, hands roaming everywhere. She ground down on my lap and I thrust up without thinking, rut making me stupid. She moaned into my mouth, fingers digging into my shoulders.

"God, I’ve missed this," she panted, breaking to kiss down my neck. "Missed dick that doesn’t come with a side of paranoia."

I laughed, rough. "Yeah? Anning not delivering?"

"They’re too busy interrogating me to fuck me properly." She nipped my earlobe. "You, though you always knew what you were doing."

"Flattery will get you everywhere."

Her hand slid down between us, palming me through my jeans, and I bucked hard enough the swing creaked dangerously.

"Fuck, Hana... "

"Shh. No talking." She kissed me again, slower this time, dirty and deep, tongue fucking my mouth like a promise.

I was lost in it. Rut roaring, anger turning into pure need. My hands went under her shirt, skin hot against the cold air, and she arched into me, nipples hard through her bra.

We were both breathing hard, grinding like we couldn’t stop, getting wet I could smell her, sharp and sweet under the cold and it hit me how bad I wanted inside her. Right here. Didn’t care if someone saw.

She pulled back just enough to look at me, lips swollen, eyes dark. "Your place or mine?"

"Mine’s full of assholes."

She laughed. "Then mine."

But then her phone buzzed in her pocket. Loud. Insistent.

We both froze.

She groaned. "Ignore it."

It buzzed again. And again.

"Fuck." She fished it out, glanced at the screen, and her face twisted. "Anning."

Of course.

She answered, voice suddenly sharp. "What?"

I could hear Anning on the other end, voice high and panicked. Something about where are you, why aren’t you home, I thought something happened....

Hana closed her eyes. "I’m fine. I’m out. We’ll talk tomorrow."

More yelling. Something about Ji-won. About trust.

Hana’s jaw clenched. "You know what, Anning? I’m done talking tonight. I’m done explaining myself. You want to accuse me of shit, do it when I’m not trying to breathe for five fucking seconds."

She hung up.

Stared at the phone like she wanted to throw it.

Then looked at me.

And just like that, the heat between us shifted. Still there, burning hot, but now mixed with memories. Old fights. Old nights. Times when we’d done this exact thing hooked up when we were mad at other people, then pretended it didn’t mean anything.

Her hand was still on my chest. Mine on her hip.

We were both breathing hard.

She leaned in slow, kissed me softly this time. Not rushed. Not angry.

Just... something else.

I kissed her back, and it felt different. Deeper. Like we were falling into something we both knew we shouldn’t.

Her phone buzzed again.