Pregnant for the straight CEO-Chapter 111

~Woo min~

The phone kept buzzing in her pocket like it was possessed, Anning’s name flashing over and over, probably a mix of panicked texts and voice notes that would make anyone want to hurl the thing into traffic.

Hana stared at the screen, jaw tight, thumb hovering like she was debating whether to block the number or just smash the phone against the nearest bench.

"Fuck it," she muttered, killing the call again and shoving it back in her coat. "I’m not doing this tonight. Not answering, not explaining, not listening to another lecture about how I’m the worst person alive because I dared to breathe without permission."

I raised an eyebrow, still sitting on the swing, legs spread from where she’d been standing between them a minute ago. "So what’s the plan, genius? Sit here freezing our asses off until we both catch pneumonia?"

She laughed, sharp and pissed off. "No. Fuck that." She yanked her phone out again, thumbs flying over the screen so fast I could barely keep up. "I’m getting out of here. Booking a cab. And a hotel room. Somewhere Anning can’t find me and whine in my face for five goddamn minutes."

"Classy. Running away to a fancy hotel. You’re gonna order room service and cry into a pillow too?"

"Shut up." She shot me a glare, but there was a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. "At least the pillow won’t accuse me of cheating every time I blink. And yeah, maybe I’ll order champagne and charge it to the card Anning’s always bitching about me not using." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

The app dinged. Cab in three minutes. She pocketed the phone and looked at me, eyes still dark from everything the fight, the cold, the almost-hookup we’d both backed off from like cowards.

"You coming or what?" she asked, voice low, challenging.

I stood up slowly , rut still pounding in my blood, making everything feel too hot even in the freezing air. "To watch you throw a tantrum in a hotel room? Tempting."

"Not to watch, idiot." She stepped closer, grabbed the front of my jacket, yanked me in until our noses almost touched. "To finish what we started. No interruptions. No phones. Just you, me, and a bed that doesn’t have Anning’s drama all over it."

My hands found her waist without thinking. "You’re serious."

"Dead serious." She kissed me quick and dirty, teeth scraping my lip. "Get in the cab with me or stay here jerking off to your rut alone. Your choice."

I groaned. "You’re a menace."

"Yeah, and you’re hard as a rock again. Let’s go."

The cab pulled up right then, some bored driver who barely glanced at us as we piled into the back seat. Hana rattled off the hotel name, some mid-range place downtown, nothing fancy but clean and anonymous and then slid across the seat until her thigh was pressed against mine.

The second the door shut, her hand was on my leg, sliding up slowly, teasing. "Don’t get us kicked out before we even get there," I muttered, but I didn’t stop her.

"Why not? Could be fun." She leaned in, mouth against my ear. "The driver probably wouldn’t even notice."

He definitely would, but fuck if I cared. I turned my head, caught her lips, and we were making out again like we hadn’t just stopped ten minutes ago. Harder this time, no holding back. Her tongue in my mouth, my hand up under her shirt, thumb brushing the edge of her bra.

She moaned quietly, shifted to straddle my lap right there in the backseat, the coat falling open. The driver cleared his throat loud, but Hana just laughed into the kiss and ground down harder.

"Hotel’s ten minutes away," she whispered against my lips. "Think we can make it?"

"Barely."

"Okay ."

The whole ride was torture. Hands everywhere, mouths barely separating, her rocking against me slow enough the driver wouldn’t call the cops but fast enough I was losing my mind. I bit her neck, sucked hard enough she’d have a mark tomorrow, and she gasped my name like a curse.

"Almost there," she panted when the cab slowed. She slid off me, fixed her coat, and threw cash at the driver without waiting for change. We stumbled out into the lobby, her pulling me by the hand toward the front desk.

She booked the room like it was nothing, name, cash deposit, didn’t even blink. The clerk handed over the keycard with that bored look people get at 3 a.m., and then we were in the elevator, the door barely closed before she was on me again.

Back against the wall, her legs wrapped around my waist, my hands under her ass holding her up. Kissing sloppy, desperately rate, teeth clacking. The elevator dinged too soon and we almost fell out into the hallway, laughing like idiots as we fumbled toward the room.

The door slammed behind us. Didn’t even turn on the light. Just coats hitting the floor, shoes kicked off, her pushing me toward the bed until my knees hit the edge and I sat down hard.

She straddled me again, yanking my shirt over my head, nails scraping down my chest. "God, I’ve missed this," she said, voice rough. "Missed someone who doesn’t make me feel like shit for wanting it."

I flipped us, pinned her under me, kissed down her neck while my hands worked her jeans open. "Then stop talking and let me give it to you."

She laughed, breathless. "Bossy as always . I like it."

Clothes went fast after that.

I slid inside her in one thrust and she gasped loud, nails digging into my back hard enough to leave marks.

We moved hard and fast, bed creaking, headboard banging the wall probably loud enough the neighbors would complain. I didn’t care. She met every thrust, hips rolling up, mouth against my shoulder biting down when she got close.

"Harder," she demanded, voice breaking. "Don’t you dare go easy on me."

So I didn’t. Pounded into her until she was shaking, cuming with a choked sound and my name on her lips like a prayer and a curse at the same time.

I followed right after, but finally getting what it wanted, burying my face in her neck and groaning as I came harder than I had in months.

We lay there panting after, tangled and sweaty, her fingers in my hair, my weight half on her because neither of us could move.

"Jesus," she muttered after a minute. "That was..."

"Yeah," I agreed. No need for more words.

She laughed quietly, chest still heaving. "Anning’s gonna lose their shit if they ever find out."

"Let them." I rolled off her, pulled her against my side. "Not our problem tonight."

She hummed, content for once, tracing lazy circles on my chest. "You’re a terrible influence."

"Takes one to know one."

We dozed off like that, tangled up and finally not pissed at the world for five minutes.

Phone buzzed on the nightstand, hers, not mine. She groaned, reached for it blind, squinted at the screen.

Text from the front desk: "Ma’am, there’s a woman here in the lobby asking to see you. Says it’s urgent. Name is Ji-won."

Hana froze.

I opened my eyes, saw her face go pale in the dim light from the curtains.

"Shit," she whispered.

I propped up on one elbow, staring at Hana as she sat there frozen, sheet pulled up like it could shield her from whatever bomb was waiting downstairs.

"Who the hell is Ji-won?" I asked, already knowing this was gonna be a shitshow.

She didn’t look at me right away. Just stared at the phone in her hand like it was about to explode. "The girl I’ve been seeing," she finally muttered. "The one Anning’s convinced I’m cheating with every damn day."

I barked out a laugh before I could stop myself. "Of course. Because tonight wasn’t already a complete circus."

Hana dropped her head into her hands, fingers digging into her hair. "Fuck my life."

"Seriously?" I said, sitting up now too. "The side chick is downstairs? Right now? At... " I glanced at the clock on the nightstand... "three-thirty in the morning?"

"Apparently." Her voice was flat, but I could hear the panic creeping in. "What the hell is she even doing here?"

"Probably the same thing we’re doing," I said, grinning despite everything. "Looking for a dramatic midnight showdown."

She shot me a death glare. "This isn’t funny, Woo Min."

"It’s a little funny." I flopped back on the pillow. "You ran away from your jealous partner to bang your old hookup, and now the girl you’re actually into tracks you down like a bloodhound. It’s like a bad drama."

Hana groaned loud, dramatic, the sound muffled by her hands. "I’m never having sex again. Ever. This is the universe punishing me."

"Pretty harsh punishment," I said. "Could’ve just given you food poisoning."

She grabbed a pillow and smacked me with it. Hard. "Shut up."

I laughed, rubbing my face. "So what now? You gonna go down there and explain why you’re naked in a hotel room with me?"

She went quiet. Real quiet.

"Fuck," she whispered again. "Fuck my entire life."