Pregnant for the straight CEO-Chapter 112

~Woo Min~

Hana was still staring at her phone like it had personally betrayed her when she suddenly snapped out of it, thumbs flying over the screen again.

"Hold on," she muttered, already hitting call on the front desk number. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

I watched her, propped up on one elbow, sheet barely covering anything, trying not to laugh at how fast her night had gone from post-orgasm glow to full-on disaster mode.

"Yeah, hi," she said when someone picked up, voice all fake-sweet. "That woman in the lobby? Ji-won? Tell her I’m not available right now. Actually, tell her I’m asleep. Or dead. Whatever gets her to leave."

Pause.

Hana’s face tightened. "No, don’t send her up. I don’t want to see her. Thanks."

She hung up, tossed the phone on the nightstand like it burned her, then flopped back down beside me with a groan.

"Done. Crisis averted. Ji-won can go home and cry to her diary or whatever."

I snorted. "You’re cold."

"I’m exhausted," she corrected, rolling over to face me, hand sliding up my chest again. "And I’m not done with you yet."

She kissed me slowly this time, lazy but hungry, tongue teasing mine, body pressing close like she wanted to erase the last five minutes.

I kissed her back, hands in her hair, pulling her on top of me again because why the hell not, we’d earned this.

We were just getting into it, her grinding down slowly, my hands on her ass, both of us breathing hard again when the banging started.

Not knocking.

Banging.

Like someone was trying to break the damn door down.

Hana froze on top of me, eyes wide.

"What the fuck," I muttered.

More banging, louder, and then yelling through the door.

"HANA! OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW!"

Hana went pale as a ghost.

"Anning," she whispered, like saying the name louder would make it worse.

I sat up fast, holding her so she didn’t fall off. "How the hell did she find you?"

"I don’t know!" she hissed, scrambling off me, grabbing the sheet to wrap around herself. "I paid cash... oh shit, the card, maybe she tracked the cab app or... "

Banging again, harder.

"I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE! WITH SOME GIRL! AND OR A MAN! YOU FUCKING LIAR!"

Hana’s mouth dropped open. "How does she.. "

The door rattled like Anning was kicking it now.

Hotel staff voices outside, panicked. "Ma’am, please, you can’t... you need to calm down... we’ll call security.. "

"I DON’T GIVE A SHIT! HANA! OPEN THIS DOOR OR I’LL BREAK IT DOWN!"

Hana looked at me, eyes huge. "What do we do?"

I shrugged, already reaching for my pants on the floor. "Guess we open it before she gets us evicted."

"No!" she grabbed my arm. "She’ll kill me. She’ll kill you. She’ll kill both of us and then burn the hotel down."

I laughed, but I couldn’t help it. "Drama queen."

"This isn’t funny!"

More banging.

"I CAN SMELL YOU!" Anning screamed. "I CAN SMELL THE SEX! OPEN THE DOOR!"

Hana cursed under her breath, stomped over, yanked the door open just enough to peek out, still wrapped in the sheet.

"What the hell, Anning? How did you even... "

Anning shoved the door wide open before Hana could finish, storming in like a tornado, eyes wild, hair messy, face red from yelling.

The staff tried to follow "Ma’am, you can’t... " but Anning snarled something I didn’t catch and they backed off fast, muttering apologies down the hall.

Anning slammed the door shut behind her.

Then she saw Hana.

Really saw her.

Naked except for the sheet, hair fucked up, lips swollen, marks on her neck.

And the scent hit her.

Sex. Sweat. Hana .

Anning froze.

Her eyes went dark, pupils blown wide, nostrils flaring.

Hana took a step back. "Anning, listen. "

Anning didn’t listen.

She grabbed Hana’s face with both hands and kissed her.

Hard.

Not gentle, not sweet, possessive, desperate, tongue shoving in like she was trying to claim every inch of Hana’s mouth.

Hana made a shocked noise, hands flailing for a second before grabbing Anning’s shoulders... not pushing away, just holding on like she didn’t know what else to do.

Anning’s hands slid down fast, yanking the sheet open, grabbing Hana’s tits rough, squeezing hard, thumbs rubbing over nipples like she was punishing them and worshiping them at the same time.

Hana gasped into the kiss, body arching automatic.

I just stood there in my boxers, pants half-on, staring like an idiot.

Because what the fuck.

Anning broke the kiss just enough to growl against Hana’s lips, "You’re mine," then dove back in, one hand sliding down Hana’s stomach, fingers dipping between her legs.

Hana moaned loud, knees buckling a little.

The staff voices faded down the hall, guess they decided this was above their pay grade.

Anning finally pulled back an inch, breathing hard, eyes locked on Hana’s.

"You think you can run off and fuck someone else?" she rasped, voice wrecked. "You think I wouldn’t find you?"

Hana swallowed hard, face flushed, nipples hard from Anning’s hands still on them. "I... I didn’t.. "

"Don’t lie," Anning cut her off, kissing her again, softer this time but still hungry, fingers teasing lower.

Then Anning’s head turned slowly.

Saw me.

Really saw me.

Standing there half-naked, dick obviously hard again because fuck watching them was doing things to me I didn’t want to admit.

Anning’s face twisted.

"You," she hissed, letting go of Hana, grabbing the nearest thing... a hotel lamp.. and hurling it at my head.

I ducked fast, lamp smashing against the wall behind me.

"ANNING!" Hana yelled.

Another thing a remote this time whipped past my ear.

"You fucking asshole!" Anning screamed, grabbing a pillow next, charging at me. "You think you can touch her?!"

I backed up, hands up. "Hey, whoa... she invited me... "

Wrong thing to say.

Anning launched the pillow, then lunged, nails out like she was gonna claw my face off.

Hana grabbed her around the waist, pulling her back. "Stop! Stop it!"

Anning struggled, breathing hard, eyes still on me like she wanted to murder me slowly.

I caught Hana’s eye over Anning’s shoulder.

Mouthed: Keep kissing her.

Hana blinked, confused.

I nodded toward Anning, made a kissing motion with my hands.

Hana’s eyes widened.

Then narrowed.

She turned Anning around fast, cupped her face, kissed her deeply.

Anning made a surprised noise, hands fisting Hana’s sheet, but then melted into it, kissing back hard, possessive again.

Hana pushed her toward the bed, kissing nonstop, hands in Anning’s hair, down her back, pulling her close.

Anning groaned into her mouth, hands grabbing Hana’s ass now, sheet falling completely.

They stumbled onto the bed, Anning on top, kissing down Hana’s neck, biting hard, marking over my marks.

Hana’s eyes flicked to me, wide and panicked and turned on all at once.

I stood there, frozen, dick throbbing in my boxers because : God help me, watching Anning claim Hana like that, rough and desperate and jealous, was the hottest thing I’d seen in years.

Anning’s hand slid between Hana’s legs again, fingers pushing in easy because Hana was still wet from me.

Hana moaned loud, back arching, eyes locked on mine.

Anning didn’t notice, too busy sucking marks on Hana’s chest, growling "mine" over and over.

I couldn’t move.

Couldn’t look away.

My hand slipped down on its own, palm pressing hard against the front of my boxers because the ache was killing me watching them like this had me throbbing, leaking, brain short-circuiting.

Hana’s eyes snapped to the movement. She bit her lip hard, eyes glazing over, and silently mouthed, clear as day: Don’t stop.

Anning’s head was buried lower now, mouth trailing wet kisses down Hana’s stomach, hands shoving her thighs apart rough and greedy, completely oblivious.

Hana’s gaze stayed locked on me, fluttering only when Anning’s tongue flicked out and dragged slowly between her legs. She cried out sharp, back arching off the bed, one hand twisting the sheets, the other reaching toward me like she needed me closer, needed me to see every second.

Anning didn’t notice, too busy growling little possessive sounds against Hana’s skin, tongue working deeper, fingers digging into thighs hard enough to bruise.

I stepped closer without thinking, hand rubbing harder through the fabric, breath coming ragged and loud in the quiet room.

This was fucked up on every level Anning had been ready to murder me five minutes ago, and now she was eating out the girl I’d just fucked, marking her like she owned her, while Hana stared straight at me and basically begged me to keep going.

Insane.

Completely insane.

But I couldn’t look away.

Couldn’t stop touching myself.

Hana’s hips bucked again when Anning hit the right spot, her mouth falling open on a silent gasp, eyes still on me, dark and desperate and daring me to come closer.

Anning’s mouth moved lower, relentless, sucking and licking like she was trying to erase every trace of me.

Hana’s free hand clawed the air toward me again.

I took another step.

The night had already gone completely off the rails.

And honestly?

I didn’t want it to end.

Not even a little.