Chapter 111
I thought that even Mitchell wouldn’t be so crazy as to not know what he did wrong.
Or so I thought.
But now it seems that’s not the case. He was interrogating me as if I was the one who stole a look, even though he had sent messages pretending to be me using my phone.
“Yeah. I looked at my phone that you hid.”
I honestly confessed, wanting to see this person look even slightly flustered.
I wasn’t angry that Mitchell had contacted Thompson on his own, I was curious about how Mitchell would react. I wanted to hear even a flimsy excuse, but…
“Why did you look at it?”
As expected, the shameless bastard.
“Who told you to look?”
Is it unreasonable that I can’t even look at my own phone?
Is this even a country?
Ah, I’m in America now, right?
Suppressing my feelings of injustice, I stood at attention and lowered my eyes. Although my protruding lips were a slight flaw, I still tried to take on a repentant posture.
“I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry for looking at my phone without your permission.”
I sarcastically apologized halfheartedly, but he prodded me again.
“I’m glad you realize you did something wrong.”
Did he take my sarcasm as a genuine apology? I was dumbfounded. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
“Yeah, right. Only an idiot would do that.”
“You’re smart. It’s usually difficult for people to recognize and understand their own mistakes. That’s also a matter of intelligence, you know.”
So this is how he’s going to play it? Mitchell seemed to be deliberately ignoring my sarcasm.
“Thanks. You’re really a ‘shiballeom’.”
In the end, my mouth moved on its own, unable to contain my dissatisfaction.
“…That sounds a bit strange. Is it just my imagination?”
“It’s your imagination. It’s a good word.”
Then Mitchell said to me in fluent pronunciation:
“Shiballeom.”
“……”
“You said it was a good word.”
When will I ever be able to win a war of words with Mitchell? Since I was the one who was upset, I felt like crying a little.
***
Brandon furrowed his brow at his secretary’s report. He even asked again upon hearing an unexpected name.
The secretary repeated the same name as if it were obvious, and Brandon tapped his fingers on the desk.
“Mitchell doesn’t know?”
“We haven’t reported it to him yet.”
He debated whether to tell Mitchell this fact or not. It was obvious how Mitchell would react if he found out.
It was fine if he caused a commotion, but Brandon preferred to handle things cleanly if possible. For that, a definitive conclusion was needed.
“I’ll tell him.”
In this process, Brandon would be a reliable helper.
“Understood.”
“Ah, it’s today, right? The day Director Angelio’s son is discharged from the hospital.”
“Yes. After completing discharge procedures around 11 AM today, he’s recuperating at home.”
“Make sure to take care of the outpatient treatment costs too. Mitchell hates when things are left unfinished.”
“Of course. I’ll handle it thoroughly.”
Director Angelio had been willing to film a movie he didn’t want to in order to cover his son’s surgery costs. But Mitchell had covered the entire cost of the surgery, removing Director Angelio from the film.
There was only one reason. It was because of Geon-woo, who was disheartened by the fall of a director he respected. Mitchell spent a huge sum of money just to avoid hurting Geon-woo’s feelings.
It wasn’t like Geon-woo was suffering terribly or agonizing intensely. Mitchell had generously spent a fortune just for the small reason that Geon-woo felt uncomfortable.
Brandon muttered with a disgusted expression.
“He’s completely lost it over that Korean guy.”
“…I agree.”
“Have you ever seen Mitchell like this before?”
“No. This is the first time.”
Gordon shook his head lightly. Having worked by Brandon’s side since Mitchell was very young, Gordon was practically part of the Seimon owner’s family. He often treated Mitchell, who was younger than him, like a younger brother. Having spent so many years together, Gordon knew exactly what kind of person Mitchell was. Seeing Gordon’s unfamiliar reaction, Brandon narrowed his brow and said,
“Right? I’m surprised too. I thought he was someone who didn’t know about love or romance.”
“He used to say love was just emotional play.”
“To think that guy would completely overturn a movie because of one man.”
“Wasn’t it you, sir, who initially wanted to change the movie?”
At Gordon’s words, Brandon threw his head back and laughed loudly.
“No, how could I just let that bastard film a gay movie? Straight people can make such movies, but it’s dangerous for a real gay person.”
It was Brandon who tried to intervene in the film by changing the production company. He used every method to remove Mitchell from the cast lineup of “Fail to Start”.
But he didn’t expect Mitchell to remove Director Angelio as well, following Geon-woo.
He should have guessed the nature of their relationship from the moment Mitchell asked to set fire to Geon-woo’s house.
I became curious about Mitchell’s business ventures. There are countless businesses worthy of Mitchell’s name. With Mitchell’s capital, he could easily venture into large-scale enterprises.
Suddenly curious, I asked Mitchell. What business he was doing now.
Clink, clink.
Instead of the sound of glass cups clinking, Mitchell’s tongue circled my ear.
Mitchell was stuck tightly behind me as I was washing dishes, not leaving me alone for a moment. I continued washing the glass cups, making them squeak, as if nothing was happening.
“Food service and…”
“Mmm.”
Mitchell started to rub his bulging member between his thick thighs against my buttocks in earnest.
“…education.”
Although his answer was half-hearted, I could understand.
“You’re doing food service and education business?”
“Yeah.”
“What kind of food? Like restaurants… oh!”
As Mitchell pushed his lower body forward, I found myself completely sandwiched between the sink and Mitchell. I almost dropped the glass cup in surprise. The guy who always asked and got permission before doing anything was being forceful today.
Wait. Why is he so excited?
“Mitchell. I’m doing the dishes right now.”
Feeling urgent, I increased my dishwashing speed. There were only two glass cups and one plate to wash anyway. As I turned my head back while rinsing the foam off my hands and the cup, Mitchell eagerly sucked on my cheek.
“Why are you doing the dishes?”
“What do you mean why? We used them, so we have to clean them. Are you asking the obvious?”
“I mean, why are you suddenly doing them when you’ve never done them before?”
Come to think of it, I’ve never done the dishes since coming to this house. We mostly ate food bought from outside or lunchboxes, and since the helper and Mitchell took care of it, I didn’t really have anything to do.
I cleaned the floor once, but it was surprising to realize I had never done the dishes before.
“It’s our home, so I should do it.”
As I pointed out the obvious again, Mitchell forcibly turned my face and showered me with kisses. Instead of inserting his tongue into my mouth, he crushed and sucked on my lips. No doubt my lips would be swollen by now.
Later, I’ll probably stand in front of the mirror, happily examining my lips for a long time.
“Just washing three dishes…”
Mitchell started speaking as he pulled away from my lips. As he shook his hips and rubbed against me, it felt like we were doing that in front of the sink.
The scene of us rolling around intensely without even taking off our clothes flashed in my mind, when Mitchell continued speaking.
“…you even put on an apron? How adorable.”
“I-I don’t like water splashing.”
Surprised by the word “adorable,” I even stammered. It wasn’t pretending to be innocent, but genuine surprise. Every time Mitchell says something cute like that, it just sends chills down my spine.
I quickly finished the dishes. As I wiped off the water with the towel hanging on the wall and left the kitchen, Mitchell suddenly picked me up from behind.
“Hey, hey!”
I was practically dangling from Mitchell’s arms as he carried me to the bedroom. It seemed like things were heading in that direction, so I felt a bit urgent.
Today was just one of those days when I didn’t want to do it. Even though I hadn’t done much, I was tired and wanted to skip the hours-long lovemaking session with Mitchell.
As I watched my pants and underwear being stripped off in an instant, I tried to think. When the shirt I was wearing fell to the floor as each button was undone, the only fabric left on my body was the plain gray apron and white socks.
This fun and peculiar pervert had stripped off all my clothes except for the apron.
“I don’t want to do it today. I’m tired. I’m sleepy. Even if you’re the great Mitchell, it would be better not to touch me today.”
I muttered like chanting a prayer. By this point, I had a feeling Mitchell wouldn’t take off the apron.
“Alright. Your eyes are bloodshot anyway. Let’s sleep early.”
I inwardly cheered as I slowly lay down. Since my precious thing was covered by the apron, I didn’t take it off right away. The blanket was still under Mitchell as he sat.
Then suddenly, I noticed Mitchell’s unusual movements.
“Why are you undressing?”
This guy was taking off his clothes one by one. Mitchell answered in a nonchalant tone.
“I’m going to sleep too.”
He raised one eyebrow and asked.
“Don’t you trust me?”
Of course I don’t trust you…
