Chapter 38 The Truth
The Truth Chapter
Icouldn’t stop thinking about Cahya’s ultimatum even after dinner.
I was furious at him for not siding with me and not having my back when I needed him to.
But I also knew that Wynter was his best friend too, and that I had put him between a rock and a hard place.
Wynter stayed late in the living room talking to Mummy and playing Mario Kart with Soleh.
The efforts he was actively making every day to forge a connection with my family meant more to me than he would ever know. And yet it all just made me feel worse.
Wyn sat on the edge of my bed, his posture relaxed but his gaze fixed on me, sharp and unrelenting. He’d been watching me since we got back to my room—studying the way I moved around with clipped, mechanical motions, how I avoided his touch, how I barely spoke.
“What’s wrong, Soh?” he asked finally, his voice low but steady.
“Nothing,” I replied defensively, too quickly, folding my arms over my chest as I leaned against the dresser.
“Is there a particular reason why you’re doing this?” he requested, his brow furrowing slightly. “Shutting me out.”
“I’m not shutting you out,” I replied, my tone harsher than I intended. I turned my back to him, pretending to fuss with a stack of books on my desk. “I’m just tired.”
“Tired?” he echoed, his voice tinged with skepticism. “You’ve barely looked at me since dinner. You’ve been tense all night.”
“I’m fine,” I snapped, the guilt twisting in my chest like a knife.
He stood up then, moving closer, his presence overwhelming in the small space. “You’re not fine,” he insisted quietly. “Something’s bothering you, and I want to know what it is.”
“Why do you care so much?” I shot back, the words spilling out before I could stop them.
Wyn blinked, his expression tightening, but he didn’t move away.
“Why do I care?” he repeated, his voice calm but firm.
“Because I’m here, Yesoh. Because I bloody l— care.
I care for you. We’re partners. And you’re acting like you really don’t want me here.
I could always go to a hotel if me being in your mother’s house all day every day is getting too much. ”
“No, it isn’t that, never that,” I pleaded.
The air between us felt thick, heavy with tension and unspoken truths. I could feel the heat of his gaze on me, the steady weight of his concern pressing against the walls I was trying so hard to hold up.
“I need space,” I broke the silence, my voice cracking slightly as I stepped back.
Wyn reached for me, he reached for me.
His hand caught mine before I could pull away. “No,” he said, his tone unyielding but gentle. “You don’t get to push me away because you’re upset. If you need time, fine. But don’t lie to me about what’s going on.”
“Let me go,” I whispered, my throat tightening as tears burned behind my eyes.
“No,” he said again, his grip firm but not harsh. “Not until you talk to me.”
I tried to pull my hand free, but he held on, his calm strength breaking through my defenses. “You’re clearly upset,” he said, his voice softening. “Or hurt. Or annoyed with me. I don’t know which, because you won’t tell me. But I’m not going to let you push me away because of it.”
I clenched my jaw, fighting the storm of emotions threatening to break free. “Why do you have to make everything so hard?” I asked, my voice trembling.
“Because you’re worth it,” he said simply, his gaze steady. “You are the one fight I choose, Yesoh Yeo. So what you’re going to do right now is cool down. Go take a bath, get some air, and then come back here and tell me what you really want.”
I stared at him, stunned into silence. He released my hand gently, stepping back to give me space, but his eyes never left mine. “I’m not going anywhere, Soh,” he told me quietly. “But I cannot help you, my darling girl, if you won’t let me in.”
The weight of his words settled over me like a blanket, suffocating and comforting all at once. I turned away, my legs moving on autopilot as I left the room, my heart pounding with every step.
I didn’t know how to face him—how to tell him the truth about what I’d done. But as I stood in the bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror, I realized I couldn’t keep running from it. I couldn’t keep running from him.
He deserved the truth. And I owed it to him to face the consequences. But for now I was going to take a bath and contemplate on what exactly I wanted.
A whole lot of foam bath and vanilla shampoo later I got out of the bath, wearing only his shirt and my underwear. I shyly opened the door to my room to find him responding to emails on his laptop, when I walked in he closed it and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Mentally I had made a decision that I would tell him the truth tomorrow, that I accepted my fate, that I knew it’d all come crashing down when the sun came up. But tonight, I would just be with him, in every way I could, because it might just be the last time.
“I know what I want.” I broke my silence.
“And what exactly is that?” he questioned as I hung up my towel. I made my way over to him and stood between his parted legs, looking down at his consuming deep brown eyes.
“Wynter, will you make love to me?” I finally got the courage to ask, and his mouth hung open in shock.
“What?” His eyes widened in surprise.
“Forget it, it’s nothing—” I doubled down, but he immediately placed his hands on the back of my knees.
“I didn’t say no,” he clarified, stroking my skin gently. “I just want to ensure that you are certain. This is a big decision and last I checked you’ve never done this before.”
“I have not.” I nodded, then placed a hand on his cheek. “But I want to, and I want it to be with you.”
“Just to be clear, you want me to fuck you in your childhood bedroom?” he contemplated. “That’s awfully risky, Yesoh, even for you.”
“I don’t care, I just want you in me,” I insisted, “I want to go all the way.”
“Okay,” he agreed, planting a kiss on my belly.
“Okay?” I repeated.
“Okay,” he assured me, slowly lifting up my shirt to reveal my tummy. I shivered at the cool air, he kissed just below my belly button as I glanced down at him. He was so beautiful.
He reached for the fabric of my shirt and lifted it over my body revealing my breasts that I always thought were borderline nonexistent, but he seemed to be entirely fascinated by. I instinctively covered myself with my arms, and he seemed concerned at that movement.
“When I make love to you, you don’t ever need to hide from me, do you understand?
” he told me, and I slowly dropped my arms, revealing myself to him.
He kissed his way up my body, taking my left breast into his mouth, toying with the sensitive bud under his tongue before moving to the right, and I sighed, my knees turning weak.
I watched him make his way down before he kneeled down in front of me, looking up at me such innocence you’d think this was his first time too. But I knew better, I knew that if it was one thing Wynter Andy Kwon knew—it was how to make a woman’s body bend to his will.
He kissed the fabric of my panties and I gasped at the contact. He let out a soft laugh at that. I loved that we could laugh together, even now, in such an intimate moment. He was still my friend above all, and that reminder within itself was enough for me to lower my defenses entirely.
He slipped the fabric down my legs with his teeth so skillfully before asking me to, “Put your leg over my shoulder.”
“What if I’m too heavy?” I wondered,
“Please.” He rolled his eyes before grabbing ahold of my thigh and doing it for me before his mouth made contact with the slickness of me.
“Ah—Wyn.” I moaned as his tongue danced for me to his own wicked little masquerade. He licked a stripe up and down before focusing on my swollen nub. Sucking, teasing, taunting.
“So sweet, for me.” He smiled, looking up at me with my wetness dripping down his chin. Oh my God, that face could bring even the gods to their knees.
He continued to devour me until I finished on his tongue, my breathing heavy. “Why did you—”
“So that it’s easier for you when I’m inside,” he clarified, “the more aroused you are, the less painful it’ll be for you.”
I then grabbed ahold of his hand and pushed him down on the bed before climbing on top of him.
I reached for his jeans and slowly unbuttoned them, pulling them down his legs alongside his underwear.
I began to press my lips to his neck and he moaned, tilting his head back to give me better access.
His hand gripped my thigh, probably leaving a mark with his nails.
I straddled his waist and felt him against my folds.
I moved back and forth, teasing him, and he bit down on my shoulder.
“God.” He cursed beneath his breath, and I smirked, enjoying the power I had over him.
But that didn’t last long because he immediately flipped us over so I was below him, our legs tangled, every hair on my body stood up.
He started kissing me then, deeply, slow and passionate. “Yesoh,” he breathed, “do you think you’re ready?”
“Yes.” I nodded, and at that he held my gaze, he didn’t even look away.
“Well, last I checked we’re not trying to conceive and I didn’t bring any c—”
I reached for my bag and handed him the packet and he lifted an eyebrow. “You anticipated this?”
“Maybe.” I smiled.
“Far more cunning than I give you credit for.” He kissed my lips once more before tearing the packet open with his teeth and putting it on. “Pain is normal the first time, we will go slowly, and find our own pace.”
“Please, Wyn.” I wrapped my arms around his neck to steady myself. “I’ve waited for this longer than you know.”
And at that he spread my legs a little further, before pressing his tip to my core and sliding into me, I shut my eyes at the tension, at the pressure and odd new sensation. “It hurts.”
“That’s only halfway.” He smiled, his eyes glittering with a sense of mischief. “Take a breath.”