Because of her sudden and unexpected motion—crossing her arms tightly over her chest—the man's gaze was instantly drawn to her chest. A flicker of amusement danced in his long, narrow eyes.
Lilian's face turned crimson in an instant. She spun on her heel, ready to flee back into the room.
But the man was in no rush. He casually dragged his suitcase inside and shut the door behind him with a click. Taking a few deliberate steps forward, he caught up to her and effortlessly pulled her back mid-escape. Before she could react, she was already pinned against his chest, and his lips crashed down onto hers in a fierce kiss.
His strong hand pried her crossed arms away and locked her wrists in his warm, commanding grasp. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, his firm chest molded against her soft frame.
Behind her was a cabinet, and he didn't hesitate to pin her there, kissing her deeply and relentlessly.
His lips were cool from the outside air, yet they burned against hers—biting, sucking, overwhelming her senses.
At first, Lilian resisted. She really did. But the more she fought, the more she realized she couldn't resist him—not his kiss, not the way he touched her. She didn't know if it was because he was just that good... or because she was completely inexperienced. All she knew was that her body was betraying her, growing softer and weaker by the second. If not for the cabinet supporting her from behind, she might've already melted into a puddle on the floor.
"Mind if I use your bathroom?"
His low, husky voice suddenly broke through the haze, murmuring hotly against her ear.
She looked up at him, eyes dazed and unfocused, and unconsciously nodded. Her mind was still spinning as he released her, striding swiftly into the bathroom with long, purposeful steps.
Leaning weakly against the cabinet, Lilian tried to steady her breathing and calm her racing heart. A chill brushed her shoulder, and when she glanced down—
Her face turned bright red again.
She was wearing a loose home T-shirt, and the collar had been stretched wide open.
A faint, ambiguous red mark stood out clearly on her pale shoulder. It had to be from his bite... or maybe his kiss.
If the collar hadn't gotten in the way, he probably wouldn't have stopped there. And beneath the shirt... she wasn't wearing anything else.
The thought alone made her cheeks burn even hotter. She hastily pulled the collar back into place and fled toward her bedroom.
By the time she came out of the bedroom, Lilian had finally calmed down.
The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom, steady and rhythmic. Her gaze landed on the large suitcase sitting in the middle of the living room, and she frowned, troubled.
What was going on? How had he just... barged in like that? As if it were the most natural thing in the world. And earlier... it had almost—
She shook her head, trying to dispel the thoughts. Her mind was already a mess.
Just as her frustration began to bubble up again, the sound of water from the bathroom came to a stop. Then, his lazy, deep voice drifted out from behind the door:
"Lily—"
She froze.
"Could you open my suitcase and bring me a clean pair of boxers?"
Lilian was instantly petrified, like she'd been struck by lightning.
Maybe it was the silence outside, or maybe he was just impatient—but the man called out again from the bathroom:
"Lily?"
The nickname made her flinch.
She had always been called Lilian. Hearing Lily from his lips for the first time felt strangely... off. Unsettling, even.
There was absolutely no way she was going to bring him something that personal!
Her face flushed crimson as she refused, trying to sound calm and rational.
"I—I don't know the password to your suitcase. You'll have to come out and get it yourself—"
Perfect excuse. Solid reasoning. She was about to bolt back to her bedroom when his voice followed smoothly:
"The password's 0808. My birthday."
Lilian: "..."
Was it really okay to just give out his suitcase password like that?
Also... 0808? Seriously?
That birthday was almost too perfect.
Then again, Morrison's entire life had been nothing but smooth sailing—just like his birthday: double eight, double fortune.
Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he inherited MOS Corp. with no obstacles the moment he came of age. His parents were still madly in love, his younger brother was considerate and drama-free. There were no family feuds, no boardroom betrayals. And in the business world, he and Dave worked together seamlessly, a dynamic duo that dominated every field they entered.
Success in business? Check.
Success in love? Even more so.
With that face, that body, and more wealth than most people could dream of—women flocked to him wherever he went. And whatever kind he wanted, all he had to do was ask.
He had never known what it meant to fail, or to be rejected... or even to feel truly disappointed.
His mother,linda , often said that she'd given birth to him on an especially auspicious day—and that's why his life had always gone so smoothly.
And honestly? Morrison never doubted it.
Even after he casually gave Lilian the password to his suitcase, she still refused to help him.
Flustered, she stammered out a second rejection.
"Y-you—you should really come get it yourself. I'm gonna… step out!"
And with that, she bolted into the bedroom and slammed the door shut behind her.
In the bathroom, Morrison had just finished drying off when he heard the sound of her door closing—firmly.
A helpless chuckle escaped his lips.
Alright, fine. She was still a little girl, after all. He'd let her off the hook… this time.
He grabbed her pale pink towel, wrapped it casually around his waist, and strode out with his usual easy confidence.
Just moments ago, when he'd kissed her, he could still feel the way her soft body melted into his arms. The sensation had ignited a fire in his veins, nearly burning through his self-control.
But he'd held back.
Because Lilian wasn't like the women he'd dated before.
She was different. Clean. Innocent.
Someone who couldn't—and shouldn't—be touched on a whim.
And more importantly, she was Dave's sister.
He could flirt with her, maybe even date her. But if he took that final step with her... and didn't end up taking responsibility?
Dave would kill him. No hesitation.
And Morrison wasn't so far gone that he'd lose his mind over a single kiss—no matter how tempting she was.
Right now, in his heart, his friendship with Dave still outweighed the desire to possess her.