Fake dating my enemy, The playboy billionaire

YIREN’S POV

"What? What is it?! I didn’t see it!" Honey pries at my fingers, determined to get a peek.

Oh, Jun, if there’s a hell just for you, you’re going there for sending me a bondage kit and lacy undergarments. I clench the lid down over the gift box, keeping it firmly closed. "It’s... nothing, Honey. Grown-up stuff, don’t worry about it."

But Suyin’s already in hysterics, wiping tears from her eyes. "I knew it! He’s the kinkiest of them all!" Her laughter echoes through the room, and I can’t help but turn a shade brighter than the red ribbon on the box. Great, now even Suyin has seen it—this is mortifying.

Once Suyin catches her breath and Honey looks sufficiently distracted, I sneak another peek inside the box and spot a second envelope. I’ll deal with that one later.

I take Suyin and Honey on a full walkthrough of the project, taking notes of the changes and suggestions, but Honey has his priorities set: he’s all about getting a "lake slide" and buttering me up with every smile and compliments, determined to get his way.

Once we’re done, we head out to Honey’s favorite Italian spot on the outskirts of city. It’s an old, charming place—perfect for a relaxed lunch. As I step inside, I catch sight of a woman exiting the restaurant with a man. Her style looks oddly familiar, so I turn to take a closer look.

It’s Ireine—Jun’s assistant. But why would she be here? Jun never goes anywhere without her. And the man she’s with? He seems familiar too. Where have I seen him before?

"What’s wrong?" Suyin asks.

"That’s Ireine. Jun’s assistant."

"Where?" Suyin follows my gaze, but by now, they’re already gone.

I shake off the odd feeling and head inside with Suyin and Honey, but the encounter lingers in my mind.

*****

Jun’s letter

Hey, Bunny,

Thought you might need a little reminder of me since I’m MIA for few days. I chose something special to keep you warm—and a bit... entertained. Make sure to try the lace. I have a very vivid imagination of you wearing it—or, even better, not wearing it for long.

And the kit? Think of it as a promise. Just a taste of what’s coming your way. Purely practical, of course, in case you need some guidance on staying exactly where I want you. I can just imagine the view: you in lace, hands just where I decide, not a single move without permission.

Don’t have too much fun without me. Everything here is for you, but the best gift? That would be yours truly.

Counting down the hours,

Satan in suit 😈

P.S. Don’t get too attached to that lace—it might not survive the night... 🍆💦

*****

AHHHHHHH!

He has to stop! Like seriously! The man is miles away, yet somehow, he’s setting my whole body on fire with just a few words. I need an ice bath—or maybe just an excuse to try on the lingerie he sent.

I slip into the red lace set, feeling the soft fabric hug my curves perfectly, almost as if it’s custom-made. It’s so comfortable, too—just what I’d expect from Jun’s taste. I dance in front of the mirror, shake my butt, and do a little spin, admiring the effect.

"What do you think, Bear? How is mommy looking?" Bear barks his approval and even does a little spin around me as if to show his appreciation. I realize the ’mommy’ word that slipped unintentionally.

"Thanks, babe. You’re the best. This is Daddy’s choice, after all!"

I ditch the nightdress I’d planned to wear over it. No cover-up tonight—after all, I’m home and alone. Why not embrace a little self-love and move around in undergarments?

Armed with my laptop, VR setup, phone, and Bear’s bed, I’m ready for an all-nighter in Jun’s garage to which she has full access now. Bear follows me, wagging his tail like he knows we’re in for something fun.

It was peaceful, and freeing working in just lingerie and having Bear’s awesome company.

"I see you like the gift so much that you are working wearing it."

Oh jeez. I jump backward when the sudden voice breaks the peace of the night, frantically looking around.

His eerie laughter echoes....

I spot it—a tiny camera with a blinking red light.

"You’ve been watching this whole time?" I speak to particularly no one, but it seems he can see and hear me clearly.

"I got the notification the moment you entered. Red suits you, bunny."

"And staring at my azz?"

"Gorgeous azz it is." Ugh he is impossible. Yet I cannot keep the longing from my heart.

"Don’t worry, I’ll give that azz the attention it deserves once I’m back."

I bit my lips.

"Had you taken Ireine it wouldn’t have taken you this long."

"There’s a pause. "What are you saying-- She’s here with me."

As I rest my elbow on the table, I accidentally tip the heavy toolbox, sending tools clattering to the floor. "Hold on a sec," Some parts have rolled under the table, so I crouch down and start scooping everything out with my palm. That’s when I notice a small, folded piece of paper mixed in with the tools.

"Sorry, where was I?" I mutter, unfolding the note absentmindedly.

"On Ireine," Jun replies.

"Oh, right. I saw her at La Rosa Blu today. She was with some guy,"

"Not possible. She’s here with me," he says confidently.

"Huh?" My confusion deepens. "You’re sure?"

"Yeah. She’s practically my right hand; I can’t function without her."

"But... I’m certain it was her." The man with her looked familiar, too, though I can’t quite place him. My brain spins with the details that don’t add up.

Jun sighs, trying to reassure me. "You probably just mistook someone else for her. I trust her most."

"Maybe..." I murmur, still doubtful.

But then, as I finish unrolling the paper, my eyes widen. It was not just any random paper but a message.

"Oh my god, Jun..."

"What is it?"

"Hold on. I’m sending you a picture," I say, snapping a shot of the note with trembling fingers. Scrawled in bold, urgent handwriting, it reads:

"Nothing stays secret forever. Be careful—your project is no longer under wraps and many vultures are eyeing it."