Tiring

The first few hours of being Mr. Jeon’s ‘wife’ was a big whirlwind of headaches and glares from the female employees. And have I told you about the hoards of paps and press outside the building?

Heck there were a battalion of cameras down in the lobby, waiting to catch me and my boss--probably waiting to snap a photo of us in an intimate situaion and publish a freaking article about it. Ugh.

I am thisclose at filing an imaginary divorce paper(or in this case, resignation paper)but the thought of being a homeless and jobless bum haunts me. Oh, and a divorcee too. -__-

So I guess I’m pretty much stuck with this notorious troublemaker CEO until I saved enough cash to buy myself a nice apartment downtown and wait for our surprise secret marriage fiasco to subside from the search engines so I can finally submit a divorce resignation paper.

After a several arguments, I am now safely lounging at my “husband’s” leather couch waiting for him to finish his call.

“Yes, That’s all.” He ended the call. Pschh, not even a ‘Thank you’. I was about to make face a his back when he abruptly turned to face me. "I have a meeing atfer five, your work ends after ten, DON'T use the public elevato-"

"Why can't I?"

"Just listen fi-" This bastard!

"How will I go home if I can't use the elevator?"

I opened my mouth to snap at him again when he closed his eyes ad sighed exasperatedly,