"It tears me apart because we will never happen, but it breaks me more to give up on you, for you are all I've ever wanted."

—Anonymous

Just hours after tying the knot, Byun Baekhyun walked through the glass doors of Alice, a posh bar and lounge that had been his oasis for the last five years. He had just dropped off his new wife at his family's main residence—despite wanting to leave her at the hotel to fend for herself—and now, he needed to drown his fatigue with some hard liquor and unwind before Go Chaeyoung arrives to demand more of him.

At this point, he was starting to wonder if women were more work than the pleasures they brought.

The BYN successor plopped down on the cushioned seat with a heavy sigh. He leaned back on the long sofa, closed his eyes, and rubbed his temple, snagging the attention of Alice's two other frequent patrons: Zhang Yixing of Zhang Industries and Kim Jongdae of JP Production, his two best friends.

"Speak of the devil," Jongdae greeted as he set his glass of Hennessy on the round table. "How does it feel to finally be off the market?" he asked teasingly.

Baekhyun lowered the hand from his head and smirked. "Off the market?" he repeated just as one of the two women next to the entertainment giant hopped over to his side. The Lux's general manager wrapped an arm around the scantily dressed female and eyed his best friend, letting his devilish smirk spread. "Over my dead body," he stated, making the two men laugh.

"So, give us the rundown," Yixing started as he took a sip of his Macallan 25, "Face?"

"100," Baekhyun answered plainly.

"Body?" Jongdae asked before popping a small handful of mixed nuts in his mouth.

Baekhyun sat up on his seat and crossed one leg over the other with a widening grin. "Also a hundred," he replied, thinking back to the way his arm wrapped around her curves and how her soft plump s pressed pleasantly against his chest.

"100 out of 100…?" the CEO of Zhang Industries clarified with curiosity, "That's a once in a blue moon rating."

"100 out of 10 actually," Baekhyun corrected. "She's undeniably beautiful with the body of a goddess," he boasted just as his usual order of Remy Martin Louis XIII arrived at their table.

"Damn you, you lucky son of ," Jongdae commented, flashing an envious smile.

Letting his mind drift back to his wife's demeanor, BYN Group's future president scoffed, the complacent grin evaporating from his face completely. "Far from it," he countered with audible dissatisfaction, "Aside for her physical appearance…everything else…is zero. Negative even."

"If you have the face, the , and the , what else do you need?" Yixing inquired, his interest growing with every detail he learns about the new Mrs. Byun.

"Emotions," Baekhyun replied coldly before sipping his cognac.

Jongdae released a short laugh and stared at his friend with a raised brow. "I didn't take you for someone who gave a damn about love," he teased.

Baekhyun met his eyes, retaining an unamused expression. "Not love. Just plain emotions. A ing personality," he clarified with a frustrated sigh. He released the woman from his arm and scooted to the edge of his seat, resting his elbow on his knees. He swirled the drink in his hand and downed its content with a slight wince.

"I couldn't care less if she was a stuck up —I'd actually prefer it if she was one—that way I'd at least have something to conquer. But damn…that woman is just," he continued, curling his free hand into a tight fist and pursing his lips. "If I somehow ended up doing her, it'd be like ing a blowup doll—hell, I think the doll would be better," he explained, followed by another infuriated breath, "I don’t even think she's ever seen a man's before. I swear to god, she's too pure. Too innocent. It's disgusting."

Jongdae's grin widened at the thought. He always found the pure angelic ones the most interesting. "But isn't there something about innocence that just makes you want to ruin her?" he asked good-humoredly.

The young BYN executive shook his head regretfully. "Not