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“HEECHUL!”

The sound of Chaerin’s shriek cut through the air life thesound of diamonds against glass. Heechul smothered a smirk as he continuedreading the latest issue of Vogue – admiring how very fine his woman lookedspread across the pages. She really was glorious with her wicked eye-liner gameand fierce persona. If only the world knew how sweet his CL really was, theywould all die of shock: The baddest female was more like the most darlingcupcake. Except, of course, when he pissed her off.

Like that moment.

She threw open the bedroom door and stormed out into theliving room. The magazine was ripped from his hands – tearing one of the pagesa little and earning a whine from him – before she held up one of her favoriteblouses. “What did you do?” she hissed.

Heechul raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean, my queen?”

The shirt was given a ferocious shake, and he could see themakeup on the collar. “This. I did not wear this shirt after getting it cleanedlast month. How did this get on here?”

A beneficent smile turned his lips. “I missed you when youwent to Los Angeles,” he said simply. “So I spent a week in your clothing. Itmade me feel better.”

Chaerin tried to stay mad at him, he could see it in the wayshe pursed her lips at him, but it was difficult when her lover was being sosweet. “Well, you’re paying to get everything you wore cleaned,” she snapped.