Namjoon's POV

I'm met with the voicemail of my soon-to-be ex wife once again and I huff in frustration. I don't care that she doesn't want to talk to me about why she did what she did. We need to have a discussion about the kids, and how she wants to go about seeing them. At this point, I don't even think she wants to see them. I hate that they can't see their mother over her own selfish reasons. They deserve so much better than that. The tone for me to begin speaking goes off and my grip on the phone tightens.

"Jiwon," I begin, speaking in Korean. "This is getting ridiculous. If I have to come over to the house just for you to talk to me about the kids, then so be it. Start acting like a mother."

Slamming the phone back on the receiver I exhale heavily, looking around my office. Jiwon would normally be here with me, but I told her not to come back here. There's nothing here for her anyway. I gave her enough alimony without the courts to get her through at least 2 years, while she does whatever she's going to do. My divorce lawyer left about 2 hours ago to serve her the divorce papers. To my pleasure and dismay, she signed with no issues. As soon as those papers are processed, we will no longer be married.

My intercom beeps and I press the button, allowing my secretary to speak. "Go ahead."

"Mr. Kim, I have Miss Harlow waiting for you."

I smile, nodding to myself. "Send her up."

I invited Harlow here to the office for lunch. It isn't much, but I didn't want her sitting at home all day with nothing to do while the kids are at school. It's the least I can do for her. I hear a small knock on the door and then her head peaking in.

"Come on in. You can sit if you'd like." I stand from my seat, gesturing her to come inside. She does so with a small, tired smile, closing the door behind her. She sits quietly in the chair on the other side of my desk. She's been so quiet ever since we did it. I don't think she's been sleeping much, either. I haven't said too much about us because I don't want to upset her. But by not saying anything, is that only upsetting her more? I can't tell with her, but I'm also curious to know. She looks like she has so much on her mind. "Harlow, are you okay?"

"Hm? Oh, I'm okay." She smiles softly, but I'm still not convinced. I walk over to the door and lock it. I turn back to see her eyes on the door behind me. "Namjoon, really. I'm okay."

"What are you thinking?" I ask, leaning against the desk with my arms crossed.

"Nothing." She shrugs, refusing to make eye contact with me. I scoff and that's enough for her to look at me. "Nothing, Namjoon."

"Harlow, you don't have to lie to me."

"I'm not lying."

"Then just tell me that something's wrong and you don't want to talk about it."

She huffs, rolling her eyes. "Fine. Something is wrong and I don't want to talk about it."

"See, that wasn't so hard. You didn't need to lie to me."

"Why do you want to know so bad?" I'm taken back by her quick defensive attitude as my eyes widen. "Why do you care?"

"Why do I care?" I repeat. "I care because we're friends, Harlow. And I care about how you're feeling and I know that right now, you aren't yourself."

"Then maybe you don't know me."

"What has gotten into you?" I question in shock. This isn't the Harlow that I know. This isn't the girl that I hired to watch my kids, and it damn sure isn't the girl that I became friends with and confided in. "If it's something I did, let me know now."

"I'm sorry." She says in a whisper like tone, internally battling with herself. "I just- I don't know what I'm doing Namjoon. I don't want to."

"What do you mean?" I ask, heart melting seeing her just so lost. "What's going on? What are you trying not to do?"

"I can't explain that right now." She shakes her head and I see tears glistening her eyes. What's got her this way?

"Is it me?" I ask and she avoids my stare. "It is, isn't it?"

"Namjoon, what are we doing?"

"Where is this coming from?"

"I know I'm your friend, but what else am I?"

Is she referring to us having sex? It doesn't take me long to come to the realization and I'm horrified by it. Is she falling for me? Why me? The last thing I want is for Harlow to fall for me. Especially in this moment with my divorce and being a single father. She can do so much better than me.

"Harlow-"

"Namjoon, I think-"

My intercom goes off again and I take a staggered breath, walking around my desk to retrieve it. "Go ahead."

"Mr. Kim, Mrs. Kim is on line 2."

The fact that Jiwon has actually called back stuns me. I look across to Harlow sitting there, eyes on her lap. I huff before answering. "Thank you."

"Take the call. I'll see you at home." Harlow says, standing and leaving my office without another word.

I want to call her back, but I let her go. I really need to have this conversation with Jiwon. I know Harlow will understand. That's why she left, I'm sure. Picking up the phone, I place it gently to my ear. "CEO Kim."

"Hi, Namjoon." It's bittersweet hearing her voice after weeks. I've missed it because I had heard it for so long, but it's also the sound I've come to despise because she hurt us. "How are you?"

"Cut the bullshit." I say, anger taking over me. "I haven't been calling you to make small talk. I called to see when you wanted to see Jin and Jae."

"Well, I can't do it on-"

"I didn't ask you when you couldn't do it." The more I talk the more frustrated I become. "My patience is running very thin, Ji. When can you see them so we can arrange visits."

"Saturday."

"Alright. We'll meet at the park by the house on Saturday at 2." I end the call and take a deep breath.

There's nothing more that I need to say to her. I got what I wanted. She's going to see our children. Now that I have that out of the way, I can focus on what I'm going to do with Harlow. I have to make this right, but I don't know what to do or where to start. I stand from my seat when the door opens and Harlow walks back in. She closes the door softly behind her and turns back in my direction.

"I, uh." She points toward where she was sitting, walking towards the chair. "I left my bag."

As I go to reach for the bag to hand to her, so does she and our hands brush against each other. I look up and into those beautiful brown eyes. They hold so much in them, like she's battling her own inner thoughts and feelings continuously. And I want to help her by understanding her.

We stand, the bag still being held by the both of us until I let go. I can't take my eyes off of her and suddenly, she drops the bag. Without warning, she lunges toward me and my arms instinctively wrap around her when our lips connect. I can feel all her confusion, all her frustration, all her want. She goes to undo the belt and button keeping my pants up and her hand goes inside my pants, pulling my hardened length out. Her arms are soon wrapped around the back of my neck as I cup her ass and lift her. I feel goosebumps rise in the wake of my grasp. She wraps her legs around me, easily dominating my tongue as I try to keep up with her. This is such a different side to her, but I can't stop myself from wanting her. I'm so curious as to what goes on in her head and it seems that right now, she wants me more now than ever. Her skirt rides up and I'm able to feel the heat from her core down on my lower abdomen because she isn't wearing panties. I feel myself becoming painfully hard as she tilts her head to deepen the kiss. What are we getting ourselves into?

I don't take any time to answer my own question when I hold onto her with one arm, using my other to line myself up at her burning center and pushing myself into her slowly. She moans into my mouth, holding onto me tightly as I balance myself to grab her ass again and move her along my dick. I love that about Harlow. Her body is so responsive to me and I didn't have to do much. Her wetness has her gliding against my dick with ease, her tightness causing me to roll my eyes to the back of my head. She's so wet and so tight for me.

She breaks the kiss, moaning softly as she looks me in my eyes. I can't read her right now, the pleasure outweighing whatever is on both of our minds. My grasp on her ass tightens when I move her faster against me, hearing the sounds of our clapping skins and the wet sounds coming from her pussy.

"Why are we doing this?" I moan, kissing her neck as she lightly tilts her head to give me more access.

"I want you." She moans out. "I need you, Namjoon."

"You need me?" I moan back to her as she shivers, feeling my breath on her neck.

She moans, tightening around me even more. She's going to cum and I can't wait to feel her. "I do. I need you so bad, daddy."

"Fuck." I love it when she calls me daddy. I pull out of her and she unwraps her legs from around me, standing on the ground as I put her down. I quickly turn her around and bend her over my desk, lifting her right leg and putting it on the desk. She stands on her tiptoes as I push back into her, slapping her ass and grabbing her hips. "Daddy needs you too, baby. Cum for daddy."

"I'll always be here for you, daddy!" She screams as she reaches the top of the mountain, coming all over my dick, her body buckling under me as I feel myself getting closer to my own climax. "Cum, please daddy." She begs me.

"Oh, fuck." I thrust hard into her, feeling my head become lighter and I pull out of her, coming on top of her ass as I moan and groan her name. I breathe heavily as I squeeze out every drop of cum. She drops her leg from the desk to get more comfortable but I stop her from moving anymore. "Don't move."

I pull my pants up, buckling everything back up and grabbing some Kleenex to clean up the mess I left on her. Once I've tossed the soiled paper, I fix her skirt and stand her up. I turn her to face me again, grabbing her bag for her, and leaving a lingering kiss to her forehead. "That was something."

"It was." She nods, smiling softly. "I'm sorry about how I came in earlier. And thank you for that."

"It's okay, and you're welcome. Thank you for giving me my first office sex experience."

"I'm the first?" She asks with widened eyes.

"You are." I smile and nod. "First time I've done something so risky, sexually."

"I'm really flattered that I was the first for that." Harlow grins at me and my heart warms at the sight. "Can I say something? If I don't, then it'll eat at me."

"Of course, anything."

"You asked earlier why we were doing this. So that's what I wanna know. Why are we doing this?"

I sit on the edge of my desk, sighing. "I don't know, Harley. I really don't know."

Harlow simply nods in understanding. We are both clueless as to what we have going on. We're not supposed to be doing any of this anyway. So why are we?

"This is something we should probably talk about at home." She says, getting my attention.

"Then let's go." I stand, walking toward the door.

She giggles, shaking her head. "Namjoon, you're at work."

"So?" I shrug. "I'm the boss. This conversation is more important. Come on, let's go. Before you have to get the kids."

"Alrighty." She says, meeting me at the door where I let her walk out first.

I am a bit nervous to be alone with her again. We can't find ourselves in the same predicament we were just in. I have to stop her from getting emotionally invested in me, to save her from being hurt. She deserves so much better. How am I going to do it?

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I was writing this going "wtf 😩" the whole time, because wtf 😂. Imagine fucking Namjoon on more than one occasion. Harlow can relate 🤧

How was Namjoon POV for the smut? That was my first time writing in a male's perspective for smut. Did I do okay? 🥺 okay gotta get ready for work. Bye! 💕💕

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