Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

Hanging up the phone, I lie on the bed as if I had lost my soul.

My mind's in a mess. Was that his girlfriend or wife? Am I the other woman?

No, he denied it last time. So what exactly is my relationship with him?

Being the other woman is the last thing I would do. He assured me that he was single, so I felt like I wasn't the other woman. But I guess I was wrong.

I don't want to be the other woman, so I refuse to see myself as one. But in others' eyes, I am.

I've been called a slut a lot lately for no reason. I always thought they misunderstood me and wanted to belittle me, but now it seems like they were right.

Sean gave me this job, and I thought he was just helping me as my classmate. I never wondered why he would help a classmate he hadn't talked to in years. It's my punishment that I may lose my job and fall out with Sean.

Harrison kept a cool head when I was scolded. Maybe he feels the same way as the

people who insult me.

My phone keeps vibrating. When I see the caller ID, I almost burst out into tears.

In the end, I decline the call and turn my phone off.

I don't want to think about anything now, nor do I want to care about Harrison. He doesn't see me any different than the people I hate.

In the middle of the night, I feel that the doorbell has been ringing all the time. Fortunately, my mother is too old to hear it. Otherwise, she would have been awakened.

Through the peephole, I see Harrison standing at the door. My heart skips a beat. Why is he here? Shouldn't he spend a wonderful night with that woman?

I don't say a word, and he doesn't stop pressing the doorbell. I'm really worried he's gonna wake up my mom.

"What are you doing here?" I open the door a little.

He doesn't answer me. Instead, he squeezes through the door and pins me against the wall.

In a panic, I ask, "Harrison, are you crazy?!"

He scares me a little, both when he is a gentleman and when he occasionally loses control and does something intimate to me.

I'm scared I won't be able to control my heart.

"Why didn't you answer my phone?" He asks in a deep voice.

It can't be denied that his voice is very pleasant. It's hoarse, deep, and charming.

But I still don't like it when he confronts me. "No reason. I just didn't want to."

"I have a reason. You want to hear it?"

I bite my lips and glare at him, though I can't see anything in the darkness. "Harrison, you clearly know how much I hate being the other woman. Why are you making me do the last thing I want to do?" I tell him the truth without weakness or fear. He knows me very well, so I don't need to hide anything.

I press both my hands against his chest and give him a hard push. When I see him hit the shoe rack, I feel incredibly good.

But my pleasure didn't last long. The sound woke my mom up. She turns on the light and asks what happened.

"Mom, I hit the table." I explain.

Mom reminds me to be careful and then turns off the light. I breathe a sigh of relief.

"You lied to your mom?" Harrison walks up to me again.

"Should I tell her you're molesting me here?" I deliberately retort.

I can't stand the way he doesn't care about anything, because I can't stop myself from caring about him.

Since he's here, I want to see what he's gonna do. Anyway, I'll never believe a word from him. He's living a double life, isn't he?

My reaction does not piss his off. He explains, "My friend answered my phone. I tried to call you and explain, but you turned your phone off."

"I turn it off every night when I go to bed."

"I thought something happened to you, so I came here. You're not touched at all?"

So he came here because he thought I was in trouble again.

I'm no longer that cold, because his tone of grievance kind of softens me.

But I'm not gonna forgive him that easily. "I called you because I never called you before and I had nothing to do. After that, I turned my phone off as usual."

"How did I not know you had this habit?" Harrison pretends to be surprised.

My face turns red in an instant. Thank God he can't see it in the darkness.

I answer seriously, "I have to work tomorrow, so I can't be disturbed."

He suddenly hugs me and says in a tired voice, "I haven't eaten anything since I got off the plane. I'm starving."

"What? Where have you been?" His words successfully attract my attention.

Turns out he flew out today to sign a contract, and he came to see me before he had dinner. I don't know why, but I actually feel sorry for him.

I was gonna take him out to dinner, but he said it was too late and he wanted me to make him some instant noodles.

Then, I sneak into the kitchen in the middle of the night and make instant noodles for him.

The next day I woke up to the constant ringing of my alarm clock. When I open my eyes, it's already dawn. Holy sh*t, where is Harrison?

I fell asleep while he was eating instant noodles yesterday. I don't know what happened after that.

Why did I wake up in my own bed? Is what happened last night a dream?

"Come here more often. I'll be at home every day." My mom's voice rings out.

With a bad feeling, I rush out barefoot without changing my clothes.