THE NEXT DAY AT KIM'S

❝LISA❞

As the sun rose on another day in the office, I found myself seated with Mr. Machan, a remarkable man who treated me like his own daughter.

With a gentle gaze, he turned to me and asked, "Lisa, dear, today I'll be teaching you the fundamentals of practical marketing."

Grateful for the opportunity, I smiled and replied, "Thank you, sir."

His face softened into a warm smile as he said, "God bless you, Lisa. May you have a bright future. In this generation, I've often seen girls doing nothing, but you are truly hardworking, dear."

His words filled me with a sense of pride and determination, knowing that I had someone like Mr. Machan guiding me toward success.

"Go and retrieve the file from the staff room. I'll guide you, dear," Mr. Machan instructed, his eyes warm with paternal care. I nodded in response, stepping out of his office into the bustling hallway.

As I walked, my thoughts were interrupted by the sight of Sir Taehyung striding purposefully towards me. His demeanor was markedly different today, emanating an air of intensity and unpredictability.

Despite the customary nods and greetings from the staff, he remained silent, his eyes focused ahead as he disappeared into his office.

A sense of apprehension washed over me, wondering what could have transpired to leave him in such a state.

The usual calm and composed demeanor of our company's owner is now replaced by an unsettling aura of mystery and concern.

I decided to check on him, my concern outweighing any hesitation. Approaching his door, I knocked gently and awaited his response. "Come in," his voice commanded, and I entered cautiously.

Upon entering, I found him in a disquieting state, his hand pressed against his forehead as if battling a fierce headache.

Despite his evident discomfort, his presence remained strikingly handsome. Suppressing any forbidden desires, I greeted him professionally: "Good morning, sir."

He acknowledged me with a nod, his eyes still closed, in an attempt to alleviate his discomfort. Summoning my courage, I inquired, "Sir, may I ask what happened?"

Responding curtly, he explained, "Nothing serious, just a headache. If you could prepare some black tea for me, it would be appreciated."

Though preparing tea was within my job description, I felt an overwhelming urge to alleviate his discomfort and see him relax.

His pain seemed to resonate with me in a way I couldn't quite understand.

With determination, I nodded in response to Sir Taehyung's request. "Sure, sir, I'll prepare it for you," I affirmed before swiftly making my way to his cabinet.

Retrieving his cup, I hurried out of the room, aware of the curious gazes following me.

Arriving at the canteen, I wasted no time in seeking out the necessary ingredients. Approaching the staff, I inquired urgently, "Do you have ginger, chamomile, and brown sugar?"

Thankfully, one of the staff members nodded reassuringly. "Yes, we have everything you need. No worries," they confirmed.

Grateful for their assistance, I requested, "May I use them? And could you please lend me your stove? I need to prepare tea for Sir Taehyung."

Without hesitation, they replied, "Of course, dear, especially if it's for Taehyung, sir."

With their support, I quickly located the ingredients and set about preparing ginger tea, knowing its powerful antioxidants could help alleviate Sir Taehyung's headache by reducing inflammation.

With a sense of urgency, I poured the freshly brewed ginger tea into Sir Taehyung's cup and hurried back to his room.

As I entered, I noticed he had loosened his coat and was rubbing his temples in discomfort.

My heart ached to see him in pain, and I longed to ease his suffering. Placing the tea on his table, I spoke softly, "Sir, it's ready. Please have it."

Before he could even open his eyes, he erupted in frustration. "What is this, Lisa? I asked for black tea, not this."

His sudden outburst caught me off guard, and fear gripped me as he moved closer, his anger palpable.

"Are you denying my words, Lisa? Are you disobeying me?" He demanded, his tone harsh and accusatory.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to explain, "Sir, it's ginger tea. It's good for headaches. Black tea isn't suitable for relieving pain, so I thought, "

As his grip tightened around my arm, a strange mix of firmness and gentleness, Sir Taehyung's concerned voice pierced through the tension: "Why are you crying, doll?"

With a whimper, I struggled to compose myself, tears streaming down my cheeks as I confessed, "I'm sorry, sir. Sorry........ I thought it would help. I didn't mean to disobey you, but I can't bear to see you in distress. I just wanted to make sure it would help you."

His expression softened, a flicker of understanding crossing his features as he released my arm. "It's okay, Lisa. I appreciate your concern," he reassured me, his voice softer now, devoid of the earlier edge. "Thank you for caring."

Relief washed over me as I nodded gratefully, appreciating his understanding. As he raised his hand, I closed my eyes, bracing myself for his touch.

His cold hand gently brushed against my cheek, wiping away my tears and leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

Despite the heat rising within me, I couldn't ignore the forbidden nature of our connection. Opening my eyes, I found him gazing at me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

Abruptly, he withdrew his hand and turned away, heading towards the table. With a sense of longing mingled with restraint, I watched as he picked up the cup of ginger tea and took a sip, settling into the chair.

The air between us crackled with unspoken emotions, a silent acknowledgment of the boundaries that constrained us.

Though his actions had momentarily blurred those lines, we both knew that our paths were divergent and our connection was fraught with complexity.

And so, with a heavy heart, I resigned myself to the reality of our circumstances, silently cursing the unspoken desires that lingered beneath the surface.

His low growl resonated in the room as he savored the tea, acknowledging its effectiveness with a nod. Then, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that made my heart race. "Come to me, doll, and sit close," he commanded.

Nodding hesitantly, I obeyed, dragging the wheeled chair closer to him and taking a seat as instructed. His proximity sent a flurry of emotions coursing through me, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

"Doll," he began, his voice softer now, tinged with regret. "It worked, but my headache is still lingering. I shouldn't have shouted at you earlier, and for that, I want to make it right. As punishment, I'll take you out to dinner tonight."

His unexpected offer took me by surprise, and a blush crept onto my cheeks as I stammered, "No, sir, it's alright. I understand. Perhaps something happened to make you so stressed."

As we sat in tense yet tender silence, I couldn't help but wonder what the evening would hold.

His explanation shed light on the source of his stress, and my concern deepened as he shared the morning's events.

"Lisa, since morning, Rena and Mingyu have been arguing about your topic, and I left without breakfast and am now even feeling drained," he revealed.

Feeling a pang of guilt, I offered, "I can make you breakfast, sir, if you'd like."

He shook his head, declining my offer. "Don't worry, dear. I'll manage. I'm just tired of the daily drama. That's why I've decided not to go to my mansion today."

His decision surprised me, and I couldn't help but feel responsible for adding to his burdens. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to cause you stress. I wish I knew how to help, even to make Mrs. Rena understand," I admitted, my voice tinged with frustration.

Confusion clouded my thoughts as I pondered Mingyu's absence from defending me. Curiosity nags at me as I seek clarification. "Did Mingyu say anything to Mrs. Rena?" I inquired, hoping for insight into the situation.

Sir Taehyung's smile faltered slightly as he responded, "He tried, but as you know, he doesn't speak much, unlike me. Everything I do, I do for you and him."

His words left me pondering the complexities of their relationship and the unspoken tensions within the office.

A nagging question lingered in my mind: Why did Sir Taehyung marry Mrs. Rena? What lay in his heart beneath the facade of duty and responsibility?

Though I yearned to delve deeper into his thoughts and emotions, I hesitated, unsure if I should pry further into his personal life.

For now, I remained content to offer my support and understanding, silently observing the intricate web of relationships that intertwined within our workplace.

As I gazed at him, I felt a wave of admiration wash over me. "You're doing so much for us, sir, and I truly respect you for that," I expressed sincerely.

He acknowledged my words with a nod, a hint of gratitude evident in his eyes. Encouraged by his response, I ventured further: "If you don't mind, can I massage your head? It might help ease your discomfort."

The offer hung in the air, laden with concern and a genuine desire to alleviate his suffering.

With bated breath, I awaited his response, hoping to offer some small measure of comfort in his turmoil.

"Sure, doll, if it's fine with you." With his silent consent, I approached him tentatively, my hands trembling slightly with anticipation.

Gently, I began to massage his temples, my touch careful yet deliberate. As my fingers worked their magic, I couldn't help but notice the rugged contours of his face and the subtle lines etched with years of experience and wisdom.

Lost in the rhythm of my meetings, I found myself yearning for more than just the fleeting connection between employer and employee.

My desire for him, forbidden yet undeniable, simmering beneath the surface, threatening to engulf me in its intensity.

But I pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the task at hand, determined to provide him with the solace he so desperately needed.

As I felt the tension melt away beneath my touch, a sense of contentment washed over me, knowing that even during the chaos, I could offer him a moment of respite.

"Is that fine, sir?" As I paused to inquire if he was comfortable, his nod of approval and the soft praise that followed stirred a mixture of emotions within me.

"Your hands are so relaxing and soft, Lisa. I love it," he murmured, his words sending a shiver down my spine.

My heart ached as he confessed the struggles he faced in handling his life.

Despite the facade of strength he projected, it was evident that beneath it all, he carried burdens too heavy for one person to bear alone.

A deep sense of empathy washed over me, driving me to want to alleviate his pain and bring a semblance of happiness to his troubled existence.

My admiration for him only grew stronger, mingled with a desire to understand the complexities of his life and to unravel the mysteries that shrouded him in silence.

But even as I yearned to delve deeper into his world, I couldn't shake the lingering question: Why did I feel this way?

Why did his happiness matter so much to me?

The answer eluded me, buried beneath layers of longing and unspoken desires.

Yet, in that moment, all that mattered was the opportunity to provide him with a moment of peace and to offer him the solace he so desperately craved.

❝TAEHYUNG❞

As Lisa's soft hands glided over my head, a wave of comfort washed over me. Her care and tenderness were unlike anything I had experienced before.

Yet, amidst the soothing sensation, a troubling thought nags at me:

Why was I feeling this way about her?

I couldn't shake the desire to use her for my own pleasure and spend the night with her, despite knowing it was wrong.

Despite my conflicting emotions, I allowed myself to bask in the momentary respite she provided.

The ginger tea she prepared for my headache, coupled with her gentle massages, offered a fleeting escape from the turmoil of my thoughts.

As she paused, I reached out to grasp her hand, a gesture of gratitude for her kindness. "Thank you, doll," I murmured, noticing the blush that colored her cheeks.

"You are so kind, Lisa," I continued, feeling a pang of guilt for harboring impure thoughts about her. "Thank you. Now, go and attend to your duties."

With a reluctant nod, I released her hand, silently wrestling with the conflicting emotions that threatened to consume me.

I couldn't help but wonder why her presence had such a profound effect on me, stirring feelings I had long buried beneath a facade of detachment.

As Lisa responded with her usual kindness and willingness to assist, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for the manipulative thoughts that lingered in the recesses of my mind.

"If you say so, sir, but if you need anything, do tell me, please," she offered, her sincerity evident in her voice.

With a nod, I reassured her, "Sure, doll. Now go and attend to your work, and be sure to show me your progress, okay?"

Watching her as she took the cup of tea and departed, a smile tugged at the corners of my lips.

Closing my eyes, I leaned back in my chair, relishing in the anticipation of the scheme I had set in motion.

The thought of manipulating Lisa against Mingyu filled me with a sense of excitement, and the prospect of orchestrating such intricacies proved irresistible.

Yet, beneath the veneer of satisfaction, a seed of doubt lingered, whispering reminders of the moral boundaries I was tiptoeing dangerously close to.

Pushing aside those nagging doubts, I allowed myself to revel in the thrill of the game, eagerly awaiting the unfolding of my carefully laid plans.

As the day drew to a close, I stepped out of my office and spotted Lisa diligently working alongside Machan.

Her dedication and hard work did not go unnoticed, and a sense of pride swelled within me as I observed her in action.

Turning to her, I instructed, "Wind up your work, Lisa. It's time to go, okay?"

She nodded in acknowledgment, her expression a mix of determination and readiness to comply. "Sure, sir," she replied earnestly.

Glancing at Machan, I inquired about Lisa's performance. "So, Machan, is she working well?" I asked, seeking validation of her efforts.

Machan nodded approvingly, his eyes reflecting admiration for Lisa's capabilities. "Sir, she is an excellent worker. Lisa learns everything quickly and even helps others too," he affirmed.

Pleased with his assessment, I turned back to Lisa, a smile playing on my lips. "So, I guess she deserves a reward. What do you say, Machan?" I proposed.

Machan's agreement was swift. "Yes, sir, she deserves it," he concurred, echoing my sentiment.

"So come with me, little doll; let me reward you," I whispered, my voice dripping with a mix of possessiveness and desire.

I could feel the heat rising between us, my hard d-ck throbbing with anticipation. The thought of burying myself deep inside her sweet little p-ssy consumed my mind.

Oh, f-ck, Taehyung, I thought—a mix of frustration and undeniable arousal. Just stop. Not now.

My mind is racing with the desire to claim her completely. "Just calm," I told myself, my inner voice urging restraint. "Let my prey be trapped in my grasp."

With a nod of agreement from Lisa, we made our way out of the company premises. As we approached, a guard respectfully bowed before me, awaiting my instructions.

Handing him the keys to my Porsche, I instructed, "Bring my car from the parking lot."

He nodded in acknowledgment, swiftly taking the keys and heading off to retrieve the vehicle. Turning back to Lisa, I gently reminded her of our earlier conversation.

"Lisa, remember what I told you this morning? I'll be taking you out to dinner. Well, as per my 'punishment' and your reward, I'm taking you to my penthouse tonight. I don't feel like going back to my mansion, and for your reward, I'll be cooking for you," I explained, a hint of anticipation in my voice.

As we awaited the return of the guard with my car, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of spending the evening with Lisa, away from the confines of work and responsibilities.

As Lisa looked up at me with concern, she questioned, "Sir, what is the need for this? It's already fine."

Gently patting her head, I replied, "Be obedient to me, Lisa. Do you deny your boss's request?"

She shook her head, her expression a mix of compliance and hesitance. "No, sir, I won't. But if it's dinner, may I make a request? If you allow, can I prepare it? I love cooking, and I want to do this for you. You're doing so much, and you need rest, please, sir," she pleaded earnestly.

Her words touched me, revealing her selflessness and genuine desire to contribute. Here was Lisa, selflessly offering to take care of me, despite her own weariness.

With a smile, I nodded in agreement. "Very well, Lisa. Your request is granted. I look forward to tasting your culinary skills," I replied, grateful for her thoughtfulness and eagerness to indulge in her cooking.

As we settled into the car, with me in the driver's seat and Lisa beside me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility towards her comfort.

It was unusual for me to inquire about such matters, especially with a woman, but for some reason, I felt compelled to ensure her ease.

"Are you ready and comfortable, Lisa?" I asked, my voice betraying a hint of concern.

To my surprise, she nodded with a reassuring smile. "Yes, sir, I'm fine and comfortable. I feel quite at ease with you. I trust you, sir," she replied, her words laced with sincerity.

Her trust in me stirred a warmth within me, igniting a sense of duty to ensure her safety and well-being. With a nod of satisfaction, I started the car, ready to embark on our evening together.

Once we arrived at my penthouse, I signaled for the guard to open the car door, and together Lisa and I stepped out.

Handing the keys to the guard, I couldn't help but notice the anticipation in Lisa's eyes, a hint of wonderment mingling with curiosity.

"Welcome to my private space, doll." I greeted her, my tone warm, as I gestured for her to follow me.

As we made our way inside, I entered the password into the gate, causing it to open with a soft hum.

Stepping into the lavish interior of my penthouse, I watched as Lisa's eyes widened in awe.

Every corner exuded luxury and sophistication, from the sleek design to the state-of-the-art amenities.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as I led Lisa through the expansive space, showcasing the gym, the pool, and every modern convenience imaginable.

It was a testament to my success and status, and I was pleased to share it with her.

Gazing at Lisa with a sense of satisfaction, I awaited her response to my penthouse. "Like it, doll?" I inquired, eager to hear her thoughts.

Her nod of approval was accompanied by a heartfelt compliment. "Your penthouse is so opulent and very elegant," she remarked, her admiration evident in her voice.

Returning her smile, I felt a surge of pride at her appreciation. "Thank you, Lisa," I replied warmly.

"Allow me to take you on a tour of my penthouse, doll," I offered, extending my arm in invitation.

With a nod of agreement, Lisa followed me eagerly as we embarked on a journey through the luxurious expanse of my private sanctuary and my garden.

Each room held its own charm and allure, and I took pleasure in sharing it with her, reveling in her company as we explored every corner of my opulent abode.

After we toured the penthouse, we returned to the main living room. Sensing an opportunity to connect with Lisa on a deeper level, I decided to engage her emotionally.

"Make yourself comfortable, doll," I suggested with a gentle smile.

To my surprise, Lisa's response was unexpected yet endearing. "I'm fine, sir. Can I make dinner?" she proposed.

Her offer caught me off guard, but I welcomed it nonetheless. "Of course, Lisa. But I'll help you too," I replied, eager to share this intimate moment with her.

As Lisa pouted and insisted that I should rest due to my earlier headache, I couldn't help but admire her caring nature.

"Sir, please, no. You already had a headache this morning. I want you to take a rest. I'll take care of dinner. Just tell me where the kitchen is, and I'll handle it," she pleaded earnestly.

Her concern touched me deeply, and I relented with a nod. "It's on the left, and everything you need is in the pantry. You'll find it there," I directed her.

With a smile, Lisa expressed her gratitude and assured me of her capability. "Sure, just wait for me. I'll come. Please stay," she requested, her sincerity shining through her words.

As she made her way to the kitchen, I took the opportunity to prepare myself, intending to seduce her subtly.

I removed my coat, tousled my hair, rolled up my sleeves, and loosened a few buttons on my shirt, all in an attempt to captivate her attention and stir her emotions.

Confident in my charm and allure, I understood the power I held over women, regardless of age. With Lisa, I sensed an opportunity to exert my dominance and captivate her mind entirely.

I planned to ensnare her thoughts, gradually erasing any lingering attachments to others until she could think of nothing but me.

As I adjusted my appearance to enhance my appeal, I focused on projecting an aura of irresistible magnetism.

Every move was calculated, and every gesture was designed to heighten her attraction to me.

With each deliberate action, I aimed to embed myself deeper into her consciousness until she could no longer resist the pull of my presence.

It was a game of seduction and manipulation, one that required finesse and control. But I was determined to emerge victorious, to make Lisa mine in every sense of the word.

As I awaited her return, a sense of anticipation coursed through me, knowing that with each passing moment, I drew closer to achieving my ultimate goal.

The idea of her crying out my name and trembling beneath me drove me wild with desire.

I imagined claiming her completely, making her mine in every sense of the word.

The thought of her wearing the marks of our connection—her skin flushed and branded by my touch—filled me with primal satisfaction.

I wanted to push her to the edge, to make her lose control and surrender to the passion that simmered just beneath the surface.

I envisioned the way her body would arch beneath me, the way she would gasp and moan as I drove her to the brink of ecstasy.

Her submission would be a victory, a testament to my power over her. The thought of her finally giving in—her eyes filled with a mix of submission and desire—made my heart race with anticipation.

The thrill of the hunt and the idea of her being trapped in my grasp were intoxicating. I wanted her to realize she couldn't escape and to understand that she belonged in my bed.

The power I held over her was exhilarating, and I knew that I wouldn't stop until she was completely and utterly claimed.

As soon as Lisa emerged from the kitchen, carrying a rolling tray laden with delicious homemade dishes, I couldn't help but admire her culinary skills.

With a smile, I approached her, offering my assistance as we set the table together.

The spread before us was impressive, featuring a variety of dishes, including chicken, rice, and a delectable sweet treat.

Taking a seat, I gazed at Lisa with a mixture of admiration and affection. "It's too much, baby doll, but it looks tasty," I complimented her, unable to resist a playful tease. Just like you are, I added silently in my mind, feeling a surge of desire stir within me.

Blushing at the compliment, Lisa urged me to taste her creations. "Please, taste it, sir," she insisted, her eyes reflecting a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

I nodded in agreement and eagerly served myself a generous portion, unable to wait any longer to savor the flavors she had crafted.

As I took my first bite, I was met with a burst of deliciousness that surpassed all expectations. "It's delicious," I praised sincerely, my taste buds tingling with pleasure.

With each mouthful, I found myself drawn deeper into the culinary masterpiece before me.

As we finished our meal, Lisa began to gather the dishes, but I quickly intervened, halting her efforts. "Don't worry, I have my maid come here in the morning and even in the evening, so don't bother yourself to wash it, doll. Now, come and have some relaxation."

I insisted, wanting to ensure her comfort and ease. Despite the stresses of the office, I longed for a moment of tranquility, and I hoped she would join me.

"Despite the office stress, I want to relax. If you don't mind, little doll," I added, hoping she would understand my desire to unwind in her company.

She nodded and said, "Sure, sir," her voice carrying a slight hesitation.

As I spoke, my gaze lingered on her, conveying both command and invitation. "Come with me to the terrace," I instructed.

With another nod, she fell into step beside me, and together we made our way to the lift located within my penthouse.

Inside the lift, the air was tense with anticipation. As we ascended to the terrace, a cool breeze greeted us upon arrival, offering a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the penthouse.

I gestured for Lisa to take a seat on the plush couch positioned against the railing, and I settled beside her.

In the silence that followed, I noticed Lisa's gaze fixed on me, her eyes betraying a mixture of emotions. There was something unspoken between us, a tension that hung in the air like a veil.

I could sense her resistance, her internal struggle, reflected in the subtle furrow of her brow and the slight tremble of her hands.

"Is everything alright, Lisa?" I inquired softly, breaking the silence that enveloped us.

Her voice was hesitant yet curious as she sought permission to delve into personal territory. I offered a reassuring nod, encouraging her to continue with her inquiry.

"Sir, if you don't mind, can I ask you something?" She began tentatively. I nodded again, signaling for her to proceed.

"Sir, maybe it's personal, but I want to ask about your life. I mean, did you ever fall in love with someone, or... and why did you marry Mrs. Rena? I mean, Mingyu told me that his mother divorced her husband. I mean, I'm sorry, I just want to know," she explained, her words tumbling out in a rush as she voiced her curiosity.

Internally, I chuckled at her unwitting descent into my carefully laid trap. It seemed my façade of a lonely and melancholic figure had ensnared her curiosity, prompting her to seek insights into my past and motivations.

Taking a moment to compose myself, I regarded her with a thoughtful expression before responding.

"It's quite alright, Lisa. Your questions are valid," I replied, carefully choosing my words to maintain the desired image of a somber yet enigmatic figure.

"Perhaps over time, you'll come to understand the complexities of life and the choices one must make."

Her gaze held a mixture of concern and regret as she spoke, her words tinged with a hint of apology. "I'm sorry if I went too far in asking this. I guess I shouldn't delve into such personal matters."

She admitted, her voice softening with each word. "Sir, you love Mingyu like your own son, even though he is your stepson, and fight for us."

I maintained a solemn expression, mirroring her apparent remorse while internally wrestling with my own conflicting emotions.

Though my heart felt heavy with the weight of my secrets of womanizing, I knew the importance of maintaining the façade I had carefully crafted.

"It's alright, Lisa," I reassured her gently, offering a faint yet genuine smile. "Your curiosity is understandable, given the circumstances. And yes, I do care deeply for Mingyu," I affirmed, my voice carrying a subtle undercurrent of emotion.

"Sometimes, the bonds we form are not bound by blood, but by something more profound. I will fight for you and Mingyu, as I want to bring lovers together."

As I lied, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow for the complexities of my situation, for the truths I couldn't reveal, and for the burdens I bore alone. I hate Mingyu, and I'll soon throw him out of your life, Lisa.

As I gazed into Lisa's eyes, I hesitated before speaking. "Lisa, I want to share something about my life with you, but I fear your compassionate heart may struggle to bear it."

My words dripped with deceit as I spun a web of lies, manipulating her innocence to suit my desires. The insatiable urge to possess her clouded my judgment, driving me to fabricate tales of betrayal and heartache.

"I loved a woman deeply," I continued, my voice trembling with fake emotion. "We were bound by love, and I made her my wife. Yet, just a year into our marriage, I discovered her cheating on me with another man." As the words left my lips, I watched as disbelief flickered across Lisa's features, her eyes widening in shock.

"Why would she betray someone as caring and respectful as you? Why did she cheat on you?" Lisa's voice trembled with genuine concern, her innocence piercing through my facade like a knife.

The weight of my deception hung heavy in the air, yet I pressed on, weaving a tapestry of half-truths and falsehoods to ensnare her further in my deceitful grasp.

With a heavy heart, I met Lisa's gaze and confessed, "Lisa, I was shattered beyond repair. My life plunged into darkness, devoid of any flicker of joy or happiness."

Inside, a sinister smile tugged at the corners of my lips, reveling in the manipulation unfolding before me.

"You must have been shocked," I remarked, my voice tinged with feigned innocence. "But you see, my marriage to Mr. Rena was merely a facade, a business arrangement devoid of any true affection. In truth, Lisa, I've never experienced love." The words spilled from my lips effortlessly, each syllable crafted to evoke sympathy and pity.

"As hard as it may be to believe," I continued, my smile masking the emptiness within. "Every woman who crossed my path did so for their own selfish gains—money, business, physical pleasure, or simply to bask in my perceived charm. But none cared for the man beneath the facade." My words echoed hollowly in the room, a testament to the depths of my deceit.

As I stood up and walked towards the wall, I sensed Lisa's presence trailing behind me. With a heavy heart, she voiced her confusion, her words laced with genuine sadness.

"I'm at a loss, sir," she began softly. "I don't know how to ease your pain. But what bewilders me is how someone as good-hearted as you could be subjected to betrayal and a lack of love."

Her words hung in the air, a poignant reflection of the tumultuous emotions swirling within her.

Turning to face Lisa, I met her gaze, my own eyes clouded with a mixture of anguish and deceit. "Sometimes, Lisa,"

I replied, my voice tinged with melancholy, "Even the best of us find ourselves ensnared in the darkness of deception and loneliness. It's a cruel irony of life."

My words carried the weight of a lifetime of fabricated truths, each syllable is carefully chosen to maintain the facade of vulnerability and innocence, and I am not just playing with her heart a bit to get her sympathy.

As the silence settled between us, I couldn't help but marvel at the depth of Lisa's empathy, even in the face of my carefully constructed lies.

Yet beneath her compassionate gaze, I remained steadfast in my deception, a master manipulator weaving a tangled web of deceit.

Lisa's voice trembled, breaking with emotion as she uttered, "I didn't realize you were carrying such sorrow, sir. I never imagined you to be so profoundly alone."

Her words pierced through the facade I had carefully constructed, stirring something within me that I dared not acknowledge.

"Why do you carry such sadness?" she inquired, feigning innocence as I turned to face her, masking my true intentions behind a veil of deception.

Her gaze softened with compassion as she looked at me, the depth of her empathy shining through the sadness in her eyes.

"Sir, may I offer you a hug?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know why, but I can't bear to see you in such pain. You deserve happiness and love."

Her words struck a chord deep within me, threatening to unravel the carefully woven threads of deceit that bound me.

Yet, despite the turmoil raging within, I maintained my composure, masking my true intentions behind a facade of gratitude.

"Thank you, Lisa," I replied, my voice tinged with false humility. "Your kindness is truly appreciated."

And with that, I allowed her to envelop me in her embrace, all the while concealing the darkness that lurked within my soul.

As Lisa's warmth enveloped me in her embrace, I couldn't help but inhale the sweet scent of her hair, a tantalizing aroma that stirred something primal within me.

With every caress of her back, I felt the animalistic urges within me rise, threatening to break free from the facade of control I had painstakingly crafted.

Her body pressed against mine, sending sparks of electricity coursing through my veins, igniting a primal desire that I struggled to contain.

At that moment, all I could think about was exploring every inch of her soft, delicate form, indulging in the forbidden pleasure that beckoned tantalizingly close.

I wanted to f-ck her harder now that she was here. I wanted to hear her scream. I wanted to make her obey my will and desire. She is so too my perfect toy.

As we reluctantly broke apart, I composed myself, the facade of innocence firmly back in place as I spoke to her. "I married Rena out of duty," I confessed, my voice tinged with regret.

"Her father was a close friend of my father friend and despite the shattered fragments of my heart and home, my father insisted on my happiness. It was a marriage born out of necessity, both for business and for the sake of her son, a divorcee left with no one else to rely on. I found myself not only responsible for her but also for managing her company alongside my own."

I met her gaze with a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability, my words carrying a plea for secrecy and understanding.

"Lisa, don't ever tell my past to anyone. It's a part of me, a pain I've shared with you, doll. Please don't betray my trust," I implored, my voice tinged with raw sincerity.

Her eyes softened with empathy as she responded, her reassurance bringing a sense of relief to my troubled heart.

"I would never break your trust, and I would never tell anyone about this," she vowed earnestly. "But you are a strong man, bearing all the pain," she added, her admiration evident in her voice.

With each word, I wove a tapestry of half-truths and deceit, carefully concealing the dark desires that simmered beneath the surface.

As I glanced at Lisa, her innocence shimmering in the dim light, I couldn't help but wonder how far I could push the boundaries of my deception before the truth consumed us both.

"I will pray to God that your soul will be filled with happiness and that love removes all your sadness." Lisa's compassion touched me deeply as she spoke; her words were a balm to the ache within my soul.

"Thank you, Lisa," I murmured, genuine gratitude coloring my tone. "Your prayers mean more to me than you know. I'll heed your advice and take care of myself."

As I offered to escort her home, Lisa's gentle refusal tugged at my heartstrings. "No worries, sir," she reassured me with a soft smile. "I'll accompany your driver. Please take rest and prioritize your well-being."

With a nod of understanding, I acquiesced to her request. "Of course, dear Lisa," I replied, a hint of affection creeping into my voice. "I'll have one of my guards escort you safely home. Please inform me once you've arrived."

A playful smile graced Lisa's lips as she lightly bit her own, a gesture that sparked a flicker of amusement within me. "Sir, we haven't exchanged numbers yet," she pointed out, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Chuckling softly, I nodded in agreement. "You're right, Lisa. Let's rectify that oversight now, shall we?" With that, we both reached for our cell phones, exchanging contact information with ease.

"It's always good to have a line of communication open," I remarked, my tone warm and reassuring. "If you ever need assistance or just someone to talk to, don't hesitate to reach out, okay?"

As Lisa nodded in agreement, I watched her go, a pang of regret mingling with the lingering warmth of her presence.

I was left alone with my thoughts, the weight of my deception heavy upon my shoulders, yet strangely comforted by the fleeting connection we shared.

A dark chuckle escaped my lips as I envisioned Lisa by my side, her presence a tantalizing prospect that stirred a forbidden desire within me.

With a swift motion, I retrieved my iPhone, swiftly navigating to my messages and dialing my trusted guard, Wonsik.

"Ensure Lisa reaches her destination safely," I instructed him firmly, the authority in my voice leaving no room for question.

As I glanced down from my penthouse window, I observed Wonsik gesturing for Lisa to follow him toward the waiting car.

A surge of satisfaction washed over me as I caught her gaze, her smile a silent acknowledgment of our shared understanding.

With a nod of assurance, I watched as Lisa settled into the backseat, Wonsik by her side before the car pulled away into the night.

As I stood alone in the quiet of my penthouse, a sense of triumph washed over me, knowing that I held sway over her thoughts and actions.

In this game of manipulation, victory was assured, and Lisa was but a toy in my f-ck game.