‧₊˚✧TAEHYUNG✧˚₊‧

The next day, I sat in my office, exuding an air of dominance and desire, my mind already consumed with thoughts of manipulating Lisa.

Anticipation coursed through me as I awaited her arrival, eager to exert my influence over her once more. I had already taken the invitation from Machan for the party and charity event.

A gentle knock on the door signaled her entrance, and I granted her permission to come in, knowing it could only be Lisa.

As she stepped into the room, her presence enveloped me, accompanied by the sweet scent of strawberries that always seemed to linger around her.

She was holding a big bag and a handbag. I gestured for her to take them to the side of the cabinet. She was dressed in her usual formal attire, yet her demeanor betrayed a mixture of sadness and longing.

Our eyes met, and she greeted me with a respectful bow, her voice soft and polite as she said, "Good morning, sir." The tension between us was palpable.

She stood before me, her demeanor apologetic as she explained, "Sorry, I woke up late and didn't have time to change into my usual dress. I'm sorry for breaking your rule, sir," her voice was on the verge of trembling with emotion.

Stepping closer to her, I reassured her gently, "Hey, it's okay, doll. You look good in that, and these things happen. I understand," my tone softened as I tried to comfort her.

But as she stepped back slightly, maintaining a distance that frustrated me, she expressed her gratitude, saying, "Sir, thank you. I'll bring your black tea and then show you the presentation for the new project."

Before she could make a move, I reached out and firmly grasped her hand, my voice taking on a cold and dominant edge.

"Lisa, wait. You're not going anywhere until I allow it," I commanded, holding her gaze with unwavering determination.

She nodded in compliance, her eyes meeting mine as I continued, "Come, sit with me for a while, doll."

Leading her to the couch, I couldn't shake the feeling of longing mixed with frustration as I sought to assert my control over her once more.

Closing the physical distance between us, I met Lisa's gaze with a mixture of concern and feigned ignorance.

Her tear-stained face looked up at me, filled with a mixture of relief and fear. I softened my voice, trying to reassure her.

"Lisa, tell me what's going on. Think of me as a friend, not just your boss," I said gently, my tone betraying genuine concern. "You seem down, and it's affecting your work. Please speak to me."

I reached out and took her hand, trying to offer comfort amidst the chaos of the moment. "Doll, trust me," I added, my words laced with empathy.

Deep down, a conflicting storm brewed within me. While my protective instincts were fierce, there was something else, something darker.

I couldn't deny the rush of possessiveness that surged through me as I held her hand. It was a dangerous desire, one that threatened to consume the fragile boundaries I had carefully maintained.

As she opened up to me, her voice carrying a weight of distress, my heart skipped a beat despite my outward composure.

"Sir, yesterday I called Mingyu to meet me, but something happened that I didn't like. He tried to touch me against my will, and I had to push him away," she confessed, her words confirming the suspicions that had been swirling in my mind.

Though I already knew the truth, I maintained the façade of ignorance, nodding sympathetically as if hearing the story for the first time.

Inside, however, a storm of emotions raged within me, torn between empathy for Lisa's plight and the vindictive satisfaction of Mingyu's betrayal.

As Lisa poured her heart out to me, tears streaming down her cheeks, she uttered words of self-blame.

"I guess it's my mistake. I don't know what's been happening to me these days, sir. I know I am so weird. I know I am not like other girls; it's like I have set my limits," she confessed, her voice choked with emotion.

Gently cupping her face in my hands, I moved closer, meeting her tear-filled eyes with a softened gaze.

"Lisa, it's not your fault," I reassured her, my voice tender and comforting. "What happened with Mingyu was his mistake. If he truly loves you, he would respect your decisions and boundaries."

Unable to resist the urge to offer her solace, I leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, my actions conveying a sense of warmth and protection.

As Lisa gazed into my eyes, her cheeks tinted with a delicate blush, she began to speak, her words faltering with uncertainty. "Sir, what..."

Interrupting her gently, I pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her. "Don't, Lisa. You don't need to say anything," I interjected softly, my voice filled with understanding and compassion.

At that moment, I realized that my concern for her outweighed any desire to manipulate or control her.

Surprised by my own tenderness toward her, I found myself grappling with unfamiliar emotions.

Lisa's presence seemed to stir something within me that I had never experienced before—a sense of warmth and vulnerability that I had long kept hidden.

As she continued to gaze at me, her eyes searching for answers, I couldn't help but wonder what power she held over my heart.

It was a feeling both exhilarating and unsettling, one that left me questioning the depths of my own desires and the true nature of our connection.

"You are so pure and innocent, Lisa," I murmured softly, a pang of admiration mixed with protectiveness coursing through me. "Relax yourself, baby doll, and don't worry."

As tears welled up in her eyes, I gently wiped them away, offering her reassurance. "Don't worry about it. I'll talk to Mingyu about what happened. But for now, let's leave this topic behind. Don't engage with him further," I advised, my tone firm yet comforting.

Leaning in closer, I continued, "As a piece of advice, give yourself and him some space, Lisa. It's a common occurrence in relationships, and sometimes a little distance can help mend things.

"With a reassuring smile, I hoped to ease her troubled mind and guide her towards a path of healing and understanding.

With a gentle sigh, Lisa nodded, her expression reflecting a mix of gratitude and uncertainty. "Thank you, sir. I'll try to give us both some space, but please don't talk with Mingyu," she murmured softly, her voice tinged with determination.

I offered her a reassuring smile, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions. Despite my own desires and manipulative tendencies, I couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility towards Lisa's well-being.

As she rose to her feet, preparing to leave, I reached out to grasp her hand briefly. "Okay, if you say so, take care, Lisa," I said softly, my gaze lingering on her face for a moment longer before she turned and made her way out of the office.

I met Lisa's gaze with a gentle yet firm expression. "Now, can I have my tea, doll?" I inquired, breaking the moment of introspection.

She nodded, her smile reflecting a hint of gratitude for the distraction. "Of course, sir. I'll prepare it for you," she replied, her voice tinged with warmth.

Before she could turn away, I held her gaze, offering words of comfort and encouragement. "Doll, be happy. Don't let this weigh you down. It happens, and worrying won't change the outcome. As for Mingyu, he'll be fine," I assured her, my voice filled with conviction.

Leaning in closer, I continued, "Relax yourself. I can't bear to see my sweet, obedient girl like this. So, consider it my order that the next time I see you, you'll be your usual happy, bubbly self, okay?"

With a reassuring pat on her shoulder, I released her, allowing her to attend to her task. As she moved away, I couldn't help but hope that my words had brought a glimmer of solace to her troubled heart.

Watching her depart, I couldn't shake the feeling of turmoil that churned within me.

Lisa's innocence and purity had stirred something unfamiliar in my heart, challenging my preconceived notions and stirring a desire to protect her at all costs.

As I pondered the complexities of our relationship, I vowed to navigate the delicate balance between manipulation and genuine care with caution, knowing that the path ahead would be fraught with uncertainty and temptation.

Lost in the labyrinth of my thoughts, I pondered the enigma that was Lisa. Her innocence, her purity—they were like a beacon in the darkness of my desires, drawing me in with an irresistible allure.

Yet, beneath the surface, a tempest raged within me. My heart yearned to become a sinner, to succumb to the intoxicating pull of her presence.

And yet, there was a whisper of solace in the knowledge that beyond these sins lay a semblance of peace, a fleeting moment of respite from the chaos of my desires.

In her, I saw the promise of a new dawn, a blissful morning to chase away the shadows of my past.

And though she may not know my intentions, I vowed to steal her breath away, to immerse myself in the warmth of her innocence and the light of her purity, if only for a fleeting moment in time.

As I worked diligently at my desk, Lisa returned with a tray bearing my black tea, setting it down before me with a gentle clink.

The sound of rain intensified outside, a heavy downpour that seemed to envelop the world in its embrace.

"Thank you, doll," I acknowledged, offering her a nod of appreciation for her thoughtfulness.

Lisa's gaze turned towards the window, her eyes lighting up with excitement at the sight of the rain. "Oh, wow, it's raining," she remarked, a hint of wonder in her voice.

Curiosity piqued, and I couldn't resist asking, "Do you like the rain?"

A smile lit up Lisa's face as she responded, "I love it."

Observing her joyful expression, I took a leisurely sip of my tea before casually remarking, "Well, I like seeing you smile. Have you prepared everything for our trip?"

With a nod, she affirmed, "Yes, sir. My bag is already packed."

Satisfied with her readiness, I nodded in approval. "That's good to hear. Let's get going then," I declared.

As Lisa agreed with a smile, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that I had succeeded in bringing a moment of joy to her day. She took her bag and purse from the cabinet.

Looking at her, I offered, "Let me hold it, okay?"

She looked back at me and replied, "No, sir. You are my boss. I'll take it."

I chuckled at her response and insisted, "You have to listen to your boss, baby doll."

She nodded in agreement, and I took her bag.

With a nod of acknowledgment, we exited my office and made our way through the corridors of my company.

The guards stationed at the entrance offered us umbrellas, shielding us from the relentless rain as we stepped outside.

Navigating through the wet pavement, we reached my car, a sleek Bugatti gleaming in the rain.

I held the door open for Lisa, gesturing for her to take the front seat as I made my way to the driver's side and I put her bag into the back seat.

Settling into the driver's seat, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Lisa, her presence beside me adding a touch of warmth to the otherwise gloomy day. With a smile, I started the engine.

"Sir, what about the other staff?" As Lisa questioned whether we needed to bring along our staff, I reassured her with a gentle smile.

"Doll, it's just a simple meeting with a friend of mine; I don't think I need more staff than a smart little doll like you," I explained, hoping to ease any concerns she may have had.

With her nod of understanding, I resumed driving, the gentle hum of the engine accompanying our journey.

Soon, we arrived at a secluded spot surrounded by lush greenery, a tranquil oasis amidst the bustling city.

Parking the car to the side, I glanced at Lisa, her eyes alight with happiness as she took in the serene surroundings.

"Lisa, remember to control your emotions. I want you to be okay," I reminded her softly, my concern for her well-being evident in my voice.

Her smile remained unwavering as she assured me, "I am fine, sir." Taking a moment to appreciate the beauty around us, she remarked, "It's so beautiful. I like that."

In that moment, as we sat together in the embrace of nature,

As I continued to drive, a mischievous smile played on my lips as I devised a subtle yet intentional gesture.

With a deliberate motion, I lightly brushed my hand against Lisa's thigh while shifting gears, feigning innocence as if it were a mere accident.

I felt her breath hitch for a moment, a subtle reaction that betrayed her underlying excitement.

Repeating the gesture a second time, I observed her closely, noting the absence of any outward response.

However, the subtle change in her breathing pattern and the slight flutter of her eyelashes told me everything I needed to know—she was enjoying the attention, albeit discreetly.

As I focused on the road ahead, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that I had managed to elicit such a response from Lisa, even if it was through subtle means.

As I looked at her, I emphasized, "Lisa, you need to be confident, okay?"

She nodded in agreement and expressed her gratitude, saying, "Sir, I am very grateful to have a boss like you. You are not only a great boss but also a good man and adviser."

A smile crept onto my lips at her words, and I replied warmly, "You are a good girl, Lisa."

Taking charge of the situation, I instructed, "First, we will go to my penthouse, where we will get ready for the party. We're already late, and I need to prepare my bag. So, you have to get ready, okay? Did you bring your black dress, doll?"

She nodded in affirmation, replying, "Yes, sir. I have my party dress."

Internally, I chuckled at the thought of us both looking perfect in black. I decided to wear black as well, ensuring that we would complement each other perfectly.

Upon reaching my penthouse, my guard promptly opened the car door for us, allowing us to step out. We made our way inside, and I entered the password to unlock the door.

As we stepped into the luxurious space of my penthouse, a sense of familiarity washed over me.

The guard, ever attentive to his duties, retrieved the bag from the car and handed it to Lisa with a respectful bow.

Acknowledging his gesture, I nodded before dismissing him with a wave of my hand. With the guard's departure, it was just Lisa and me in the privacy of my penthouse.

‧₊˚✧LISA✧˚₊‧

As we entered Sir Taehyung's penthouse, I couldn't help but admire the luxurious surroundings, taking in the elegance of his abode.

As he led me to his bedroom, I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, my mind involuntarily drifting to memories of a recent dream involving him.

Despite my initial embarrassment, I found myself surprisingly at ease in his presence, with an inexplicable sense of relaxation washing over me.

When Sir Taehyung tenderly kissed my forehead and his hand accidentally brushed against my thigh, instead of feeling discomfort, I was overcome with a pleasant sensation.

Looking up at him, I mustered the courage to speak, "Sir, can I use your bathroom if you allow it?"

He nodded reassuringly, his warm gaze meeting mine as he replied, "Sure, doll. No worries, you can use it and relax, but be on time, okay?"

I nodded as Sir Taehyung walked to his closet, and selected his black suit.

Feeling a hint of shyness, I realized that he had likely chosen black to match my attire, knowing it was his favorite color. I had noticed this preference of his before.

While he busied himself in the closet, I opened my bag and retrieved my black dress. Inside, I had packed all the essentials: period pads, makeup, spare clothes, bras, and underwear, among other items.

Among them, I found the new lingerie that the store owner had gifted me, a thoughtful present that I decided to wear for the occasion.

As I stepped into Sir Taehyung's luxurious bathroom, I couldn't help but be awestruck by its opulence. With a sense of admiration, I hung my dress in the closet, alongside my lingerie and makeup.

Stripping off my other clothes, I turned on the shower, reveling in the sensation of the warm water cascading over my skin.

Reaching for Sir Taehyung's body wash, I couldn't resist taking a moment to appreciate its pleasant fragrance.

Glancing at the brand, I was surprised to see that it cost 20 thousand won, leaving me momentarily speechless.

As I closed my eyes under the soothing stream of water, memories of Sir Taehyung's reassuring words flooded my mind.

He had assured me that if he wasn't here, I would be crying, and at that moment, I realized the truth in his words.

It was indeed Mingyu's mistake, and dwelling on it would only bring unnecessary anguish. I resolved to let go of thoughts of Mingyu and focus on enjoying the present moment.

After washing my hair with Sir Taehyung's expensive shampoo, I washed my body with the body wash. It was soothing, and I relaxed my body.

I wrapped myself in a plush towel and quickly dried my hair with another towel.

Spotting a hair dryer nearby, I decided to use it for a more thorough drying.

Once my hair was dry, I hung the towel neatly and swiftly adorned myself in the lacy lingerie and black dress, discarding my previous attire.

Satisfied with my appearance, I hurried back to the room, where I placed my old clothes in my bag and retrieved my makeup box along with my heels and some matching jewelry.

I carefully selected earrings, a bracelet, and my watch to complement my dress.

Making my way to Sir Taehyung's luxurious vanity, I marveled at the expensive items adorning the space. Taking a seat, I began to apply my makeup, ensuring every detail was perfect.

I styled my bangs and spritzed myself with perfume before finally slipping on my heels. With a final glance in the mirror, I was ready to join Sir Taehyung for the evening's event.

As I walked back to my bag and began packing everything, I opted for a light makeup look, preferring simplicity over extravagance.

Suddenly, I noticed Sir Taehyung entering the room. His presence caused me to pause, and when I looked at him, I could see he was visibly impressed.

He stood there, frozen momentarily, and I couldn't help but admire his appearance. He looked incredibly handsome with his wet hair, dressed in his pants, shirt, and coat, but notably missing his tie.

Despite knowing he was off-limits, there was an undeniable attraction that stirred within me. Sir Taehyung had a way of captivating me like no other.

He walked towards me, his gaze locking with mine, and I felt a rush of warmth as he spoke, "You deserve a compliment from me, doll. You look so beautiful."

His knuckles grazed my cheek tenderly, sending a shiver down my spine. Despite the tingling sensation his touch elicited, I maintained my composure.

Suddenly, he withdrew and strode over to his closet. I watched as he selected a bag and meticulously packed his suit and essentials.

With precision, he located his tie and returned to the vanity. Observing him as he styled his hair, applied cologne, and fastened his watch, I couldn't help but admire his attention to detail.

He exuded an air of confidence and elegance, effortlessly carrying himself with grace.

At that moment, I realized the depth of his greatness, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for the remarkable man before me.

As I watched him deftly tie his tie, an impulse overcame me. I found myself drawn to him, compelled to be closer to his presence.

Gathering my courage, I approached him and softly uttered, "Sir, can I do that for you?"

I couldn't explain the inexplicable pull I felt towards him, but the desire to be the focus of his attention consumed me.

Despite the guilt of betraying my boyfriend, Mingyu, I couldn't resist the magnetic pull of Sir Taehyung's presence.

My heart raced with anticipation as I awaited his response, knowing that I was treading dangerous territory.

Sir Taehyung turned to look at me, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then a faint smile graced his lips as he handed me the tie. "Of course, Lisa," he said, his voice soft yet commanding.

As I took the tie from him, my fingers brushed against his, sending a jolt of electricity through me.

With trembling hands, I began to work on the knot, trying to focus on the task at hand despite the overwhelming emotions swirling inside me.

As I adjusted the tie, Sir Taehyung's gaze never left mine, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration at being so close to him.

It was a dangerous game I was playing, but at that moment, I couldn't bring myself to care.

Once the tie was perfectly in place, I stepped back, my heart pounding in my chest. Sir Taehyung's eyes lingered on mine for a moment longer before he nodded in approval.

"Thank you, Lisa," he said softly, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "You always know how to make everything look perfect."

I swallowed hard, struggling to contain the emotions that threatened to spill over. "It's my pleasure, sir," I managed to reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

He looked at me and said, "So let's go, doll." I nodded in agreement and walked over to retrieve my bag and purse while he picked up his suitcase. Together, we made our way out of his penthouse.

As we stepped outside, his guards approached us, ready to assist. Sir Taehyung handed them our suitcases and instructed, "Take them to my car. We're heading to Busan."

One of the guards nodded in acknowledgment and replied, "Yes, sir. I'll inform the staff to prepare your apartment."

Sir Taehyung nodded in approval, confirming, "Yes, do."

I couldn't help but be shocked to learn that Sir Taehyung had an apartment in Busan. His wealth and status never cease to amaze me.

As the guard took our suitcases and loaded them into the car, a luxurious black sedan stood before us, a symbol of Sir Taehyung's opulence.

Taking my hand in his, Sir Taehyung gestured for us to proceed. "Let's go, doll," he said with a warm smile.

Feeling like a princess in his presence, I shyly nodded and grasped his hand, relishing in the warmth and security it provided.

We climbed into the plush interior of the sedan, the driver taking his place behind the wheel while the other guard settled into the front passenger seat.

I glanced out the window, noticing the convoy of SUVs carrying the rest of Sir Taehyung's security team. With about 20 guards accompanying us, I felt a sense of safety enveloping us as the car began to move, setting off on our journey into the evening.

As we arrived at the grand hotel, the chauffeur promptly opened the door for us, and the guards surrounded us, ensuring our safety.

Sir Taehyung held my hand reassuringly and whispered into my ear, "Doll, just forget everything and enjoy. Be confident, okay? I am with you."

His words filled me with a sense of comfort and reassurance, and I nodded in response, biting my lip nervously.

Stepping into the party, we were greeted by an elderly gentleman who addressed Sir Taehyung warmly, "Hello, Mr. Kim! It's so nice to see you. I thought you wouldn't make it."

Sir Taehyung extended his hand to Mr. Hong Son and replied graciously, "Thank you for the kind words. I'm here to congratulate you on the new hotel. It's a business matter, so I had to attend."

Mr. Hong Son's eyes shifted to me, and he complimented, "Your wife is so beautiful, and you look perfect together."

His words caught me off guard, and I couldn't help but blush under his gaze. However, Sir Taehyung quickly clarified, "She's not my wife; she's just my partner for today."

Mr. Hong Son nodded understandingly. "Oh, my apologies. I thought she was your wife. Regardless, she seems to be a perfect match for you. Please, come inside."

With his warm welcome, we entered the party, greeted by an atmosphere of elegance and sophistication, surrounded by people of high class.

As Sir Taehyung led me through the crowd, introducing me to various people, I couldn't shake off the feeling of jealousy that gnawed at me whenever other women attempted to get close to him.

Many assumed we were married or romantically involved, and the thought unsettled me.

Many think I am his woman, but it was so unusual, and I felt a fantasy for this to be his woman.

We approached a large white pergola adorned with smaller paper lanterns, casting a soft glow over the scene.

Under it, a black and white checkered dance floor beckoned, surrounded by a low fence adorned with elaborate ice sculptures of swans.

On the fourth side of the pergola, a stage hosted a string quartet, their ethereal music filling the air with haunting melodies that I didn't recognize.

As we finished dinner, we settled onto the couch, and Sir Taehyung turned to me, inquiring, "Are you fine, doll? Are you enjoying yourself?"

With a nod, I met his gaze confidently, replying, "I'm fine, and I'm loving every moment of it. The atmosphere is so professional and amazing."

In my mind, I couldn't help but think that everything felt more beautiful with him by my side. His presence was like a comforting blanket, wrapping me in warmth and security.

He nodded in response, a hint of admiration in his eyes as he remarked, "I like this confidence, doll."

Curiosity piqued, so I looked at him and asked, "Sir, do you have an apartment here in Busan?"

He nodded and replied, "Yes, I do have an apartment. I mostly reside in penthouses and mansions in different places, even abroad."

I was amazed by his wealth; the sheer scale was almost unimaginable. It wasn't just the material abundance that impressed me, but the way he carried himself with such ease and confidence.

His world seemed so vast and different from mine.

Observing the stage set for a big band, though currently unoccupied, I assumed it was reserved for later entertainment.

Couples began dancing nearby, and a part of me longed to join in, to immerse myself in the night's atmosphere.

Suddenly, Sir Taehyung stood up from the couch, his gaze fixed on me. "Would you like to dance with me, Lisa?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of warmth and invitation. I nodded as I felt so amazed that he was so powerful.

With a nod and a smile, I stood up, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of dancing with Sir Taehyung.

"Yes, sir, I would love to dance with you. It's an honor for me; thank you for asking," I replied, my words tinged with gratitude and anticipation.

He praised my willingness, calling me a "good girl," which sent a shiver down my spine. Despite the forbidden nature of our connection, I couldn't deny the thrill of being in his presence.

Taking my hand in his, Sir Taehyung guided me gracefully onto the dance floor, weaving between the elegant swan sculptures.

We joined the other guests who were congregating and chatting over glasses of Champagne, ready to lose ourselves in the rhythm of the music.

At that moment, I chose to release all my worries, pain, and sorrow. Here and now, I was fully alive.

Nothing else held significance as I surrendered to the rhythm of the music and allowed Sir Taehyung to lead me wherever he desired on the dance floor.

As he moved to the right, I followed suit without hesitation. When he quickened the pace, I matched his movements with equal fervor.

Together, we melded into the music and the dance, becoming one with each other and the moment.

His firm grip on my waist guided my movements, making me feel as fluid and effortless as water.

With each step, I felt a sense of liberation and euphoria, losing myself in the music and the sensation of being held by him.

As the music came to a close, we reluctantly parted ways, though I couldn't deny the pang of sadness at leaving his comforting presence.

The applause from the audience filled our ears, but my attention remained fixed on Sir Taehyung.

A smile graced my lips as I looked at him, realizing at that moment what I had failed to see before Sir Taehyung was the one for me.

In the warmth of his gaze, illuminated by the glow of the dance floor, I saw his perfection clearly for the first time.

It wasn't just the dance or the music; it was the connection we shared and the effortless harmony between us that made me realize he was meant to be in my life.

With newfound clarity, I knew that he was the one I had been searching for all along.

With a heavy heart, I met his gaze, knowing the forbidden nature of our connection. Despite the longing in his eyes, I understood that we could never truly be together.

Suppressing my feelings of desire and yearning, I silently acknowledged the painful truth.

As he led me back to our seats at the party, ensuring my comfort, he complimented me, his words offering a bittersweet solace.

"You did great, Lisa," he said, his voice carrying a hint of admiration. I nodded, my gratitude mingled with an unspoken sadness.

"All thanks to you, sir," I replied softly, unable to convey the turmoil within me.