═*LISA*═

It had been two weeks since I moved in with Taehyung, residing in his luxurious mansion in Paris. He provided me with everything I could need, but material possessions meant little to me.

What mattered most was my love for Taehyung.

Despite his troubled past, I sensed that he needed care and affection. Losing his mother at birth, growing up without her love, and then enduring the pain of failed relationships had left him wounded.

Yet, beneath his tough exterior, I saw a man yearning for connection and understanding.

Taehyung's passion for me was undeniable, and I reveled in the exploration of our sexuality together.

As I dressed for the day, preparing to accompany him to his business deal, I couldn't help but feel grateful for his presence in my life.

He disappeared to change into his suit, leaving me to apply a touch of makeup he had bought for me, expensive and luxurious.

As I realized I needed to make a call to my mother, I quickly grabbed my cell phone and dialed her number.

Hearing her familiar voice on the other end brought a sense of comfort. "My Lisa, how are you?" She greeted me warmly.

A smile spread across my face as I replied, "Missing you, mother, and I love you." Her words echoed with longing as she expressed her desire for me to come home soon. "When will you come, Lisa? I miss you and your dad too," she confessed.

Feeling a pang of sadness at being away from my family, I reassured her, "Mom, I'll soon come; don't worry."

Then, I heard my dad's voice in the background, his concern evident as he chimed in, "Lisa, you're fine, love? I hope you're doing well."

I chuckled softly, feeling their love radiating through the phone. "Dad, I'm happy and fine," I assured him. He laughed, his voice warm with affection. "I can feel it through the cellphone. Well, Lisa, how is Sir Taehyung?" he inquired.

I hesitated for a moment, pondering how to respond. "He's fine, Dad, and now we're going for a meeting. I'll talk to you later, okay?" I promised, eager to end the call and resume our day together.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries and well wishes, I ended the call, feeling a renewed sense of connection with my family, even from afar.

As I watched Taehyung emerge from his closet, dressed in a sharp, dark suit, my heart skipped a beat. He looked effortlessly handsome, his collar askew and tie absent.

Without hesitation, I stepped forward to fix his collar, relishing the opportunity to be close to him.

He approached me with a smile, his eyes filled with admiration. "Looking so beautiful, Lisa, as always. I want to devour you," he murmured, his words sending a blush creeping up my cheeks.

As I straightened his collar, he handed me his tie, a silent request for assistance.

With practiced ease, I neatly placed the tie around his collar, relishing the intimate moment.

Pulling him close, I rewarded him with a lingering kiss, our lips meeting in a sweet collision of desire and affection.

As we broke apart, I met his gaze with a smile. "Let's go," I said, my voice filled with anticipation for the day ahead.

He nodded in agreement, and I grabbed my purse as Taehyung took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers as we walked out of his room.

Despite the opulence surrounding us, it was these simple moments of intimacy and connection that truly mattered. With Taehyung by my side, I felt invincible, ready to conquer whatever challenges lay ahead.

As we made our way downstairs, we encountered the staff bustling about, attending to their duties. I exchanged friendly greetings with them, feeling a sense of warmth and camaraderie.

Uncle Lee Han, the butler, approached us with a respectful bow. "Sir, what would you like to eat for lunch?" he inquired, his manner deferential.

I intervened quickly, feeling compelled to take charge. "Please, Uncle Lee Han, take some rest. I'll prepare lunch," I insisted, eager to contribute in any way I could.

However, Taehyung had other plans. He turned to me, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Lee Han, don't listen to her," he instructed with a playful smile. "Prepare something light, and make sure the staff cleans everything. You know how much I dislike imperfection."

Uncle Lee Han nodded in understanding. "Yes, sir, I know. I'll ensure everything is taken care of. Hope you have a good day," he replied respectfully before hurrying off to fulfill Taehyung's orders.

I couldn't help but smile at the interaction, grateful for the sense of routine. As we stepped out of the mansion, Taehyung's guards were already waiting, standing alert beside their SUV.

A chauffeur stood by the open door of the Audi, ready to assist us.

Taehyung smoothly settled into the driver's seat of the Audi, exuding an air of confidence and control. I took my place beside him, feeling a surge of excitement as he locked the car securely.

With a sense of anticipation, we embarked on our journey, the sleek car gliding effortlessly down the driveway.

As we drove off, I couldn't help but marvel at the seamless coordination of Taehyung's world, where everything was meticulously planned and executed.

As we arrived at Taehyung's new branch, the grandeur of the establishment was undeniable. It bore the mark of Taehyung's sharp intellect and business acumen, a testament to his success in the corporate world.

As we stepped out of the car, his guards bowed respectfully, acknowledging his presence with a mixture of fear and reverence.

Entering the company premises, we were greeted by employees who regarded Taehyung with a mixture of awe and respect. Their deference spoke volumes about his standing within the organization.

Upon reaching his luxurious office, I couldn't help but be awed by its opulence. It exuded an aura of power and authority, reminiscent of a presidential suite yet uniquely tailored to reflect Taehyung's personality and style.

Taehyung's sudden grip caught me off guard, causing me to stumble against him. "Stop it, Taehyung," I protested weakly, feeling a mix of confusion and vulnerability.

But he didn't relent. Instead, he pressed me against the wall with a force that took my breath away. "I wish I could," he whispered hoarsely, his voice tinged with anguish. "You're not good for me, Lisa."

His words pierced through me, a sharp pang of hurt twisting in my chest. "What do you mean you don't want me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He kissed my lips gently, a tender caress that belied the intensity of his emotions. "You're dangerous for me, Lisa."

He admitted, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and conflict. "Irresistible, yet uncontrollable. I can't bear to be away from you, but when you're near, I feel myself losing control."

At that moment, I realized the depth of his struggle, torn between his desire for me and the fear of losing himself in the intensity of our connection.

Blushing, I gently pushed Taehyung away, a mixture of embarrassment and determination in my voice. "We have our bedroom for that, Mr. Kim. Let's focus on work," I urged him, trying to redirect his attention.

Before he could respond, a knock on the door interrupted us. Taehyung nodded, allowing the staff member to enter.

The employee bowed respectfully before informing us about the impending meeting. "Sir, your meeting with Mr. Yusuke Fujita is now. Please come," he announced.

Taehyung acknowledged the message with a nod, his expression shifting into one of focused determination. "Get everyone ready," he instructed the staff, his voice firm and authoritative.

With a collective nod, the staff members dispersed to carry out his orders. Together, Taehyung and I made our way to the meeting room, where we were greeted by a roomful of employees who bowed in respect as Taehyung entered.

It was a testament to his leadership and authority within the company, a reminder of the responsibilities that came with his position.

"Good morning, everyone. I hope this will be an interesting day to start," Taehyung said confidently as he entered the room. A man in his 50s, with a seasoned smile, looked at him with admiration.

"I must say, Mr. Kim, I'm always impressed by the way you manage to get everything just right," Mr. Fujita remarked, his tone filled with genuine respect.

Taehyung smiled, the corners of his lips curving upward with a mix of pride and professionalism. "It is nice to see you here, Mr. Yusuke. As you are an old investor from Japan, I'm glad you came here to Paris to finalize a deal." He took his seat, and I settled beside him, watching closely as he began to navigate the meeting with his usual poise.

Mr. Yusuke Fujita said, "How can I not, Mr. Kim? I want to do the deal with you for the Paris project." Taehyung nodded, and he proceeded with the meeting.

Every move he made was deliberate, every word carefully chosen. It was clear that he was the master of his craft—a true powerhouse in the world of business.

As the meeting progressed, Taehyung ensured that Mr. Fujita, the Japanese businessman, fully understood the extent of his power and influence.

His eyes never wavered, and his voice never faltered. He was in control, commanding the room with an effortless authority that was both captivating and intimidating.

But then, just as the deal was about to be finalized, Taehyung's phone rang, breaking the tense silence in the room.

His expression shifted ever so slightly, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes before he excused himself to take the call.

I waited patiently, my heart beginning to race with an inexplicable sense of unease. The room, which had felt so secure under Taehyung's command, now seemed to grow colder in his absence.

My eyes remained on the door, silently willing him to return quickly to restore the balance that had been momentarily disrupted.

Suddenly, I felt a hand touching my thighs and then my buttocks. Shocked and appalled, I shot up from my seat, my eyes widening in disbelief as I realized it was Mr. Yusuke Fujita, the man we were supposed to meet with.

How dare he touch me like this? The only person who had the right to touch me in such a manner was Taehyung.

Anger surged through me, and I prepared to confront Mr. Yusuke Fujita, but before I could react, Taehyung turned around.

His expression was dark with fury as he witnessed Mr. Yusuke Fujita's inappropriate behavior. Without hesitation, he shoved Mr. Yusuke Fujita's hand away from me and delivered a powerful punch to his face.

I watched in astonishment as Taehyung defended my honor, his words ringing in my ears. "How dare you lay your hands on my woman!" he thundered, his protectiveness sending a rush of warmth through me.

Did he just refer to me as "his woman"? The realization hit me like a bolt of lightning, and suddenly, all my anger melted away. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this real? At that moment, any doubt or hesitation vanished as I felt a surge of love and gratitude towards Taehyung.

As I turned around, I was met with a startling sight—Taehyung, consumed by a wave of fierce anger, launching an attack on Mr. Yusuke as if possessed by rage itself.

"With this hand, you touched her, didn't you?" Taehyung's voice was cold and unforgiving as he grabbed Mr. Yusuke's hand and twisted it, eliciting a pained cry from the man.

At that moment, nothing else mattered except the possessive declaration. I stared at Taehyung in awe, feeling a rush of exhilaration at the display of his protectiveness over me.

The man, realizing the gravity of his mistake, began to apologize profusely to Taehyung, pleading for mercy. But Taehyung showed no signs of relenting.

Despite the shocked stares of everyone in the meeting, no one dared to intervene as Taehyung unleashed his wrath upon Mr. Yusuke.

Punch after punch landed on Mr. Yusuke's face, each blow delivered with a ferocity I had never witnessed before.

Mr. Fujita trembled, his voice shaking with fear. "I didn't do anything! I didn't touch her!" His words were frantic, eyes wide as he tried to defend himself.But Taehyung's fury was unstoppable. The staff nearby tried to pull him away, but he tightened his grip on Mr. Fujita's collar, his knuckles white with anger."Do you think I'm blind?" Taehyung growled, his voice low and dangerous. His eyes burned with rage as he loomed over the man. "I saw it. I came in just in time to see you lay your filthy hands on her. How dare you even touch her body?"Taehyung's chest heaved with the intensity of his anger, and the room seemed to hold its breath, the tension thick.

Mr. Fujita's face was pale, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he stammered in terror. But Taehyung didn't relent, his jaw clenched, the fury in his eyes promising retribution.

Taehyung's eyes burned with a fiery intensity, his normally composed demeanor shattered by his uncontrollable fury.

It was a side of him I had never seen—a primal instinct to protect what was his at all costs.

As I watched him defend my honor with such determination, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and gratitude for the depth of his love and commitment.

"Just get the fuck out of this company if you don't want me to kill you." Taehyung's voice was a low growl, dripping with menace as he hurled Mr. Yusuke away, his scowl cutting through the air like a blade.

With a fearful glance, Mr. Yusuke and his team disappeared from our sight, fleeing from Taehyung's wrath.

Turning to address the rest of the room, Taehyung's voice was filled with authority and command. "I won't tolerate any harassment against my employees. Now, everyone gets out. The meeting is over," he declared, his tone brooking no argument.

As the room emptied, Taehyung's gaze settled on me, the remnants of his anger still evident in his eyes.

He seized my wrist without a word and began to lead me away, his grip unyielding. I remained silent, unwilling to provoke his wrath further.

We reached his private restroom, and without hesitation, Taehyung pushed me into the restroom, causing me to flinch at the force of the movement.

He pinned me against the wall, his hand pressing against my back, his touch possessive and intense.

With a roughness that startled me, he grasped the hem of my dress and pulled it up, his actions leaving me breathless and uncertain of what would come next.

I let out a moan as Taehyung's touch became more aggressive, his fingers exploring the bare skin of my buttocks while he firmly grasped my wrists behind my back.

His words are commanding and possessive, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Your assets are mine to touch, and only mine. Do you understand?" He asserts, punctuating his words with a hard spank that elicits a moan from my lips.

"Yes, Taehyung," I reply obediently, my voice filled with a mixture of desire and submission.

The combination of Taehyung's rage, his touch, and his possessiveness sets my body ablaze with desire. It's an intoxicating mix that ignites a fire within me, overwhelming my senses with pleasure and arousal.

With a swift motion, Taehyung harshly pulled my panties off and fastened my wrists behind my back with them, leaving me vulnerable and exposed.

Then, without warning, he slaps my womanhood with a jerk, causing me to yell in surprise and pleasure.

As he undoes his pants and coat, reality snaps back, and I'm consumed by a surge of pleasure as he thrusts deep inside me without warning.

His movements are primal and intense, filling me and stretching me to the limit as ecstasy washes over me in waves.

"You're only mine, Lisa," Taehyung whispers in my ear, his words sending a shiver down my spine as he pulls away only to pound himself back into me with full force.

"Yes, Taehyung, I'm all yours," I shriek in response, surrendering completely to the sensations that consume me.

He tugs on my hair, intensifying the pleasure with each vicious thrust as if channeling the anger from that man onto me.

I moan louder and louder, lost in the raw roughness of his actions, reveling in the overwhelming passion between us.

With a swift motion, he pulls out of me and turns me around, leading me towards the slab by carrying me on his shoulder.

My heart races with anticipation as he takes control, his strength and dominance igniting a primal desire within me.

He lays me down on the slab, gripping my thighs firmly before spreading my legs apart and plunging into me with an urgency that sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

As he stands between my legs, his nails digging into my thighs, I'm overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation.

The pleasure is all-encompassing, and I can't help but moan uncontrollably, my head thrown back in ecstasy.

The feeling of him inside me defies description, igniting a fire within me that burns hotter with each thrust.

"You belong to me, doll," he declares, his words punctuated by each forceful thrust as he pounds into me relentlessly, driving deeper with every movement.

"I... belong... to you, Taehyung," I gasp out between moans, my hands clenched behind my back as I surrender to the overwhelming pleasure.

I've never experienced such possessiveness before, and it leaves me breathless, lost in a whirlwind of passion and desire that consumes us both.

"Lisa Manoban, I can't stand the fact that someone touched my things without my permission—and that someone was you. If I see that man again, I don't know what I'll do." He gripped my jaw, forcing my gaze to meet his, and kissed me fiercely. I gasped, the warmth of his lips igniting a fire within me.

"Taehyung, please don't do anything reckless. I know what he did was an unforgivable mistake, but no one knows about us. If they did, he would never have dared to lay a hand on me." My voice trembled, caught between fear and desperation.

He nuzzled his forehead against mine, his breath ragged. "I freaking hate it, Lisa. I don't understand what I'm feeling or what I'm going through, but it's like this rage is consuming me. I've never felt anything like this before, and it terrifies me."

As we finished, Taehyung kissed my lips tenderly, but his demeanor suddenly changed, a hint of regret in his eyes. He spoke softly, his voice filled with remorse.

"Lisa, I pushed you beyond your limits. I shouldn't have done that," he admitted, his gaze filled with genuine concern for my well-being. "You can go home now. I'll ask the guard to take you. Take rest in the mansion, okay?"

His words caught me off guard, a mixture of confusion and understanding washing over me. Despite the intensity of our encounter, Taehyung's concern for my comfort and safety was evident.

"I'm fine, Taehyung," I assured him, trying to ease the tension that hung between us. "It was new to see you in rage, but I found it... intriguing."

Taehyung's irritation was palpable as he responded, his tone stern. "Lisa, I forced you, something I've never done before. You shouldn't have enjoyed it. Now, go and rest; it's all messed up now; it's getting more messier."

Confusion clouded my thoughts as I tried to comprehend his words. What did he mean by "messed up"? Cupping his face gently, I pleaded, "Please don't say that."

But Taehyung's expression remained firm as he kissed me briefly, his touch conveying a sense of urgency. "Lisa, go rest. I have work to do. Don't deny my orders. What I did wasn't something you should have liked."

His words echoed in my mind as I reluctantly obeyed, the weight of his concern lingering even "I like it, whatever you do with me, because we both love each other and respect each other."

I admitted, my voice filled with sincerity. "It's okay, Taehyung. You can take out your anger on me. I'm fine with it. I'm happy to be there for you."

Taehyung chuckled softly at my response, his demeanor softening. "Lisa, be a good doll for me and go rest. Take care of yourself. I'll come to see you in the evening. Make sure to eat lunch and get some sleep, okay? Just relax."

As I dressed myself and watched Taehyung zip up his pants, a sense of confusion lingered in the air.

He left without saying a word, avoiding eye contact, leaving me to ponder the meaning behind his sudden change in behavior.

I couldn't shake the feeling that he was feeling remorseful for our encounter, that he regretted allowing his anger to consume him.

But deep down, I knew there was more to it than that. His actions spoke volumes, revealing a side of him I had never seen before.

Lost in my thoughts, I resolved to make things right between us. I needed to make him understand that I enjoyed his possessiveness and that it brought out a new level of passion and desire within me.

I was determined to show him that our love was strong enough to weather any storm, even the intensity of his emotions.

As soon as I walked out of the bathroom, I exited Taehyung's room and made my way to the elevator.

Descending to the ground floor, I stepped outside where Taehyung's guards were stationed. They bowed respectfully as I approached.

"Ma'am, where do you want to go?" one of the guards inquired.

"Take me to the mansion," I replied, meeting their gaze with determination.

With a nod of understanding, one of the guards opened the door for me, and I entered Taehyung's Audi. The driver settled into his seat, and the car began its journey towards the mansion.

As the landscape passed by outside the window, my mind was filled with thoughts of Taehyung and our tumultuous encounter.

Despite the uncertainty that lay ahead, I was determined to make things right between us, to reaffirm our bond and reassure him of my love and devotion.

He is my gentleman and mental man for me; I mean, he is crazy. He is a possessive lover; sometimes it makes me scared and sometimes it makes me excited, but I've never seen Taehyung this angry.

Thanks to God he didn't kill Mr. Yusuke, or else it will create problems, which I don't want.

═*TAEHYUNG*═

After I walked from the restroom, I just sat in my office, sinking into my chair, puffing on my cigarette, trying to make sense of my turbulent emotions.

Why did I cancel such a vital deal? I did it for Lisa.

Why am I becoming so possessive of her? What exactly is she doing to me? I'm not understanding what is happening to me.

Why am I changing? I don't want to feel all these fucking emotions because they only make humans weak, and I can't become weak.

"Lisa is just my plaything, nothing more; she is not even up to my status, but she is not behind my money. That's what I know; she is not a gold digger, but still, she doesn't have anything that can make me think she is up to my standards to even do anything," I muttered to myself, desperately clinging to the belief that I was still the emotionless womanizer I had always been.

But despite my efforts to convince myself otherwise, doubts crept in. "Then why do I always wonder about her? Why do I remain desperate to meet her? How come I feel her pain? Why does it hurt me to punish her?"

I questioned, frustration seeping into my voice. "Fuck, I'll surely lose my mind."

I reminded myself of my principles and of the clear boundary between professional and personal matters. "I never mix professional with personal rage," I asserted, trying to reassure myself.

"Why am I jealous? If I can't bear the thought of her with another man, how can I think I could make her marry another man once I'm done using her for my lust?"

The turmoil within me was palpable as I grappled with conflicting emotions, torn between desire and detachment, longing and logic.

As the minutes passed, the weight of my conflicting emotions bore down on me like a heavy burden. I had always prided myself on never forcing anyone and on being in control of my desires.

But now, the guilt gnawed at me as I realized that I was using Lisa as an outlet for my anger, making out with her in moments of intense frustration.

The realization struck me like a bolt of lightning, illuminating the depths of my hypocrisy. How could I claim to respect her when I was using her as a pawn in my emotional turmoil?

How could I justify my actions when they only served to hurt the one person who had shown me kindness and understanding?

The image of Lisa's face flashed before my eyes, her eyes filled with trust and affection. And yet, I had betrayed that trust, exploiting her vulnerability for my own selfish needs.

The truth was undeniable: I was falling for her, despite my best efforts to resist.

Her presence in my life had stirred something within me, something I had long thought dormant—compassion, empathy.

But with these newfound emotions came a sense of vulnerability, a fear of losing control.

And so I clung to my façade of indifference, desperately trying to convince myself that I was still the same emotionless man I had always been.

But deep down, I knew the truth. I was changing and evolving, and I couldn't ignore the feelings that were bubbling to the surface, no matter how hard I tried.

As I sat there in my office, grappling with my inner turmoil, I knew that I could no longer deny the truth. I had feelings for Lisa, and they were tearing me apart from the inside out.

Despite my nature as a promiscuous man, I couldn't shake the confusion and conflict swirling within me. I knew I needed to distance myself from Lisa to create space between us.

Perhaps, with time, my attraction to her would fade, and I could move on to other women as I had always done.

But for now, the pull she had on me was undeniable, and the thought of letting her go filled me with a sense of unease.

I couldn't deny the feelings that had blossomed between us, even if they went against everything I thought I knew about myself.

As I grappled with my internal turmoil, I made a silent vow to myself: I would try to distance myself from Lisa to give myself the space I needed to sort through my emotions.

But deep down, I knew that breaking free from her spell would be easier said than done.

The internal struggle intensified as I grappled with the realization of my vulnerability.

How could I, the man who prided himself on his dominance and control, be rendered so helpless by the mere presence of a woman?

The thought of calling her my woman in front of the office filled me with dread and confusion. It was a slip-up, a moment of weakness that I couldn't afford to indulge in.

Yet, despite my best efforts to suppress these feelings, they continued to bubble to the surface, threatening to consume me.

I paced the confines of my office, the weight of my conflicting emotions bearing down on me like a suffocating blanket. It was as if I were losing my grip on reality, my mind clouded by thoughts of her.

In a desperate attempt to regain control, I reminded myself of my principles and of the persona I had carefully crafted over the years.

But even as I clung to these ideals, I couldn't shake the gnawing sense of uncertainty that had taken hold of me.

The realization hit me like a sledgehammer: I was losing my mind, consumed by emotions I couldn't comprehend.

And in that moment of clarity, I knew that I was treading on the edge of something far more dangerous than I had ever imagined.

As I tossed my cigarette aside, a surge of frustration coursed through me, prompting me to take action.

With determination, I reached for my iPhone and dialed Lee Han's number. As he answered, his voice greeted me with respect: "Hello, sir. How are you?"

"I'm fine. What about Lisa? what she is doing now?" I inquired, my tone tinged with impatience.

"Sir, when Lisa arrived, she freshened up and then came to assist me with my work. She's truly kind," Lee Han replied earnestly.

My frustration mounted at his response. "Didn't I tell you, Lee Han, to take care of her?" I snapped, my irritation palpable.

"Yes, sir, but she is in love with you, and she's even preparing lunch for you," Lee Han explained, attempting to placate me.

My desire to speak to Lisa intensified, fueled by a mix of emotions swirling within me. "Hand the cellphone to her. I want to talk," I instructed, my voice firm and resolute.

As the phone was passed to her, I heard Lisa's voice on the other end, her sweet tone greeting me, "Hello, Taehyung. When will you come?"

I felt a surge of irritation rising within me as I responded curtly, "Didn't I tell you, Lisa, to sleep and take rest? Despite my instructions, you didn't listen to me."

Her voice remained calm and composed as she explained, "I did rest and take a shower, but I was getting bored, Taehyung. That's why I went to Mr. Lee Han, and I also prepared lunch for us. I know you like my cooking, and I enjoy it too. What's the problem?"

Despite my simmering rage, I made a conscious effort to control my emotions. Lisa wasn't my submissive or a mere object to be commanded.

She was a person, a doll, yes, but one I wanted to enjoy spending time with while still ensuring she took care of herself.

"Lisa, I'll be late, so don't wait for me. Have lunch and dinner, and make sure to take a rest. When I come back, I want to see you in my bed, okay?" I instructed her firmly.

Lisa's voice sounded understanding as she replied, "I understand, but why did you call Lee Han? When you can call me directly."

I explained, "Because I thought you'd be sleeping, and I didn't want to disturb you. I just wanted to ask Lee Han about you, Lisa."

Her response was filled with affection. "That's why I love you. You care about me."

As her words reached my ears, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over me. Despite my attempts to maintain distance, her affectionate response pierced through my defenses, stirring something within me.

"I'll see you later, Lisa," I said, my voice softening slightly as I ended the call.

As I set my phone down, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered within me.

Despite my efforts to keep her at arm's length, Lisa's presence continued to infiltrate every corner of my thoughts, leaving me feeling unsettled and conflicted.

But for now, I pushed aside those turbulent emotions, focusing instead on the tasks at hand.

Deep down, however, I knew that the battle raging within me was far from over and that the hold Lisa had on me was stronger than I had ever imagined.

Throughout the day, I made every effort to immerse myself in meetings, but Lisa's image refused to leave my mind. Despite the demands of work, her presence lingered, becoming an ever-present distraction.

As I finally emerged from my company, the night had fallen, and my driver bowed respectfully as I approached the car.

Without a word, I entered the BMW, my frustration evident in my clenched jaw and gritted teeth.

"Mansion," I uttered tersely, my voice laced with tension. The driver nodded silently, understanding my command, and soon we were en route to the mansion, the darkness of the night enveloping us as we drove.

As I entered the mansion, my mind preoccupied with thoughts of the day, I paid little attention to my surroundings.

Striding through the corridors, I made my way to my room, the weight of exhaustion heavy upon me.

Upon reaching my destination, I found Lisa peacefully asleep on my bed, her form illuminated softly by the moonlight filtering through the window.

Checking the time, I noted it was already past midnight, yet she had remained there, waiting for my return.

Gently correcting her posture, I watched as her eyes fluttered open, her expression one of surprise and apology. "Oh, Taehyung, you're back. I was waiting for you. I'm sorry, I didn't realize I had fallen asleep," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth.

Her simple gesture of waiting for me stirred something within me, a feeling I couldn't quite place.

No one had ever waited for me like this before, not even my past partner or mistresses. Lisa was different, and I couldn't deny the effect she had on me.

"I ordered you to sleep, Lisa," I reminded her, my tone firm yet tinged with a hint of curiosity.

She responded with a smile, her eyes reflecting a mixture of affection and understanding.

I got up from the bed to hang my coat in the closet. I removed my coat and began to loosen my shirt buttons. I couldn't shake the feeling that Lisa was slowly but surely reshaping the contours of my world.

I watched as Lisa rose from the bed, her movements graceful and tender. With gentle hands, she untied my tie and placed a soft kiss on my lips, her words filled with a sincerity that touched my heart.

"I want to wait for you, Taehyung. It's something I enjoy. I know I disobeyed your orders, but I worry about you constantly. I pray for your well-being. I don't know what I would do without you," she confessed, her head nestled against my chest.

Despite the guilt that gnawed at me, I knew I needed to create distance between us. "Lisa, my doll," I began softly, "I appreciate your concern, but I'm here for you. Did you have dinner?" I inquired, concern evident in my voice.

She shook her head, her eyes reflecting her dedication to me. "No, I didn't eat. I was waiting for you, and I thought we could have dinner together," she admitted, her vulnerability touching me deeply.

Pulling her closer, I sighed, feeling a sense of responsibility for her well-being. "Doll, you shouldn't neglect your health for me. You should have eaten," I chided gently, my fingers tracing soothing patterns on her back.

Her smile was radiant, and her words filled the room with warmth. "I may not be perfect," she began, "but I want to share simple moments with you. It's not about being married in the eyes of the world, but in my heart, you are my husband. You said it yourself, that you are my man."

Her innocence touched me deeply. Little did she know that day when I claimed her as mine, it was out of desire, not commitment.

Yet her sincerity and devotion stirred something within me, something I couldn't easily dismiss.

I gazed into her eyes, overwhelmed by the depth of her feelings. Despite my reservations, I couldn't deny the attraction we shared. I pulled her close, knowing that she had already claimed a significant place in my life.

She looked at me with tenderness in her eyes, her voice filled with reassurance. "You can take a shower, Taehyung. I'll come and bring dinner for you. Just relax," she said softly, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek.

As she turned to leave, I couldn't help but stop her, needing to voice my thoughts. "Why are you so kind, Lisa? Despite my actions, despite forcing you into situations you shouldn't have been in," I confessed, my voice tinged with regret.

Turning back to face me, she met my gaze with unwavering sincerity. "I love everything you do," she replied earnestly, her words catching me off guard.

Teasingly, I remarked, "You're the kind of woman who needs a man to please her, not a boy who can only plead. And I'm the man who knows how to please you. That's why you like it."

She bit her lip, a playful glint in her eyes. "Only you, Taehyung. Just you now wait. Ok, I'll come," she declared before leaving the room.

With that, I made my way to the closet, selecting a comfortable sweatpants and a loose shirt. After shedding my clothes, I tossed them into the washing basket before stepping into the shower.

The warm water washed away the tensions of the day, and I emerged feeling refreshed. Drying off quickly, I dressed in my chosen attire and made my way out of the bathroom.

As I entered the dining area, I found Lisa setting the dinner tray on the table. With a warm smile, she invited me to join her, and I obliged, taking a seat on the couch.

We finished our meal, and as Lisa moved to clear the table, I took her hand and led her to the bed.

Cupping her face gently, I began, "Lisa, I know this may come as a surprise, but I think we need some space. It's not about today, but I believe it's important for both of us to take a step back. I want to ensure your well-being, and with how often we've been intimate, I worry about your health."

Lisa appeared confused, her eyes searching mine for answers. "But Taehyung, you've seemed to enjoy it just as much as I have," she countered. "I've grown to cherish our moments together. Please tell me if I've done something wrong."

I shook my head, reassurance in my tone. "No, Lisa, you haven't done anything wrong. It's just... I want what's best for you. And perhaps a bit of distance will allow us to appreciate each other even more. I mean, when we do sex, I mean we make love, so I know it's a little harsh on your body."

The tension in the room was palpable as I delivered the words, each syllable heavy with emotion. "Lisa, you never make mistakes," I began, my voice strained with sincerity.

"But for your health, I have to do this." I could see the confusion in her eyes, the disbelief warring with the trust she had in me.

"It's just for a week," I continued, my own heart aching at the lie I was spinning. "You need rest. But I'll still be there for you."

Lisa's expression crumbled, tears welling up as she struggled to comprehend the situation. "I'm sorry, Taehyung," she choked out, her voice barely audible. "I didn't mean for this to happen. I know maybe it affects your image. I mean, what happened today between you and that Japanese dealer? I know it's all because of me if he didn't do that."

Moving closer, I reached out to touch her trembling shoulders, my resolve wavering in the face of her distress.

"Lisa, it's not your fault," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "Forget about the deal. You're more important than any business transaction. He thought no one would notice his cheap action, but when I just entered the room, I saw him touching you, and I hate when someone dares to lay a finger on my thing."

Her tears flowed freely now, her vulnerability laying bare the depth of her emotions. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.

"I just don't know how to react." As she buried her face in her hands, I felt a surge of guilt wash over me, knowing that I was the cause of her pain.

"Trust me, Lisa, please," I pleaded, my voice desperate as I reached out to her. "I'm doing this for us, for your well-being. Despite your age, what I'm putting you through is harsh on your body. I want to take care of you, my doll. And it's not like I won't be there for you; just think of it as our time to rest."

A blush spread across her cheeks as she managed a smile through her tears. "You're such a shameless man," she said, her voice wavering with a mixture of amusement and affection.

"Now rest, okay? I'll be back later. There's a work project file I need to make." Her response was soft but urgent: "Please come back quickly; I want to fall asleep with you, and you can do tomorrow or give me that work. You are my boss, Taehyung. Why are you doing it? Help me do this for you, and you can tell me the details, or else do that tomorrow; it's already late."

With a nod, I gently kissed her forehead, reassuring her, "It's just work, doll. I'm considering a new project, so there's a lot to do."

Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she suggested, "Can I help you, Taehyung? If you want, I'll be there by your side."

I couldn't help but chuckle, knowing all too well the driven nature of this workaholic girl.

I chuckled softly, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from Lisa's face. "Lisa, I can't share this one just yet. It's a bit complicated. But don't worry; if I need your help or if anything changes, I'll let you know. Now, be a good girl and get some rest," I urged, my tone gentle but firm.

She pouted slightly, her adorable expression tugging at my heartstrings. Leaning in, I kissed her lips tenderly, savoring the moment, knowing it would be the last for a while.

As much as I didn't want to leave her, I knew I had to focus on my work and distract myself for the next week.

Gently tucking Lisa into bed and ensuring she was comfortable, I covered her with a warm blanket. With a final glance filled with affection, I promised softly, "Good night, doll."

She nodded in response, her eyes reflecting both longing and understanding as she whispered, "Come back soon. Good night."

With a silent nod, I switched off the light and slipped out of the room, leaving Lisa to rest peacefully. Making my way to the kitchen, I carefully set down the dinner tray before heading to my bar.

Pouring myself a drink, I tried to distract my mind, but the turmoil within me refused to settle.

As I sipped my drink, frustration and anger welled up inside me, clouding my thoughts. Unable to contain the overwhelming emotions, I grabbed the bottle and stormed off to my study room.

Collapsing onto the couch, I closed my eyes, hoping to find solace in the darkness.

Even in the quiet of my study, Lisa's presence haunted me. I couldn't escape her memory, and surrendering to the urge, I downed the contents of the bottle in one go.

The burn of the alcohol mirrored the chaos in my heart, filling the silence with a loud thrum of conflicting emotions.

Lying there, I wrestled with the realization that I needed to maintain my distance from her, or I risked losing myself completely. The thought of that terrified me more than I could articulate.

I walked into my bedroom and settled down on the bed, my mind swirling. She looked at me and smiled—a radiant smile that twisted the knife of longing deeper into my chest.

I held her closer, feeling the warmth radiating from her as she placed her hand on my cheek, caressing it with an intimacy that made my heart race.

When she joined our foreheads, I felt a surge of something profound—a connection I couldn't quite define. "I knew you'd listen to me. You'll come back to me. I know you can't deny me, Taehyung," she said, her voice soft yet confident.

I nodded, my fingers tangling in her hair, relishing the softness beneath my touch. But beneath that warmth lay frustration, the realization that she was trying to control how this would unfold.

I couldn't help but feel the need to assert myself. "Lisa, what do you think you're saying, doll?" I asked, my tone gentler than I intended.

She gulped, eyes wide. "What happened, love? Did I upset you?"

I sighed, the weight of my thoughts pressing down on me. "Nothing, just... sleep."

How could I possibly do anything to her when she remained blissfully unaware of the tempest brewing inside me? I wished I could grow bored of her, but it felt impossible.

Fuck myself—Taehyung Kim, you are lost to a young girl who is just twenty years younger than you, and you're letting yourself slip away.

The thought clung to my mind like a stubborn shadow. Yet the truth was, the more she reached for me, the more I wanted to push her away, to shield her from the parts of me that felt too dark, too consumed by my emotions.

"You don't understand," I whispered, my voice barely audible, the weight of my feelings threatening to spill over. "I don't want to drag you into my mess."

"I'm not afraid of your mess," she replied, her voice unwavering and steady as if grounding me in the storm. "I want to be part of it. Just let me in, Taehyung."

Her words struck a chord deep within me, igniting a flicker of hope amidst the darkness.

But the desire to pull her closer battled fiercely against the urge to distance myself, leaving me suspended in a limbo of conflicting emotions. I knew I had to make a choice—to protect myself or let her in.

In that moment, surrounded by the remnants of my turmoil, I found myself questioning if I could ever truly keep her out.

Would it be fair to shield her from my chaos? Or was it selfish to allow her to see the real me?

The lines between protection and denial blurred, leaving me aching for clarity amidst the beautiful chaos that was Lisa.