|¶|LISA|¶|

I am in the bathtub, relaxing to clear my senses. Three days have passed since Taehyung last touched me.

Despite his daily kisses and care, I sense a shift in his behavior—an avoidance I can't comprehend.

Despite his treatment of me like his queen, I find it unbearable, even though our passionate love has stripped away my innocence.

I yearn for the way he once ignited desire within me, the intensity of our lovemaking is now a distant memory.

As he tends to my needs and spends time with me, I find solace in the luxurious warmth of the bathwater, alone in the opulent bathroom.

Yet, amidst this tranquility, my mind swirls with thoughts. I ache for Taehyung's intense gaze, sensing his restraint, even though I belong to him and he to me.

Why does he hold back? His mention of a break bewilders me, attributing it to my health.

Though his care is evident, I crave more than just concern. I yearn for his love, his dominance, to show me his devotion.

Despite my timidity, I find the courage to express it—I want Taehyung Kim to touch me and pleasure me. Lost in a haze of uncertainty, I grapple with the mystery unfolding between us.

With a bold desire to love Taehyung, I continue to wash my body with care, each movement deliberate, each touch an invitation.

The water cascades over my skin, a soothing caress that ignites a fire within me. Despite the confusion, my heart beats with a fierce longing for him.

As I cleanse away the doubts, I yearn for his touch to affirm our connection and reignite the passion between us.

As soon as I finished washing my body, I stepped out of the tub and enveloped myself in a fluffy towel, the soft fabric absorbing the droplets of water from my skin.

With the hair dryer plugged in, I carefully dried my hair, relishing the warmth it provided. Taehyung's bathroom was equipped with everything one could need, a testament to his thoughtfulness.

After slipping into my underwear and bra, followed by a frock, I emerged from the bathroom to find Taehyung standing at his vanity, his hands expertly styling his hair.

He looked so handsome, even in his forties.

Without hesitation, I approached him and wrapped my arms around his broad frame, feeling a slight shiver run through him as I did.

He turned to face me, concern flickering in his eyes as he asked, "What's happened, doll?"

Cupping his face gently in my hands, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his, conveying my urgency without words. Pulling back slightly, I met his gaze with determination. "Taehyung, I need to talk to you."

He nodded in agreement as I led him to the bed, and we sat down together. Taking a deep breath, I began, "Taehyung, what's been going on with you? We need to communicate openly, and you've always encouraged me to be confident in expressing my feelings. I want to follow my heart's desires."

His gaze faltered as I spoke, and I could sense his unease. "Taehyung, it's been 3 days since you last touched me. Is something bothering you?" I inquired, searching his eyes for answers.

Avoiding my gaze, he hesitated before finally speaking, "Lisa, I've been trying to give you some rest. I've been busy with work, but please don't misunderstand. You're mine, my doll," he reassured me, his words tinged with sincerity.

As his words washed over me, a mix of relief and confusion flooded my senses.

"Taehyung," I whispered, reaching out to touch his hand. "I appreciate your concern, but I don't need rest from you. I need you, your touch, your presence."

His eyes met mine, a flicker of emotion passing through them. "Lisa," he began softly, his voice tinged with regret. "I didn't realize how much I was pulling away. I promise to make it up to you, to show you just how much you mean to me."

I asked him. "Did I do something wrong? You seem to be away from me," he said while looking at me. "No, I am doing it for your health.".

Feeling a surge of emotion, I leaned in and wrapped my arms around him, burying my face in his chest. "I love you, Taehyung," I murmured, feeling the weight of my confession lift as I held him close.

He nodded as he rose from the bed, his words hanging in the air like a lingering question mark. "Lisa, I have a meeting today, so take care," he informed me, his tone tinged with a hint of urgency.

Nodding in acknowledgment, I watched him as he prepared to leave. "Let's have breakfast together, Taehyung," I suggested, hoping for a moment of connection before he departed.

But he shook his head, dismissing the idea. "I don't think so, doll. I'm short on time; I'll grab something at the office," he replied, his words carrying a weight I couldn't quite decipher.

Confusion clouded my thoughts as I watched him leave the room, his figure receding into the distance.

Taehyung was the CEO, a powerful and influential man who could command the world if he wished.

So why the rush? Why the distance? Where did I go wrong? What had happened? Does he regret something? I mean, he is still married to Mrs. Rena, but he loves me, and he told me it was nothing for him.

Trying to quell the rising unease within me, I reasoned that perhaps it was the pressure of an impending project weighing heavily on him. But deep down, a nagging doubt lingered, whispering of something more.

Alone once again, I closed my eyes and clasped my hands together, silently pleading to a higher power to bring my love back to me and to unravel the mystery that had begun to unravel our bond.

I felt a heaviness in my heart, a familiar sadness creeping in as memories of past rejections resurfaced. But this time, I resolved to be bold, to take action, and to show Taehyung just how much he meant to me.

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As the day passed by in a blur, evening descended upon us. I found myself in the company of Uncle Lee Han, a trusted confidant of Taehyung's who had become like family to me.

We were in his room.

"Uncle, I want to do something special for Taehyung," I confessed, determination shining in my eyes. "I want to surprise him, to remind him of how much he means to me."

He regarded me with a gentle smile, his eyes warm with understanding. "What do you have in mind, dear? Tell me, and we'll make it happen," he assured me, his support giving me the courage to follow through with my plan.

I sighed, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on me, but then a spark of inspiration ignited within me. Turning to Uncle Lee Han, I shared my idea with a newfound determination.

"I want to prepare a dinner for him, a special dinner date here at the mansion," I declared, the vision of a romantic evening taking shape in my mind.

Uncle Lee Han's expression softened, though concern flickered in his eyes. "Dear, that's a lovely thought, but sir is incredibly busy," he cautioned.

Undeterred, I nodded firmly. "I understand, Uncle. But please, let's make it happen. Have the guards bring red roses, and we can transform the poolside into a beautiful setting for our dinner," I suggested, my excitement building as I envisioned the surprise awaiting Taehyung.

He nodded in agreement, his support fueling my determination. "Sure, dear, whatever you need," he replied, his tone filled with warmth and encouragement.

With a grateful smile, I outlined my plans. "I'll take care of preparing the dinner, and I want the staff to leave by 7 pm. Please assist me with decorating the room as well," I requested, feeling a sense of empowerment at taking charge of the arrangements.

"And I'll cover all the expenses," I added firmly, wanting to assert my independence despite Taehyung's generosity with his black card.

Uncle Lee Han placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, his eyes reflecting pride and affection. "Lisa, my dear, just focus on preparing yourself and the dinner. I'll take care of everything else. I'll call you if I need your assistance," he assured me, his words easing my worries as I set off to make the evening unforgettable for Taehyung.

"I want to decorate my room too; please make sure that's arranged," I requested eagerly, my excitement palpable.

Uncle Lee Han nodded understandingly, his gaze filled with a mix of concern and affection. "I know you care deeply for him, dear, but this is new for me. He's never brought any women to the mansion before, but you're different. You're special," he reassured me, his words causing a blush to spread across my cheeks.

Women before? Oh, maybe his unfaithful lovers, I guess.

"Thank you," I murmured gratefully as he patted my head, his gesture comforting me in ways I couldn't fully express.

With determination in my heart, I swiftly made my way to the kitchen, where the maids were ready to assist me in preparing the dinner.

Despite the bustling activity, I remained focused, pouring my love and effort into each dish.

Before long, Uncle Lee Han arrived with the guard and housekeeping staff, orchestrating the final touches to the decorations.

Despite my busy schedule in the kitchen, I kept a watchful eye on the time. As the clock struck near 8, I hurriedly made my way to Uncle Lee Han, who was overseeing the final preparations.

"Uncle, is everything going smoothly?" I inquired anxiously, seeking reassurance.

He nodded with a smile. "Dear, I've already arranged for a talented decor staff, and I believe they've done their best. You can check it out. And how's the dinner coming along?" he asked, his concern evident.

"It's all ready, just finalizing the details," I replied, relieved that everything was falling into place.

"Go ahead and check the decorations. I'll take care of the dinner and instruct the staff to clear up afterward," he assured me, his words soothing my nerves.

With a grateful nod, I bow to him. "Thank you, Uncle," I said sincerely.

He placed a comforting hand on my head. "I hope you have a beautiful evening and a wonderful life, Lisa. Go see for yourself," he encouraged me.

Blushing at his words, I made my way into the decorated room. The soft glow of candlelight illuminated the space, casting a romantic ambiance.

My eyes widened in awe as I took in the elegant setup, complete with roses and twinkling lights. It was perfect for a dinner date, and my heart swelled with anticipation for the night ahead.

As I walked out of the room and found Lee Han's uncle, I nodded in appreciation as Uncle Lee Han updated me on the arrangements.

"Thank you, Uncle. The staff have done a wonderful job," I acknowledged gratefully.

He smiled warmly. "They're always eager to assist. I've also asked for fresh champagne to be brought up. You just need to warm it up. And if you'd like, I can stay with you, or I can arrange for some staff to remain," he offered kindly.

I considered his offer before shaking my head. "No, Uncle, thank you for everything, but you should go and rest. I'll be fine," I insisted, wanting him to take care of himself as well.

With a gentle pat on my shoulder, Uncle Lee Han bid me goodnight before making his way out of the room, leaving me alone to savor the anticipation of the evening ahead.

I walked into my room and I picked up my cell phone. As I dialed Taehyung's number, my heart fluttered with anticipation, but his response shattered my hopes.

"Yes, Lisa," he answered curtly, his tone sending a pang of disappointment through me.

"Taehyung, when will you come? I'm waiting for you. Please come quickly," I pleaded, trying to hide the hurt in my voice.

But his reply was dismissive. "Lisa, I'll be late. I'm busy with work. Just eat your dinner and go to sleep," he said, his words like a cold slap in the face.

Desperation surged within me as I implored him once more. "Taehyung, please come. I have something important to tell you," I insisted, my voice trembling with emotion.

His response cut through me like a knife. "Don't tell me you're pregnant," he snapped, his words stinging with accusation. "We can't afford to take that risk right now. You're young, and we need to keep our relationship hidden. I hope you understand."

His words pierced through my heart, leaving me feeling abandoned and betrayed. Despite my efforts to hold back tears, they welled up in my eyes, a painful reminder of the distance growing between us.

Feeling a wave of discomfort wash over me, I mustered the courage to speak up. "No, I'm not pregnant. I just wanted to spend some time with you. That's why I thought we could have dinner together," I confessed, my voice tinged with vulnerability.

His response brought a glimmer of hope. "I can't come; it will be late, so don't wait for me," he agreed, albeit with a hint of reluctance.

"Please, it's a request. I will wait for you when you're free. I'll be waiting for you," I replied, my voice steady yet filled with emotion.

"Sure, I'll try," he said, his tone softening.

As he ended the call, I let out a sigh of relief mixed with lingering unease. Determined to make the most of the evening, I composed myself and made my way to the closet.

The anticipation of his return warmed me, yet the uncertainty gnawed at the edges of my mind. I wanted to be ready for him, to show him that I could be strong, just like he was for me; I could love him boldly as he does.

I rifled through my clothes, searching for something that would make me feel confident and beautiful, hoping that tonight would be a night of new beginnings.

Selecting the most alluring lingerie and a sleek red dress, I resolved to remind Taehyung of the passion and love we once shared. It was a small gesture, but one I hoped would reignite the spark between us.

My gaze swept over the poolside decorations. The soft glow of twinkling lights danced across the water, casting a mesmerizing aura over the scene.

The table was adorned with delicate flowers, their fragrance perfuming the air with a sweet scent. Everything was meticulously arranged, creating a romantic ambiance that spoke of love and longing.

I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness at the sight, knowing that Taehyung's arrival would be delayed.

Yet amidst the disappointment, a glimmer of hope flickered within me. Perhaps this evening could still be salvaged—a chance to reignite the passion between us and reaffirm our love.

With determination in my heart, I took a deep breath and set about making the final preparations, eager for the moment when Taehyung would finally arrive and we could share this intimate evening.

As I pondered Taehyung's impending meeting, a sense of understanding washed over me. I knew that he had important matters to attend to and didn't want to disrupt his focus.

Despite any lingering uncertainties, I trusted in his love for me and his commitment to our relationship.

Deciding to give him space to handle his responsibilities, I made my way to the bathroom, seeking solace in the comforting embrace of a warm shower.

The water cascaded over my skin, washing away the tensions of the day and leaving me feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.

After drying myself off, I indulged in the simple pleasure of selecting a delicate thong and bra set, savoring the sensation of dressing for myself.

With a sense of empowerment, I slipped into a sleek red dress, the fabric cascading gracefully around me as I admired my reflection in the mirror.

As I made my way to the vanity, I felt a surge of determination wash over me. With each stroke of the hairdryer, I meticulously styled my hair, the rhythmic hum of the appliance soothing my senses.

With every movement, I felt a sense of liberation, reclaiming control over my appearance and asserting my independence.

With my hair flawlessly styled, I turned my attention to my makeup, each brushstroke a deliberate act of self-expression.

As I carefully applied each layer, I allowed myself to revel in the transformation, embracing the confidence that radiated from within.

In this moment of quiet introspection, with every brush of makeup and every flick of the wrist, I applied perfume and also lipstick to complete the whole look.

I don't know what happened to Taehyung, but I know I will win him again. I know maybe he is stressed due to something he doesn't want to tell me to make me worry, but he always loves me and understands me, so now it is my turn to make him stress-free and make him happy.

|¶|TAEHYUNG|¶|

As I drove to the strip club of my membership, the weight of the past 3 days bore down on me heavily. Each day without Lisa felt like torture, a constant reminder of the void in my life.

I couldn't deny the pull she had on me—the way she consumed my thoughts even during my busiest days.

Despite being busy with work and business all day, I can't seem to forget Lisa; she never leaves my mind for a second, consumed by intense emotions.

Yet, beneath the surface, uncertainty gnawed at me. I knew that I couldn't continue to evade my feelings, to lead her on when I was unsure of what I truly wanted.

Lisa deserved honesty and clarity about where we stood.

With a heavy heart, I resolved to confront my own emotions head-on. I needed to sort through the tangled mess of my feelings and intentions to find the truth buried beneath the surface.

It wouldn't be easy, but I owed it to both myself and Lisa to face the truth, whatever it may be.

My mind churned with conflicting emotions. The constant presence of Lisa in my thoughts felt like a form of self-torture.

Was I truly in love with her, or was it merely a fleeting fantasy, a whim of my wandering heart?

A wave of frustration washed over me as I contemplated my actions. I was a womanizer, accustomed to indulging in fleeting pleasures without attachment.

The idea of being tied down to one woman seemed foreign and suffocating.

Perhaps it was merely lust for Lisa, nothing more, and I could rid myself of her memory by seeking solace in the arms of another.

As the thought of seeking solace in the arms of another woman crossed my mind, a wave of unfamiliar emotions crashed over me.

Guilt, betrayal, and a profound sense of unease gnawed at my heart like never before. It was as if my conscience was rebelling against the very idea of betraying Lisa.

The pain in my chest felt physical—a heavy weight pressing down on me, suffocating me with each breath. I had never experienced such turmoil, such inner conflict.

The thought of forgetting Lisa in the arms of another woman only intensified the anguish, driving home the realization that my feelings for her ran deeper than mere lust.

At that moment, I felt lost, adrift in a sea of uncertainty and regret. How had I allowed myself to become entangled in this web of emotions?

Was it possible that I had underestimated the depth of my feelings for Lisa all along?

As I grappled with the turmoil raging within me, one thing became painfully clear—I couldn't simply erase her from my heart.

No matter how hard I tried to drown out her memory, she remained a constant presence, a beacon of light in the darkness of my confusion.

As I prepared to step out of the BMW, ready to drown my thoughts in the distractions of the night, my phone rang, jolting me out of my reverie.

With a heavy sigh, I answered, my tone curt and distant. "Yes, Lisa," I responded, my voice betraying none of the turmoil raging within me.

"Taehyung, when will you come? I'm waiting for you. Please come quickly," she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation.

I responded dismissively, consumed by my inner turmoil. "Lisa, I'll be late. I'm busy with work. Just eat your dinner and go to sleep," I replied, my words brusque and devoid of warmth.

But she persisted, her voice wavering with emotion. "Taehyung, please come. I have something important to tell you," she implored, her words reaching out to me despite my attempts to push her away.

In a moment of frustration, I snapped, my words laced with accusation. "Don't tell me you're pregnant. We can't afford to take that risk right now. You're young, and we need to keep our relationship hidden. I hope you understand," I said, my tone harsh and unforgiving.

Her response caught me off guard—a simple plea for connection amidst the chaos of our strained relationship.

"No, I'm not pregnant. I just wanted to spend some time with you. That's why I thought we could have dinner together," she sighed, her vulnerability breaking through the barriers I had erected.

Unable to bear the thought of her sadness, I relented, albeit with reluctance. "I can't come; it will be late, so don't wait for me," I conceded, my resolve waning in the face of her unwavering affection.

"Please, it's a request. I will wait for you when you're free. I'll be waiting for you," she replied, her tone steady yet filled with emotion.

"Sure, I'll try," I said, feeling the weight of her expectation.

As I ended the call, a sense of unease settled over me, the weight of my actions heavy on my conscience.

Despite my attempts to distance myself, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was on the brink of losing something precious—something I wasn't sure I was ready to let go of.

As I stepped out of the BMW, surrounded by the presence of my driver and guards, I felt a sense of detachment from the world around me.

Ignoring the pulsating nightlife, I made my way into the club with a singular focus.

Inside, the air was thick with the scent of alcohol and desire. The sight of a beautiful woman stripping on stage caught my attention, her movements captivating the audience.

Couples reveled in their intimacy, while men sought pleasure in the arms of young women.

The staff there knew me, as I was an investor in this club, and there was a private room only for me.

Despite the allure of the scenario before me, I felt a profound emptiness gnawing at my insides.

The fleeting pleasure promised by physical indulgence seemed hollow and meaningless in the face of my inner turmoil.

As I entered the VIP room, reserved for those seeking exclusive pleasures, I found myself surrounded by the allure of the night.

A beautiful woman approached me, her seductive gaze promising untold delights. But as she drew near, a strange sensation washed over me.

At that moment, her features blurred, and I saw Lisa's face reflected in hers. It was as if her presence had eclipsed that of the woman before me, stirring emotions I had long suppressed.

With a sense of resignation, I gestured for her to join me; though my heart was no longer in it, I found myself strangely indifferent, my desires muted in the presence of Lisa's memory.

For the first time, I questioned the emptiness of my pursuits, realizing that true fulfillment could not be found in the arms of a stranger.

As I grappled with the realization, a sense of longing stirred within me—a yearning for something deeper than fleeting pleasures in a world consumed by desire.

As the woman approached, her presence merely a shadow of the desire that once consumed me, I found myself uttering words I scarcely recognized as my own.

"Come with me I'll fuck you," I commanded, my tone harsh and devoid of the passion I once craved.

With quick movements, I led her to the bedroom, which was nearby. I locked the door, my actions fueled by a sense of numbness that masked the turmoil raging within me.

But as she stood before me, a vessel for my fleeting desires, a sudden wave of revulsion washed over me.

At that moment, the weight of my actions bore down on me heavily, suffocating me with the realization of what I had become. I feel the fear in my heart; the facade of indifference crumbled around me.

And then, amidst the chaos of my thoughts, I heard her voice—Lisa's voice—calling out to me, a beacon of light in the darkness of my despair.

¶I am your doll, Taehyung. I love you. Yes, I am yours. You are my man. ¶

It was as if her presence had penetrated the walls I had erected around my heart, reminding me of the love I had cast aside in pursuit of hollow pleasures.

With a sudden clarity, I pushed the woman away, the urge to flee overwhelming me. I stumbled backward, consumed by a sudden fear of losing Lisa, of losing myself to the abyss of my desires.

And in that moment, I knew that I could no longer ignore the truth that beckoned me back to her side.

As she reached out to touch me, a surge of repulsion coursed through me. "Sir, what happened? I'll please you," she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation.

I felt myself puking, as with a sudden rush I recoiled, pushing her away with a forceful gesture. "Don't touch me," I snapped, my voice tinged with a mix of anger and self-loathing.

With a heavy heart, I turned away from the room, knowing that I could no longer escape the truth that beckoned me back to Lisa's side.

It was time to confront the darkness within myself, to seek redemption in the arms of the one I had wronged.

Walking out of the club, my guards followed in tow, their silent presence a reminder of the power I wielded.

"Go to the mansion. I need space," I instructed them firmly, knowing that they understood the consequences of disobeying me.

As they nodded in compliance, I made my way to my car, the weight of my actions bearing down on me heavily.

With a sigh, I climbed into the driver's seat and drove away, the streets passing by in a blur of lights and shadows.

Eventually, I found myself on a deserted street, the silence offering a respite from the chaos of my thoughts.

Pulling over to the side, I stepped out of the car and stood alone in the cold night air, my breath visible in the darkness.

In that moment of solitude, I allowed myself to confront the truth of my shortcomings, the realization dawning upon me with a clarity that cut through the fog of my confusion.

It was time to face the consequences of my actions and seek redemption for the pain I had caused.

In that moment of solitude, as I stood alone under the cold night sky, I allowed myself to confront the truth that had been eluding me for so long.

With a heavy heart and a sense of resignation, I whispered the words aloud to myself, as if speaking them into existence would make them real.

"Lisa is the one I need. I can't cheat her or play with her. I want her. I love her," I confessed, my voice barely more than a whisper against the backdrop of the night.

It was a moment of clarity, of acceptance. For too long, I had been running from the truth, burying my feelings beneath layers of denial and distraction.

But now, as I stood on the precipice of realization, there was no denying the depth of my emotions.

With a sense of determination coursing through me, I pressed a hand to my heart and closed my eyes, allowing myself to envision Lisa's face.

As her image flooded my mind, a smile tugged at the corners of my lips, illuminating the darkness with a warmth I had long forgotten.

At that moment, I knew without a doubt that what I felt for Lisa was more than mere infatuation or lust—it was love.

As the realization washed over me, I embraced it fully, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead in pursuit of the one who held my heart in her hands.

In that moment of clarity, I knew what I had to do. I had to be a man, to face my feelings head-on and fight for the love that had eluded me for so long.

It was undeniable—I was in love. The realization settled over me like a comforting blanket, soothing the turmoil that had plagued me for so long.

As I chuckled inwardly, a sense of profound transformation washed over me. It was as if Lisa had ignited a spark within me, awakening feelings I never knew existed.

No longer the womanizer man, I now saw myself as her protector, her life partner.

With a newfound sense of purpose, I vowed to make her mine, to cherish and protect her for eternity.

The thought of losing her filled me with an unfamiliar sense of dread, a testament to the depth of my love for her.

Despite my past indiscretions, I realized that I had grown and matured into a man worthy of her affection. Lisa had changed me and molded me into someone capable of experiencing the beauty of true love.

For the first time in my life, I embraced the idea of love wholeheartedly. It filled me with an inexplicable joy, washing away the heavy desires of my past and replacing them with the pure, unadulterated bliss of being in love.

As I smiled to myself, I knew that our journey together would be nothing short of beautiful.

With Lisa by my side, I was ready to face the world, unafraid and unwavering in my commitment to making her mine in front of all who bore witness to our love.

Oh, Lisa, what have you done to me? What kind of spell have you woven around my heart that you've turned me into—into a loyal dog, chained by nothing more than the thought of you?

Damn it. I was never like this, never this weak, but you... you've twisted everything inside me.

I used to be so sure of myself, so certain of what I wanted, but now? Now, all I can think about is you, and it's driving me insane.

How did you manage to do this to me? How did you strip me of my pride and my control and leave me yearning for you like this?

I screamed into the night air, overwhelmed with happiness like a madman. I am madly in love with my doll.

I AM IN LOVE!

I AM IN LOVE WITH LISA!

FUCK YOU, LISA!

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?

I've fallen in love for the first time in my life, and it feels so real. Isn't love supposed to make it impossible for me to see another woman without feeling sick?

I felt like I would vomit whenever another woman approached me. The guilt washed over me like a tide, and the pain was unbearable.

I need to acknowledge this: yes, I am in love with Lisa. That's my validation.

Everything I did with her, every moment I was trapped in, was meant to make me fall in love. I trapped myself in my feelings.

Without wasting any time, I jumped into my BMW.

As I drove toward the mansion, anticipation bubbled within me, fueled by this newfound realization of my love for Lisa.

Arriving at the grand estate, I handed the keys to the guards and swiftly made my way inside.

Entering the mansion, I was greeted by silence, but as I ascended the staircase to my room, my heart raced with excitement.

Pushing open the door, I was met with a breathtaking sight—the room adorned with a sea of roses and flickering candlelight, casting a romantic glow over the space.

And there she was, standing before me, radiant and alluring in a beautiful red dress. Unable to contain the overwhelming surge of emotion within me, I rushed to her side, my heart pounding in my chest.

Without hesitation, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her deeply, pouring out the words that had been echoing in my heart.

"I love you, Lisa," I whispered, the weight of the confession lifting from my shoulders as I finally expressed the depth of my feelings for her.

Lisa gasped, her body trembled, yet.

Lisa looked at me with tears glistening in her eyes, her disbelief evident in her trembling voice. "Taehyung, did you just say this to me?" she whispered, her emotions raw and palpable.

Without a moment's hesitation, I gathered her into my arms and guided her to the bed, a sense of peace settling over me in her presence. As I laid her down gently, I felt a rush of warmth flood my being, knowing that only Lisa had the power to evoke such profound emotions within me.

Leaning down, I pressed my lips to hers once more, my words a fervent declaration of the love that overflowed from the depths of my soul.

"I love you so much, doll. I love you, my Lisa," I repeated, each utterance imbued with sincerity and adoration.

I must have said it a dozen times, but each time, Lisa's smile grew wider, her laughter filling the room with joy.

"I love you too," she finally replied, her voice tinged with happiness. "Well, this was unexpected, but I love it," she added, her eyes sparkling with affection and gratitude.

Resting my forehead against hers, I whispered once more, the words a solemn vow that echoed through the depths of my being. "I love you, Lisa. Only you. I am yours, and soon there will be us, only us."

She nodded in understanding, her eyes reflecting the depth of her affection for me.

But then, in her gentle manner, she diverted the conversation, her curiosity piqued by my unusually buoyant mood. "Well, yes, but today your mood is so fine. Did you get any good deal, Taehyung?"

A smile graced my lips as I gazed into her eyes, knowing that her love was the greatest treasure I could ever possess.

"You are more important than any deal, doll. For me, you're the best deal I've ever made in my life. I guess I'm the winner now," I confessed, my heart swelling with pride and gratitude.

"And today, you look so beautiful," I continued, my admiration evident in my voice. "And the surprise you prepared for me, I love it. But I can't wait to love you, Lisa," I added, my words filled with anticipation for the moments we would share, basking in the glow of our newfound love.

Her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue as she spoke, her words filled with a delicate innocence that never failed to captivate me. "I prepared dinner for us, Taehyung, and I am hungry. Please, let's eat. You have all night, okay?"

I couldn't help but smile at her sweetness, her consideration for my needs touching my heart. "Sure, I can't spoil your dinner, but you'll be my favorite dessert, Lisa. Be prepared for tonight. I'll lose myself in you," I whispered huskily, feeling a surge of desire course through me as she closed her eyes and gripped the bed sheets tightly.

When she opened her eyes again, a glimmer of anticipation danced in their depths. "I am ready for you, but let's have something to eat first, Taehyung," she suggested, her voice tinged with a playful innocence that only added to her allure.

As Lisa stood up from the bed, her hand intertwined with mine, a sense of anticipation pulsed between us.

With a gentle tug, she led me to the poolside, where a table adorned with roses and candles awaited us, casting a soft glow over the tranquil surroundings.

We settled into our seats, the flickering candlelight casting playful shadows across Lisa's radiant features.

In that moment, she seemed to embody the very essence of beauty, her presence a beacon of light in the darkness of my past.

As I gazed upon her, a wave of gratitude washed over me, for she was not just the most beautiful woman in the world but the most special one in my life.

Despite the many women I had been with, she stood apart, her presence igniting a flame within me that burned brighter with each passing moment.

As Lisa's eyes met mine, her words filled me with a sense of fulfillment that I had never known before. "You make me happy today, Taehyung," she confessed her voice soft and filled with genuine affection.

A smile spread across my face as I squeezed her hand gently. "It's my pleasure to make you happy. As your man, it's my right to please you, doll," I replied, my heart swelling with pride at the thought of being able to bring joy to her life.

She blushed at my words, her cheeks tinted with a delicate pink hue. "I wanted to give you this small surprise. I hope you like it," she said shyly, gesturing to the romantic dinner she had prepared.

Pulling her close, I pressed a tender kiss to her hand. "You are the most beautiful surprise in my life, Lisa. And it was so beautiful, even though it's simple. I find it to be the best. Thank you for doing this, doll," I whispered, my voice filled with sincerity and gratitude.

We shared a loving kiss, savoring the moment before indulging in the delicious meal she had prepared.

As we enjoyed our champagne, poured by her delicate hands, I couldn't help but praise her for her thoughtfulness, causing her cheeks to flush with embarrassment.

Once we had finished eating, I walked to Lisa and drew her close to me, my heart overflowing with love for her.

"Let's love, Lisa. Be mine and never leave me, Lisa," I declared, my voice filled with conviction as I pledged my unwavering devotion to her.