--◈◆LISA◆◈--

As I lay in a daze, still caught between sleep and wakefulness, I suddenly felt Taehyung's presence beside me. His words cut through the fog of my dreams, filled with desperation and fear.

"Don't ever leave me, Lisa. I will die," his voice quivered with emotion, pulling me from my slumber with a jolt of confusion and concern.

Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tightly as I reassured him.

"Hey, I'm here. I'm not leaving you," I whispered, my voice soothingly to his troubled soul.

As he lifted his head from my neck, cupping my face in his hands, I saw the fear and tears in his eyes, and my heart ached for him.

"Lisa, whatever happens, promise me you'll never leave me. Promise me, doll," he pleaded, his words filled with urgency and desperation.

The intensity of his emotions sent a shiver down my spine, and I knew that whatever had happened had shaken him to his core.

With a sense of determination, I looked into his eyes and made a solemn vow. "I promise, Taehyung. I'll never leave you," I affirmed, my voice steady despite the turmoil in my heart. "I'll always be by your side, no matter what."

As I spoke these words, a sense of peace washed over him, and I knew that at that moment, our bond had grown even stronger.

Though I was still unsure of what had plagued his dreams, I was grateful for the opportunity to comfort and reassure him.

As Taehyung held me close, his words washed over me, filling me with a mixture of confusion, shock, and a hint of excitement. "I won't leave you, never. I am yours," I reassured him, my voice soft and filled with sincerity.

But Taehyung's next words caught me off guard, sending my mind reeling. "I don't know, Lisa. I don't know what's happening," he confessed, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"But I don't want you to leave. You are mine, marked as my woman, and soon you'll be my wife, my partner, my everything."

My heart skipped a beat at his declaration, my cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and joy. His words were like a whirlwind, sweeping me off my feet and leaving me dizzy with emotion.

But amidst the whirlwind of emotions, one thought stood out—his mention of marriage.

Wife?

But he had always been adamant about keeping our relationship a secret, about not revealing our love to the world.

What had changed?

And why was everything happening so suddenly?

Despite my confusion, I couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness at the thought of being Taehyung's wife and sharing my life with him in every possible way.

But at the same time, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease, the nagging sense that something wasn't quite right.

As I looked into Taehyung's eyes, searching for answers, I realized that perhaps, in his fears and uncertainties, he had made a decision—a decision to claim me as his own, to love me openly and without reservation.

As I cupped Taehyung's face in my hands, I could feel the tension slowly melting away from his features. He leaned into my touch, seeking solace and reassurance in the warmth of my hands.

"Relax yourself," I whispered gently, my voice soft and soothing.

And as if my words were a magic spell, Taehyung wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close as he buried his face in my shoulder.

At that moment, he cried like a baby bear, his tears soaking into my soft skin.

Despite his age and stature, Taehyung's vulnerability was both surprising and endearing. It was a side of him that I had never seen before—a glimpse into the depths of his heart laid bare before me.

I felt so hurt because maybe he was scared that, like his past partners, I would leave him; maybe that's why he was scared.

But even in his tears, there was a sense of strength—a resilience that spoke volumes about the man he was.

Taehyung was not afraid to show his emotions, to let down his guard, and to be vulnerable with me. And in that vulnerability, I found a newfound admiration and respect for him.

He may have been 40 years old, but at that moment, Taehyung was just a man—a man who had faced his fears and uncertainties head-on and had found solace in the arms of the woman he loved.

As I held him close, I could feel the warmth radiating from his body, the weight of his vulnerabilities pressing against me.

"Lisa, my mother left me; everyone left me. But please, don't leave me," he said, his voice trembling with raw emotion. "I promise I will make you happy. I will keep you happy and do everything you say. I will never leave you; I will never harm you, shout at you, or make you sad. I want to be a good man for you."

I felt the sincerity in his words, the desperation mingling with hope. He continued, "I know I am the worst, but Lisa, I see you as my love, as my breath. You've shown me what love truly is."

His admission hung in the air, heavy with meaning. I could see the turmoil within him—the scars of his past and the hope for a brighter future.

It was an intimate moment, one where the boundaries between our hearts blurred, and I felt the truth of his words seep into my very being.

"I don't want to lose you," he added, his gaze piercing into mine, searching for assurance. "You are everything to me."

As he spoke, I felt tears prick in my eyes. I reached up, cupping his face with my hand, my thumb brushing against his cheek. "You won't lose me, Taehyung. I promise. I'm here, and I want to be with you. We'll face everything together."

His shoulders relaxed as I spoke, a flicker of relief crossing his face. I could see the walls he had built around his heart beginning to crumble, revealing the vulnerable man underneath.

At that moment, I knew we were building something beautiful—a love that was strong enough to withstand the storms that life threw our way.

Taehyung pulled me closer, our foreheads touching, our breaths mingling. "I will fight for us," he whispered. "No matter what."

I smiled softly, feeling the warmth of his love envelop me. "And I will fight for us too, Taehyung. We're stronger together."

With those words, I felt an unbreakable bond forming between us, one that would guide us through the darkest nights and the brightest days.

In his arms, I found not just a lover but a partner—a man who was willing to lay his heart bare and trust in the love we shared.

As Taehyung hugged for a while and then broke the hug, a sense of warmth lingered in the air between us.

He spoke softly, his voice filled with remorse. "I'm sorry I disturbed your sleep. Just sleep," he said, his gaze filled with tenderness.

I smiled gently and reassured him, "No worries. It's a privilege to witness your love, Taehyung. It makes me feel special, despite the differences we may have—our age, status, and even our relationship. But you are the man I've always needed, and I love you. Just trust me, I'll never leave you."

His hand reached out, gently lifting my chin as he looked into my eyes with unwavering intensity. "And if you ever wanted to leave me," he whispered, his voice filled with determination, "I'll tie you up with me. Doll, I will never set you free."

I blushed at his words, feeling a rush of emotions surge through me. "I don't want to be free from you," I admitted shyly, my heart pounding with love and devotion for this man who had captured my soul so completely.

The room felt warmer, and the air charged with unspoken tension as I gazed at Taehyung's bare form before me. His body was taut, every muscle defined, his arousal unmistakable.

His breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling with anticipation. I knew he was holding back.

Slowly, I reached out, my hand finding his hardened length. The heat of his manhood sent a shiver down my spine, and I began to massage him, my fingers curling around his rigid flesh with purpose.

His lips parted, his breath catching as his head fell back against the headboard.

"Doll, what are you?" His voice was barely a whisper, thick with disbelief and desire.

I smirked, leaning in close so that my breath danced across his skin. "Let me take care of you," I murmured, my eyes never leaving his.

The vulnerability in his gaze stirred something deep within me—a primal need to give him the release he so desperately craved.

Without waiting for a response, I lowered myself between his legs, my mouth hovering over his throbbing erection.

I could feel the pulse of his need and see the tension in his body as I slowly took him into my mouth, inch by inch.

The taste of him was intoxicating, the weight of his desire heavy on my tongue as I moved with deliberate, sensual strokes.

Taehyung's groan filled the room, his fingers tangling in my hair as he gasped, "Lisa, what are you doing, doll?" His voice was rough, but his grip on my hair tightened, betraying his need.

I looked up at him, pausing just long enough to meet his gaze, my lips brushing against the tip of his length. "Let me do this for you," I whispered, my voice filled with a mix of love and lust.

I didn't wait for approval, because I already had it—the way his body responded to my touch told me everything.

I continued, my pace increasing as I felt him tense beneath me, his hips beginning to lift in rhythm with my movements.

The sounds escaping him—those deep, guttural moans—sent a thrill through me. His restraint was slipping, and I could sense the release he was on the brink of, his body shaking with the effort to hold back.

Just as I sensed him teetering on the edge, I pulled away, leaving him gasping in disbelief.

His eyes shot open, filled with both frustration and desire, but I only smiled wickedly, climbing onto his lap, and straddling him in the cowgirl position. His hands immediately found my hips, gripping me tightly as if he feared I might slip away.

I leaned down, my breasts brushing against his chest as I whispered in his ear, "Now let me finish what I started."

Slowly, teasingly, I lowered myself onto him, feeling every inch of his hardness as he filled me. Taehyung let out a strangled groan, his grip on me tightening as I began to ride him.

Our bodies moved together, a perfect rhythm that built with every thrust, every roll of my hips. I could see the desperation in his eyes, feel the way his body shuddered beneath mine, and it only spurred me on further.

His hands roamed up my back, his lips finding my neck, trailing fiery kisses along my skin as I moved faster, pushing him closer to the edge.

I could feel his restraint breaking, his body surrendering to the pleasure I was giving him.

"Lisa..." he gasped, his voice raw with need.

The morning light illuminated my milky skin as I bounced on his shaft, my soft, tender breasts swaying enticingly before him.

His hands roamed over my body, caressing my breasts and teasing my nipples.

He spoke with genuine appreciation, his words melting my heart: "I am a lucky man to have such a beautiful, loving, and caring girl in my life. No one can do for me what you do, doll."

I smiled, basking in the warmth of his praise. "Just forget about everything else, because I am yours, and we are for each other," I reassured him, my voice filled with love and devotion.

As he reciprocated, his manly nipples inviting my touch and my lips, the pleasure intensified. I delighted in the sensation, alternating between sucking and gently biting on his nipples, all while riding him with fervor.

Our connection deepened with every touch, every caress, as we surrendered to the passion that bound us together.

Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, each touch and kiss fueling the fire between us.

As I continued to ride with passion, his hands explored every inch of my skin, igniting sensations that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my veins.

He whispered sweet nothings in my ear, his words like music to my soul. "You are everything to me, Lisa. I can't imagine my life without you," he confessed, his voice filled with raw emotion.

I tightened my grip on him, drawing him closer as I buried my face in his neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent. "I love you, Taehyung. With every fiber of my being," I declared, my voice trembling with emotion.

At that moment, as our bodies were entwined in passion, I knew that we were meant to be together. Nothing could tear us apart, for our love was stronger than any obstacle.

As we surrendered to the ecstasy of our union, I felt a profound sense of peace wash over me, knowing that I was exactly where I belonged—in his arms, forever and always.

As our climax approached, the intensity of our connection heightened.

With synchronized passion, we reached the pinnacle of ecstasy together, our bodies trembling in pleasure as we shared the intimate moment.

With one final thrust, I felt him explode inside me, my body trembling as I milked every last bit of his release.

I leaned forward, kissing him deeply, savoring the way he moaned into my mouth and the way his body melted against mine.

We stayed like that for a moment, our breaths heavy, bodies entwined, the intensity of what had just happened still lingering in the air.

I smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from his face as he looked up at me, his gaze filled with wonder.

"You did it," he murmured, his voice hoarse but full of warmth. "You made me lose control."

I chuckled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

Afterward, we retreated to the bathroom, where we indulged in a sensual shower together.

With tender caresses and passionate kisses, we lavished each other with affection, relishing in the intimacy of our bond.

As I kneeled before him, taking him into my mouth once more, I reveled in the power of pleasuring him. Consumed by desire, I eagerly drank in his essence, savoring every drop of his release.

As Taehyung lifted me from the bathroom took me to the bedroom and gently laid me down on the bed, he covered us with the blanket and whispered, "Thank you for loving me, Lisa. Let's sleep a little longer, okay? And I've decided not to go to the office today."

I nodded, feeling the warmth of his embrace, and then asked hesitantly, "Taehyung, will you marry me? I mean, you mentioned hiding our relationship for some reason, but what has changed?"

Cupping my face in his hands, Taehyung looked into my eyes with unwavering determination. "There's no need to hide anymore, Lisa. I said what I did before because of certain reasons, but now I realize there's nothing to worry about as long as we're together."

I nodded, feeling a surge of relief wash over me, but another concern lingered in my mind. "But what about my parents, Taehyung? I mean..."

He silenced my worries with a tender kiss, his lips conveying a promise of unwavering support. "I'll make them understand, Lisa. And regardless of anyone's approval, I'll marry you."

His words filled me with a sense of security and love, knowing that he was willing to go to any lengths to make our relationship official.

As I looked into Taehyung's eyes, a question weighing heavily on my heart, I finally mustered the courage to ask, "Taehyung, I've never asked for much from you, but now I find myself needing to know: what does love mean to you?"

His smile was soft, and his eyes glimmered with warmth as he turned the question back to me. "First, Lisa, tell me, what does love mean to you? What do you see it as?"

With a gentle exhale, I found the words to express what I had long pondered. "For me, love is beautiful and pure. Even before I met you, I was reserved, and hesitant to let anyone close. But with you, Taehyung, I've found a boldness within myself, a willingness to open up and give my all. Being with you has transformed me, not only in personality but also in maturity."

As the weight of my confession hung in the air, I searched his face for any sign of understanding, hoping that my words had conveyed the depth of my feelings for him...

Taehyung's expression softened, a tenderness in his gaze as he listened to my heartfelt words. With a gentle touch, he reached out to cup my face, his thumb brushing lightly against my cheek.

"Lisa," he began, his voice low and full of sincerity, "love is a journey, a journey that transforms us in ways we never thought possible. It's about growth, about becoming the best versions of ourselves, both individually and together."

His words resonated with me, echoing the sentiments I had felt deep within my heart. With each passing moment, I felt a deeper connection forming between us, a bond that transcended mere words.

"And with you," Taehyung continued, his gaze never wavering from mine. "I've discovered a love that is both passionate and tender, fierce yet gentle. You've shown me what it means to truly care for someone, to cherish every moment we share."

As his words washed over me, I felt a sense of warmth and contentment settle within my soul. In Taehyung's embrace, I knew I had found a love that was worth every moment of uncertainty and doubt.

With a mischievous grin, Taehyung whispered, "Tonight, get ready for something special. It's a surprise just for us." My eyes sparkled with anticipation as I eagerly inquired, "What is it?"

He playfully nipped at my cheek and teased, "Naughty girl, you'll just have to wait and see. It'll make you happy. But for now, sleep tight. Like you surprised me, it's my turn to return the favor. No more questions, just sleep." His words filled me with excitement and curiosity. I hugged him and saw him closing his eyes.

Last night was truly beautiful for me. Taehyung confessed his love, and I felt like I was in heaven. I love him more than words can express.

As I watched Taehyung sleeping peacefully, a blush crept onto my cheeks. Slowly, I began to ease myself out of his bed, intending to prepare a romantic breakfast for us.

But as I made my move, his grip tightened around my arm, his eyes still closed.

"Lisa, stay in bed. Don't go," he murmured, his voice filled with sleep.

I attempted to reassure him, "You can sleep; I'll just come and make breakfast for us."

But before I could continue, he pulled me closer, his hand trailing down to give my backside a firm yet tender spank.

A mixture of pleasure and pain rippled through me, igniting a familiar desire.

He continued to caress me, his touch sending shivers down my spine as he finally opened his eyes. "Are you hungry, doll? You're exhausted; just sleep," he insisted, concern evident in his gaze.

Meeting his gaze, I pleaded softly, "I'm fine, Taehyung. I just want to make breakfast. Can I go, please? I'm hungry."

The intensity of the moment hung in the air, charged with desire and longing, as we shared a silent exchange, each understanding the other's unspoken needs.

He teased, "For me, Lisa?" His playful tone caused a smirk to form on my lips and I retaliated by pinching his nipple gently. "You're the most insatiable man I've ever known. Now, please let me go."

With a nod, he acquiesced, "Go, doll, but make sure to bring some cream to the bedroom."

Perplexed, I questioned, "Okay, but why cream?"

His chuckle sent a shiver down my spine as he leaned in, his breath hot against my ear, his words sending my mind reeling.

My eyes widened, my jaw dropping in disbelief at his bold suggestion. "You're my breakfast, Lisa," he murmured, his voice dripping with seduction. "I'll adorn you with delicious cream; enjoy every inch of you. Chocolate, perhaps? I can use it if you like it. Whatever you desire, doll. I'll feast on you."

His words, so wicked yet undeniably alluring, left me speechless, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

Pushing him away gently, I stammered, "We should... we should respect our food, Taehyung. Please don't say things like that. It's... embarrassing."

Flushed with embarrassment, I couldn't meet his gaze as he responded, his tone teasing yet sincere. "I respect my food, Lisa," he said, a playful wink accompanying his words.

Caught off guard, my mouth hung open, unable to form a coherent response.

My throat went dry.

Taehyung's playful demeanor softened as he noticed my embarrassment, his expression filled with understanding and affection.

With a gentle hand, he lifted my chin, guiding my gaze to meet his. "I'm sorry, Lisa," he said, his voice tender. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. You know I always respect your boundaries."

Feeling the warmth of his touch and the sincerity in his words, I couldn't help but melt into his embrace. Despite his teasing nature, I knew he cared deeply for me, cherishing our connection above all else.

With a sheepish smile, I leaned in to press a soft kiss against his lips, reassurance and affection flowing between us.

"I know, Taehyung," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "I just... sometimes you catch me off guard with your... uh, creativity."

His laughter filled the room, a sound that never failed to lift my spirits. "I can't help it," he chuckled, pulling me closer. "You bring out the best—or should I say, the most mischievous—in me."

I met Taehyung's gaze, determination shining in my eyes as I softly insisted, "Now, let me go, please."

His nod was accompanied by a mischievous grin, his words sending a shiver down my spine. "Take what I told you, Lisa, and prepare yourself. I'll be devouring you all day."

Blushing furiously, I slipped out of his embrace and off the bed, feeling exposed and vulnerable in my nakedness.

With hurried movements, I attempted to cover myself, a sense of self-consciousness washing over me.

As I made my way to the closet, Taehyung's playful commentary followed me, his words teasing yet filled with admiration. "Such a seductress, showing off your sexy body, doll. You're doing it on purpose; to make me hard isn't Fuck Doll. You are making me crazy, man, and I will make sure I will fuck you like a devil. I will love you as your slave," he remarked, his tone laced with appreciation.

"Taehyung, let me wear it; please don't do that now," I said to him Ignoring his playful banter, I focused on finding something to wear.

Hastily pulling on a loose shirt and pants, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Feeling Taehyung's gaze lingering on me as I emerged from the closet, I couldn't help but blush, a rush of warmth flooding my cheeks.

Avoiding his eyes, I hurriedly made my way past him, the intensity of his stare sending a shiver down my spine.

With each step, I felt his presence like a magnetic pull, drawing me closer yet simultaneously igniting a sense of nervous anticipation.

As I reached the kitchen, I exhaled a shaky breath, grateful for the momentary reprieve from his penetrating gaze.

Though his eyes had stirred something within me, a flutter of excitement and uncertainty, I couldn't deny the thrill of being seen, truly seen, by someone as captivating as Taehyung.

With each passing moment, I found myself falling deeper under his spell, eager to explore the depths of our connection and the possibilities that lay ahead.

With a sense of urgency, I set to work in the kitchen, determined to prepare a breakfast fit for Taehyung before the staff arrived.

The clatter of pots and pans filled the air as I moved swiftly, a flurry of activity as I brewed his black tea and coffee for myself, ensuring each cup was just to his liking.

The aroma of freshly made pancakes wafted through the kitchen, mingling with the scent of sizzling bacon and scrambled eggs.

With practiced hands, I plated the food, arranging it meticulously on the table, a feast awaiting his arrival.

As I put the finishing touches on the spread, a sense of satisfaction washed over me, knowing that I had created something special for Taehyung.

Despite the rush and the nerves that still lingered, I couldn't help but smile, eager to see his reaction to the breakfast I had prepared with care and love.

I couldn't help but smile, reminiscing about last night's passion. Taehyung's relentless fervor had left me breathless, pushing me to the edge of ecstasy.

His roughness, once overwhelming, now felt tailor-made for my body, which had adapted to his intense desires.

My cheeks flushed as I recalled the most unforgettable night of my life. Taehyung's whispered confession, "I love you," still echoed in my mind, sending shivers down my spine.

The vulnerability in his eyes, the fear of losing me, only strengthened my devotion.

I felt cherished, knowing he loved me more than anything. The depth of his emotions resonated deeply within me, forging an unbreakable bond.

--◈◆TAEHYUNG◆◈--

As Lisa gracefully emerged from the bedroom, her presence infused the room with an air of anticipation, signaling the start of the day's carefully planned.

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips, knowing that what awaited her would be nothing short of extraordinary.

With a swift movement, I reached for my iPhone resting on the side table, dialing Dalen's number without hesitation.

His unwavering loyalty was a comforting reassurance as I embarked on this mission to create a day she would never forget.

"Hello, sir, how are you?" Dalen's voice came through the line, a steady presence that I relied on for moments like these.

"Dalen," I started, my mind already envisioning the perfect scene for my beloved. "I need you to arrange a surprise date for my soon-to-be wife. It has to be nothing short of exquisite—she deserves that. I want a private, VIP dinner at the enchanting Dieppe beachside. Book the entire resort for the whole day and night, and ensure the terrace is beautifully decorated. This needs to be unique, like a private suite."

Dalen listened intently as I continued, my vision growing clearer. "I want to include an air balloon ride for the proposal, complete with decorations. I envision proposing to her amidst the clouds."

"Understood, sir," he replied, his tone affirming that he grasped the importance of what I was planning. "I will ensure that every detail is executed with the utmost care. From the romantic ambiance to the privacy and security you desire, I'll make it happen."

I pressed on, feeling a surge of determination. "And don't forget to have a cake waiting for us; I expect nothing less than perfection, so make sure to keep everything discreet and secure. I can't have any lapses in this arrangement."

"Rest assured, sir. Everything will be executed according to your impeccable taste," Dalen reassured me.

After hanging up, a wave of urgency washed over me. I had to secure the most crucial piece of this entire plan: the ring.

How could I have overlooked such a pivotal detail? Every element must align seamlessly to orchestrate this unforgettable moment.

Swiftly, I rose from the bed, a sense of determination propelling me forward. As I approached the closet, I retrieved my sweatpants and shirt, donning them with purpose.

Running a hand through my hair in a gesture of fleeting anxiety, I embarked on my way downstairs to the kitchen.

Amidst the comforting aroma of breakfast stood Lisa, engrossed in her morning routine.

Without hesitation, I closed the distance between us, enveloping her in a tender back embrace, inhaling deeply the familiar scent that whispered of belonging and possession. She was mine, in every sense of the word.

As I nibbled gently at her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her lips, Lisa's voice broke through the haze of desire. "Taehyung, why did you come? I was just finishing up. I was about to bring everything to the room."

Turning to face her, I cradled her face in my hands, my gaze tender yet resolute. "Lisa, how could I let you toil alone, even for a moment? You know I can't bear to leave you unattended."

A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she playfully chided, "You're so possessive and obsessed with me, Mr. Kim."

Drawing her closer, a dangerous edge creeping into my voice, I countered, "You are mine, Lisa. It's my right to be possessive over you." With a gentle push, I reclaimed her gaze, my expression unwavering.

Her nod was accompanied by a subtle gulp, acknowledging the truth in my words. With fervent determination, I claimed her lips in a passionate kiss, a silent declaration of our unbreakable bond.

Our tongue and saliva blend, and while we fight for our dominance, I lick her mouth until she gets weakened.

Breaking the kiss, I cupped her face in my hands, my voice unwavering as I spoke from the depths of my heart. "We may argue, we may fight, but in the end, Lisa, we belong together. Forever."

With a radiant smile, Lisa suggested, "Before anyone else arrives, let's have breakfast together, Taehyung. Okay?"

I nodded in agreement, joining her in setting the table and assisting with the preparations.

As we settled into our seats, ready to savor the meal she had lovingly crafted, I couldn't help but admire her culinary prowess.

Gazing into her eyes, I couldn't contain my appreciation. "You always make everything so delicious, Lisa."

Blushing slightly, she replied, "Thank you," her voice tinged with modesty.

Leaning in, I pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, my tone asserting dominance as I instructed, "Now, open your mouth and don't ask questions."

Confusion clouded her features momentarily before I clarified, "I want to feed you, my doll. Just do it."

She nodded in acquiescence, her anticipation palpable as I placed the succulent strawberry between her lips.

Without warning, I drew her into a passionate kiss, the sweetness of the fruit mingling with the taste of her lips as we surrendered to the moment.

Her soft moan only fueled my desire, and I relished the sensation of her fingers threading through my hair.

Breaking the kiss, her eyes sparkling with mischief, she panted breathlessly, "So, this is why you wanted to feed me?"

I nodded, a grin spreading across my lips as she playfully retaliated, "Now it's my turn, Taehyung. Open your mouth."

I complied eagerly, reveling in the sensation of her feeding me, her command igniting a primal desire within me.

As she poured cream into my mouth, her tongue darted out to lick the sweetness from my lips, sending shivers down my spine.

Without hesitation, I pulled her onto my lap, the intimacy of our embrace deepening with each passing moment.

With Lisa seated on my lap, our bodies pressed close, and the air crackled with a potent mix of desire and adoration.

As she continued to feed me, her touch ignited a fire within me, each caress leaving a trail of electric sensation in its wake.

I leaned into her, my breath mingling with hers as I whispered, "You have no idea how much you mean to me, Lisa. Every moment with you is a treasure, a glimpse of paradise in this chaotic world."

Her eyes shimmered with unspoken emotion as she gazed back at me, her fingers tenderly tracing the contours of my face. "Taehyung, you've opened my heart in ways I never thought possible. With you, I feel whole, complete."

The intensity of our connection surged between us, binding us together in a bond that transcended words.

At that moment, as we shared our deepest truths amidst the intimacy of breakfast, I knew with unwavering certainty that she was the one I wanted to spend my life forever with.

As she leaned in, her lips brushing against mine with a tantalizing promise, I felt a surge of longing coursing through me.

In that fleeting moment, time stood still, and all that mattered was the intoxicating bond we shared.

After finishing our breakfast, we left the dishes for the staff to attend to, and I led Lisa by the hand to our bedroom. We made our way to bed, and there we nestled in each other's arms.

We talked for a while, the atmosphere between us soft and intimate. As Lisa nestled closer, I murmured, "Lisa, make sure to pack some clothes for one day."

She looked up at me, her eyes full of trust, and said with a small smile, "Okay, I'll pack yours too."

I couldn't help but grin, leaning down to kiss her lips softly. "Yes, doll. Now you have to take care of everything for me." She smiled, and we kissed.

The warmth of her presence wrapped around me, a comfort I'd grown to rely on. With a gentle hand, I stroked her hair until she drifted into a peaceful slumber, her breathing soft and even.

Once I was sure she was sound asleep, I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her. Grabbing my iPhone, I quietly moved to the next part of the plan.

With her ring size already in mind, I opened Cartier's website and meticulously selected the most exquisite ring they had.

Every detail had to be perfect, reflecting just how much she meant to me. I made arrangements for the staff to deliver it discreetly that evening, sealing the final touch to what would be an unforgettable day.

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As evening settled in, anticipation crackled in the air, every moment a step closer to the night I had meticulously planned.

The staff had already packed our clothes and loaded them into the BMW, leaving nothing to chance. Lisa was in the bath, her laughter echoing softly from behind the door, while I dressed for the evening.

I slipped into my black suit, adjusting the cuffs, making sure every detail was perfect. I spritzed my favorite cologne, the scent filling the room, then fastened my watch with precision.

I took a cigarette, running it between my fingers thoughtfully, though I knew tonight held more than the usual calm ritual.

In my pocket, I tucked a silk tie, ready to blindfold her when the time was right, adding an air of mystery to the surprise I had waiting for her.

Everything was in place. The only thing left now was the ring—the heart of this entire night.

Suddenly, my iPhone buzzed. A notification from the guard. My parcel had arrived. The ring.

A surge of excitement shot through me. This was it. I made my way downstairs, my pulse quickening with each step as I prepared to collect the symbol of everything she meant to me.

The night was about to begin, and it would be one we'd never forget.

Knowing that it held the key to fulfilling my deepest desire: to ask Lisa to be my forever.

As I descended the staircase, my eyes fell upon Lee Han, our loyal butler, holding a box with a knowing smile.

Accepting the box from him, his observation didn't go unnoticed as he remarked, "You seem particularly joyful today, sir."

I nodded, unable to contain the happiness radiating within me. "Indeed, Lee Han. Lisa has that effect on me."

His expression softened with understanding as he acknowledged, "She is a wonderful young lady, sir. But what about Mrs. Rena?"

Meeting his gaze with resolve, I replied, "I've made my decision. I'm divorcing Rena to be with Lisa. It's as simple as that."

Lee Han's words struck a chord within me, stirring a mix of emotions that I struggled to contain.

His honesty cut through the facade I had carefully constructed around my tumultuous past, laying bare the truth of my reckless actions and their impact on those I had loved and left behind.

"I never came into your matter before, but I know what you do, sir. It's not my place, but for me, Lisa is a good girl. I have seen the pure love she has for you. Just don't break her. I mean, I have seen many women come into your life, and you forget them like nothing. Many break and many just come for money and others, but she is innocent. I am sorry if I said more; please ignore my silliness."

As he spoke, his genuine concern for Lisa's well-being resonated deeply within me, serving as a stark reminder of the fragile trust I held in my hands.

Anger simmered beneath the surface, directed not at Lee Han but at my shortcomings and the ghosts of my past.

Suppressing the urge to lash out, I instead chose to channel my emotions into action. Placing a reassuring hand on Lee Han's shoulder, I met his gaze with newfound determination.

I felt angry, but I held it, knowing about my womanizer past. He is indeed right. I placed my hand on him and said, "I never said anything to you, Lee Han, never in years. But for me, Lisa is my life, my breath, and now it's time to say it: I am hers."

"You've never overstepped your bounds before, Lee Han, and your words carry weight," I began, my voice tinged with sincerity. "You're right to caution me, to remind me of the gravity of my choices. Lisa is unlike anyone I've ever known, and I refuse to let the past repeat itself. She is my everything, my reason for the change; she is my favorite woman and always will be; it's like I even know myself now what I needed that I never knew."

With those words, I made a silent vow to honor Lisa's purity of heart, to cherish and protect her with every fiber of my being.

It was time to break free from the shadows of my past and embrace the light of a future filled with genuine love and devotion.

"Be happy, sir; I may excuse." I nodded, acknowledging my decision, and he respectfully excused himself.

As he departed, leaving me alone with the box containing the symbol of my commitment to Lisa, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation mingled with determination.

Opening the box, I gazed at the stunning ring nestled within, its brilliance reflecting the depth of my feelings for Lisa.

With the ring box securely tucked into my pocket, I reached for my iPhone and called my lawyer.

"Hello, sir," came the familiar voice on the other end.

Without delay, I got straight to business. "Prepare the divorce papers for Rena as per our agreement. I'll be there in two days to finalize everything. Also, transfer the ownership of the mansion to her. It means nothing to me now, and this will be my final gesture of closure."

With every word, I felt a sense of liberation, a burden lifting from my chest as I moved forward, fully committed to the future I wanted with Lisa.

"Understood, sir. I'll prepare the documents and arrange for the transfer. Shall I set up a time for you to sign the papers?"

"No need. After I sign, just deliver them to the mansion. And make sure the transfer goes through smoothly."

"I'll handle it promptly, sir. Is there anything else you require?"

"That's all for now," I said, feeling a wave of finality.

With the call concluded, I tucked the iPhone away and contemplated the weight of my decisions. It was time to sever ties with the past and embrace the future with Lisa by my side, my doll.

"Taehyung, I am ready." As I turned to face Lisa, her sweet voice washing over me like a soothing melody, my breath caught in my throat at the sight before me.

She stood before me, a vision of elegance and grace, adorned in the diamond necklace I had lovingly chosen for her.

Her red dress accentuated her beauty, the color mirroring the passion that burned between us.

With just a hint of makeup, she radiated a natural beauty that captivated me completely. I couldn't tear my gaze away from her, mesmerized by her simple yet alluring presence.

A surge of affection and desire coursed through me as I took in every detail of her appearance. The subtle red lipstick she wore only heightened my longing to kiss her and taste the sweetness of her lips once more.

At that moment, I knew without a doubt that she was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. She was my everything, and I would do anything to make her happy.

As I approached her, I couldn't resist the urge to hold her delicate hand, bringing it to my lips to plant a tender kiss. "Shall we, my beautiful doll? I can hardly wait any longer."

Her lips curled into a coy smile as she bit them softly, innocence radiating from her every movement. "Neither can I," she confessed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "And you look so handsome."

Returning her compliment with a smile of my own, I reassured her, "And you, my soon-to-be wife, look stunning."

A rosy blush tinted her cheeks as she trembled slightly, her hand trembling as she intertwined her fingers with mine.

"Taehyung, what about Mrs. Rena? I understand it's all business, but how will she react when she learns of our relationship? It could be worse." She trailed off, her voice laced with concern.

Pulling her into the circle of my arms, I held her close, her waist securely ensnared by my embrace.

Her gasp of surprise only fueled the intensity of my gaze as I locked eyes with her, the depths of my love reflected in their dark depths.

"There is no one who can question my actions, Lisa; no one has the power to do anything to Taehyung Kim; except you," I declared firmly, my voice tinged with possessiveness.

"And there's something you need to understand before we proceed with our marriage. I had Rena sign a contract that grants me the freedom to divorce her at will. She holds no power over me, and I am not accountable to her in any way. Do you understand, doll?"

My tone carried a hint of dominance, a reminder of my unwavering authority in this matter.

As she nodded in acknowledgment, I felt a sense of reassurance knowing that she understood the dynamic between us.

I interrupted her with a reassuring squeeze of her hand, my gaze unwavering. "Don't worry, my love. I'll handle everything. Our love is unshakeable, and nothing will stand in the way of our happiness."

She nodded and hugged me. With Lisa nestled in my arms, we stepped out of the mansion and into the waiting luxury of the BWM.

The guard opened the door with a deferential nod, ushering us into the plush interior.

As we settled in, I instructed the driver to make way for Dieppe Beach, where our evening of enchantment awaited. Other guards trailed behind us in a separate SUV, ensuring our security.

Glancing at Lisa, I noticed a flicker of nervousness in her eyes. Leaning closer, I whispered, "Why are you so nervous, my doll?"

She met my gaze, her eyes reflecting a mixture of excitement and apprehension. "I'm not sure," she admitted softly, "but it feels like something out of a dream, something magical, like a story unfolding before us."

Her words resonated deeply within me, and I tightened my embrace around her, silently vowing to make this evening one she would never forget.

Her words sparked warmth within me as I confessed, "It's magical for me too, Lisa. I never imagined I could feel this way, especially as someone who once dismissed the notion of love."

Her smile filled me with a sense of contentment as she gently squeezed my hand, her silent support reassuring me of our shared journey ahead.

A fresh sense of clarity descended upon me as we traveled in the direction of Dieppe Beach in the BWM. I came to the realization that I wanted a future with Lisa, not simply a brief romance.

One of the best beaches close to Paris is this one. When it comes to an authentic escape from Paris, Dieppe Beach is a paradise.

This is the closest beach to the French capital, with a 1.5-kilometer coastline.

She would be the one to bear my children, to give me the heirs I had never imagined having.

With her by my side, I felt empowered to embrace the idea of starting a family, something I had once considered out of reach.

At that moment, I knew that Lisa was not just my partner but the cornerstone of the family I longed to build. She will be the one who holds power over me, and I like it.