Taehyung's Pov:
Fuck! Why is she here? I called Dr. Williams but why did she send her?
"What are you doing here?" I ask as I start buttoning my shirt. A small smirk tugs on her lips as she approaches me. She suddenly presses her palm lightly on my chest and I slap her hand away immediately.
"Don't dare, Mia." I warn her calmly, however, she doesn't stir from her position and continues to scowl at me. She scoffs.
"I'm not your submissive now, so, I can touch you, right? You bind me with a contract and that said not to touch you unless you touch me, we're not in a contract so, I can touch you—" She says as she ogles my body and I feel disgusted. I roll my eyes.
"Yes and as an educated person you should understand that you still can't touch me and I, Kim Taehyung would never touch you." I say as I hang the suit around my hand she lets out a loud laugh. I raise a brow.
"Oh, Taehyung, I know the end of the day you'll return to me. Only I know how to please you—” She says as she places her palm above chest and my jaw clenches tightly. “There are plenty of women in the states who can please me more than you, Mia, besides I didn’t call you to talk about something stupid.” I say as I slap her hand away again. This bitch disgusts me.
"Who is this little girl, by the way? She's even in your bedroom, sleeping peacefully. I believe you never allow anyone to sleep in your room. Not even me. What's so special about her, Mr. Kim?” She asks with her gritted teeth and my gaze shifts towards Mimi. She's really sleeping peacefully now. It looks good on her. The peace.
"Check on her, she has a high fever and she knocked out a while ago." I order, keeping my eyes on the fragile body of Mimi. Bending down, I remove the short hair from her forhead and massage her scalp gently. I can feel Mia's burning gaze upon me but I don't care what she thinks of me.
She's obsessive with me, even though the contract had ended few months ago, she still considers herself special whereas I treated her like how I treated all of my submissives I kept earlier.
"Leave the room, I'm gonna check on her." she says calmly. And I stare back at the woman who's literally glaring at Mimi.
"I'm not going to leave the room, you'll check on her in front of me." I assert calmly. I know she's misunderstanding the situation and she can do anything harmful to Mimi. Even though I hate the girl but I can't afford to see her in trouble just because of an obsessive woman like Mia.
"Then tell me who she is." she demands as she crosses her arms together. My anger peeks in my nerves and it's getting out of hands.
"Will you going check on her or you want me to ruin your whole profession for provoking me? You surely observed how many people I've destroyed just because they decided to fuck with me and that didn’t end well.” I rasp calmly and her face gets paler. That's it. She knows pretty well what I'm capable of doing.
"I think she is taking higher antibiotics for some disease, probably she takes intense dose to prevent it and her body couldn't bear the dose and she knocked out totally, don't worry she will wake up soon." Mia says and I raise one of my brows while rubbing my lower lip. Why is she taking antibiotics actually? What type of disease? Mia injects something on her arm and gets up from her seat.
"She's sleeping now, she needs proper sleep to recover, seems she didn't sleep for a while." she punchers and I nod. I see Yura is running towards me and my face softens.
"Papa, when will she woke up?" she asks while I help her to climb on the bed.
"She will wake up soon, don't worry, she is sleeping now." I say as I ruffle her hair. "Mi, wake up hurry, we've lots of stuff to do." She says softly and my heart melts to see my daughter making conversation with a happy, glowing face which I can't afford if she talks to me. A small smile cracks in my mouth.
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