The reader, or Evelynn Stein, finds herself giving away her service to a millionaire mafia boss named Min Yoongi as payment for saving her life, becoming his personal servant.
As she continues to work for him, she learns that her cold boss isn't as...
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I woke up to bright lights, a cold draft, and a voice telling me to wake up.
Yoongi: Kitten.
My eyes opened to my nickname.
Uh oh. If I don't wake up now, I might get scolded for it.
I sat up on the bed, finding myself back in my room. Only the open curtains lit up the room. How did I get here? I don't remember coming here last night. Someone must've brought me here. I know I would never go to bed in a dress.
Yoongi: Breakfast is ready downstairs. JK and Tae are waiting for you. Get dressed so you can go. And hurry up.
Before Yoongi could leave, a peep escaped my throat.
You: Sir?
He turned to me, his eyes and stoic face as dark as his casual suit. The only difference about him was that his body looked more relaxed than tense.
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You: How do you feel?
Yoongi: None of your concern.
You: I mean from the massage last night.
Yoongi's intense stare softened as he remained quiet for a few seconds.
Yoongi: ... Fine.
Yoongi then left my room and closed the door behind him. I sighed before I got out of bed and lazily changed in my walk-in closet, not caring much about what I was wearing. I soon came downstairs to the kitchen with my backpack and ate a quick breakfast. Yoongi was sitting at the dining table on his phone with his injured leg up on a chair while mindlessly stirring his green tea. But the steam coming from his tea smelled odd.
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