"Beautiful....And I really want to create a mess....A beautiful mess." His lips brushed against her ear with each word, sending a shiver down her spine.
His words caught her off guard, causing her to burst into laughter. 'You want what?' she managed...
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As I stepped into the office building the next day, I was greeted by So-min, whose friendly smile and prompt greeting were a constant in my mornings.
"Good morning," she said, bowing respectfully.
"Good morning, So-min," I reciprocated, making my way towards the elevator.
"Casual and all. Damn you are looking so cool." Soo-mins complimented me. As I was wearing baggy denim pants and Denim tee.
"So, what's on today's schedule?" I inquired, knowing that she always had a clear and organized list of my meetings and appointments.
So-min quickly looked through the schedule on her tab and reported back to me.
"Well, you have a meeting with the legal team at 10 AM, followed by a video conference with the marketing team at 2 PM, and as you asked, I've arranged a dinner meeting at 8:00 PM," she stated, her tone professional and efficient. "But I didn't get it, Actually you don't have any dinner meeting, Then why-You'll get to know soon," I said cutting her off.
"It's time to play the game!" I declared, glancing at my watch. As the elevator doors opened with a soft chime, we stepped out. Just then, I caught sight of Taehyung...
As I entered the office, a flashback to the night at the club crossed my mind, a flood of memories from the way he touched me to the words he uttered. It brought back the same question that always haunted me - Why I seemed to lose my control, when He control me!?
Despite my efforts to shake off the effects of his touch and his words, they seemed to linger in my thoughts like an unwanted guest.
But then, a different realization occurred to me. Perhaps his actions that night weren't just aimed towards "Isabella", the bar dancer persona I wore. But it felt like he was actually defending "me", the real me behind the masks and facades I put up. But why would he do that?
Taehyung's voice brought me back to reality, his tone stern and serious, "Isabella, I need to talk to you about your leave."
I shook my head slightly, trying to clear my thoughts. This was not the time to give in to the feelings he ignited in me. I needed to stay focused and maintain my composure.
I composed myself and leaned back in my chair, trying to maintain my composure as I met Taehyung's gaze.
"What about my leave? And why didn't you knocked?" I asked, feigning indifference to his apparent concern.
Taehyung's expression remained serious, his eyes never leaving mine as he continued,
Taehyung's brow furrowed at my question, his irritation growing apparent.
"Your leave isn't the issue here," he snapped. "And I don't need to knock when I have the authority to enter your office anytime I want."
I could feel my own frustration mounting at his assertion of authority. I clenched my fists, trying to maintain my composure while glaring at him.
