The Other Woman→𝙆𝙏𝙃

[Eight; Stop]

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[Y/N]
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"Too cold. Get another one."

I clench my fists, fighting the urge to either scream or throttle him. My so-called husband is clearly enjoying the hell out of the power dynamic he has over me.

When he sees I am not moving, ''Anything you would like to say, Ms Sorve?''

I grit my teeth, ''No, sir.''

After Jules and Lucas gave me the tour, I made the mistake of trying to speak to Ila. That conversation ended with Taehyung dragging me into his office, and then calling Jules and Lucas back just to chew them out for leaving me with Ila.

I felt awful. Because of me, they got an earful from their boss.

And ever since then, Taehyung has been absolutely insufferable. He's been making me run around the office like a glorified errand girl, task after task, as if he's trying to see how far he can push me before I snap. Fetching unnecessary documents from floors, sending messages by walk, making coffee runs—he even made me reorganise his entire bookshelf by genre, then colour, only to change his mind and have me do it all over again alphabetically.

It's like he's on a mission to make my life as difficult as possible. And he's succeeding.

Now I'm running to his favourite cafe again, to get him a very specific coffee order. 

''Get me a venti quad-shot Americano, no water, with just a splash of heavy cream. I want it extra hot, no sugar. Add a double shot of espresso on top, and make sure it's served in a stainless steel to-go cup. Oh, and tell them if they have black cold brew on tap, I want them to pour a shot of that in there too.''

I swear, I will kill him.

Apparently, by the time I got to him, the coffee was cold. Of course, it fucking was. The place was thirty-five minutes away from the office, and he refused to let me have a ride. It's almost the end of office hours, and he's sending me to grab yet another coffee.

It makes me wonder if this place is truly his favourite or he's been winding me up. I doubt his previous secretaries had to put up with all this. Or maybe they did. Knowing this satan's spawn, anything is possible.

I have no idea what got him so twisted. He was fine this morning during our meeting with Jungkook. Maybe he's pissed off that I tried speaking to Ila.

Speaking of Ila, I haven't seen her since. Taehyung had me well busy with all his shenanigans.

My mind spins with all the ways I could retaliate— dump the coffee on his desk, accidentally spill it on his suit? The possibilities are endless, but I bite my tongue. For now.

I take a deep breath and march toward the elevator, my heels clicking loudly against the marble floor. People glance at me as I pass, probably sensing my agitation, but I keep my head high. No way I'm letting anyone see me crack, especially not Taehyung.

''Hey, Y/n!''

I stop mid-step and turn towards the voice, instantly recognising the familiar face, Jung Hoseok. Great. As if his fiancee wasn't enough for today. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate Lilly. She is a headstrong girl and I respect that. I simply disagree with whatever she has to offer most of the time.

I have never spoken much to Hoseok, I only know of him as a common friend of Ila and Taehyung.

I let out a sigh. Hoseok is always smiling, always friendly, and admittedly, way too charming for his own good. But I've learned the hard way not to trust appearances, and Hoseok's sunny disposition is no exception.