Wife Doll 🍷| Taennie Fanfiction

Four - Toy

March, 2020

I opened my eyes and felt something soft and comfy beneath me. I looked around at the huge queen-size bed. It was so comfortable that I could easily sleep here all day without a care.

But wait... What the fuck am I even doing here? On a bed?

I quickly checked myself. Yes, I'm fully clothed, and everything seems fine. No bad vibes. I stretched my neck and tried to recall everything.

I had gotten into a black Mercedes. There were a few guards in the front seat. They sprayed something inside the car, and I assumed it was just air freshener... but then I blacked out.

That's right. There was something in the spray that knocked me out, I think. But why would they need to do that? Are they planning something bad, like human trafficking? No way. I covered my mouth with my hand, panic rising. What if I've been scammed? This can't be happening.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of a door opening. Someone was entering. I quickly hid under the warm, cozy blanket I'd just been lying on. I know it's childish, but I have no idea why I did that.

Peeking from under the blanket, I saw a man in black shoes and black trousers walk into the room. He slowly sat on the couch in front of me, crossing his left leg over his right.

"Jennie Kim?" he called my name, his deep, husky voice sending a shiver down my spine.

I hesitantly pulled the blanket down and looked at him.

 Wow. He's more handsome than I imagined. Judging by his voice, I figured he might be attractive, but he exceeded my expectations. His sharp, striking features, strong jawline, and defined cheekbones caught my eye. His mysterious, intense gaze sent chills through me. I stared at him longer than I should have, lost in his looks.

He raised an eyebrow. "Done staring?" he asked in that dark, smooth voice.

"Who are you?" I finally managed to speak.

"Good question. I'm Kim Taehyung," he said directly, making my heart race.

"Wait, are you the boss of Mr. Park?"

"Yes, I am." He nodded casually. I glanced around, still trying to process everything.

"Can you explain why I'm here and -" I asked, but before I could finish, he interrupted.

"I know you have a few questions, and I'll answer them. Don't worry." He stood up, pacing slowly around the room. My eyes followed his tall, lean figure, broad shoulders, and slim waist. He stopped and looked directly at me.

"I'll be straightforward. You're here because you called for a job, and I didn't want to leak my address, so they made you unconscious. They left you in this bed because you were asleep. Don't worry, you're fully protected," he said in a calm, yet commanding voice. His bluntness left me momentarily stunned.

"Alright, so I applied for a job, not to end up in a bedroom?" I said, trying to sound strong. He gave me a look before sitting down again.

"Well, shall we talk now? Could you come sit here?" His last statement made me feel a little embarrassed. I realized I'd been talking to him from the bed the whole time. I quickly got up and sat on the couch across from him, clutching a pillow in my lap.

"So, could you explain now?" I asked, trying to gather myself. He cleared his throat.

"I'm 30," he began. Thirty? Are you kidding me? He looks so young. And that flawless skin... I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy for those skin.

"And I'm a man," he continued. "So, I have certain... physical needs. I live an extremely private life, so I can't bring random women into my house, and I don't have time to go to clubs. I want you to be my personal Toy, someone who would always be with me."

My jaw dropped. He wants me as his toy that means a private slut? Is he kidding me?

"Do I look like a slut to you?" I was louder than I intended, but I had to know—did I really give off that kind of vibe? I really wanna am I or not? Do I always look like a stripper or some girls clubbing? I don't even have time for those bullshits.

"Of course not. I know about your life." He leaned back, crossing his arms.

"What do you know?" I scoffed, genuinely curious.

"I know how much you're struggling," he said, his eyes locking with mine.

"Yeah, so? That doesn't mean I'd be someone's slut." I rolled my eyes, feeling a wave of frustration. He might be good-looking, but his thoughts were twisted.

"I'm not telling you to be my slut" he said he needed a personal toy right now he could sleep with. What a liar.

"So could you tell me what you said".

"I'm asking you to marry me for a certain time, and I'll pay you."

Marry him? What the actual fuck? I gasped.

"I'll give you 5M USD if you agree," he said, dead serious. My jaw dropped again, harder this time. Was he joking or something? But his face showed no sign of humor, only coldness and mystery.

"I'm still kinda confused about what you're saying," I stammered, trying to process the situation.

"Let me explain again. Marry me for a year, follow some rules, and you'll get 5M USD. And don't lie to me—you need this." His voice was calm, too calm. He surely isn't joking.

"Okay, but why me? Out of all the women in the world, why would you choose me? And why should I trust you?" I'm serious about this. Why he would choose me for being his toy or whatever so called wife where there is thousand more sexy women are in this world.

"Because you genuinely need the money. I want to help you," he said as if it was the most logical thing in the world.

"And about trusting me... I know your parents, Jongwon Kim and Eunhee Park, passed away thirteen years ago in an accident. After that, you stayed with your aunt, but you ran away from her house..." he paused. How the fuck does he know all of this? No way he knows about me running away from my aunt's house and the reason behind this.

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