𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 || 𝐊𝐓𝐇

Chapter-17: Honeymoon

Millie

The shrill sound of my alarm jolted me awake, pulling me from the grip of sleep. I groaned, fumbling to turn it off. It was 4:00 a.m.-too early for my liking-but we had to leave for Paris. Forcing myself out of bed, I got dressed and packed the last few things into my suitcase, my mind still foggy from sleep.

As I stepped outside, Taehyung was already in the car, waiting. His sharp gaze locked onto me as I approached. My heart fluttered for a moment, but I quickly dismissed it, chalking it up to nerves-or maybe frustration.

Sliding into the passenger seat, I barely had time to settle before his voice broke the silence.

"You're still shaken from last night, aren't you?" he asked, his tone more of an observation than a question.

I hesitated, not wanting to show any weakness. "I'm not scared," I muttered. "I'm just... annoyed. Annoyed it happened. Annoyed I had to deal with it."

"Annoyed?" His voice hardened. "You were almost assaulted, Millie. You should feel more than just annoyed."

Anger bubbled up inside me. "Do you think I don't know that? Do you think I'm not aware of how bad it was? But I'm trying to move on, okay? I don't want to dwell on it."

"Move on?" He scoffed. "You think you can just forget something like that? It's not that simple."

"I'm trying to be strong," I snapped. "But you're not exactly helping right now."

His jaw tightened, but he sighed, leaning back into his seat. "Fine. I'm not trying to make it harder for you."

"Good," I replied, leaning my head against the window. "Just stop. I'm already tired."

The rest of the drive to the airport passed in silence, the tension between us thick. As we navigated through the bustling terminal, I tried to focus on the journey ahead. Soon, we boarded the private jet, its luxurious interior offering a stark contrast to the storm brewing in my chest.

Taehyung poured himself a drink at the bar before turning to me. "First, we'll head to the hotel. I'll leave for my meeting, and you'll stay there. Understand?"

I ignored him, keeping my gaze fixed out the window as the plane began to taxi.

Moments later, he was beside me, his hand gripping my wrist firmly. "Millie, I need you to listen. I won't be around the rest of the day. Promise me you'll stay in the hotel. Don't leave, no matter what."

I yanked my wrist, but his hold didn't loosen. "Let me go!"

"Not until you promise," he said, his voice low but commanding.

"Fine," I relented, my voice sharp. "I'll stay at the hotel."

Satisfied, he let go of my wrist. "Good. I'm glad to know that you have start obeying me."

I didn't respond. I couldn't. The irritation bubbling inside me threatened to spill over.

As the plane landed in Paris, I felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. This was supposed to be a romantic getaway-a honeymoon of sorts-but all I felt was dread. Taehyung and I hadn't stopped arguing since we left, and I didn't know how much more I could take.

At the hotel, I dropped my bags, ready to sink into the bed and shut the world out, but Taehyung grabbed my wrist again, his grip firm.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, his tone clipped.

I glared at him. "What is your problem? Why can't you just leave me alone?"

His eyes burned into mine as he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "Maybe because you let me get under your skin. Maybe because, every time I'm near you, you can't help but remember how I make you feel."

My heart raced at his words, a dangerous mix of anger and something I couldn't name. I shook my head, trying to push the thought away.

"Or maybe," he continued, his voice dropping to a husky tone, "it's because I know exactly how to make you forget why you're even mad at me in the first place."

A shiver ran down my spine as his gaze lingered on mine.

"You think I don't see what you're doing?" I shot back, summoning every ounce of defiance I had. "You just want to control me, to distract me from everything that's happened between us. But I won't let you."

His expression darkened as he stepped closer. "You think you're so clever, don't you? That you can push me away, and I'll just let you go?"

I yanked my wrist free, my voice rising. "I don't want to push you away. I just want you to leave me alone!"

For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of our heavy breathing. Then, with a flash of anger, I shoved past him and ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

Leaning against the sink, I tried to steady my breathing. What was wrong with him? One moment, he was suffocatingly close; the next, he was pushing me away.

I splashed cold water on my face, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My emotions were a chaotic mess, and I couldn't sort through them. Did he know what he was doing to me? Did he realize the effect he had on me?

When I finally stepped out, the room was empty. He was gone. Probably at his meeting, I thought, brushing off the knot in my chest.

I sat on the bed, the silence of the room amplifying my exhaustion. I closed my eyes, hoping sleep would take me, but his words echoed in my mind. What was it about him that left me so conflicted, so unbalanced? As I drifted off, one thought lingered: he's driving me crazy.

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