Mr Park, CEO || Book 1 of CEO || PJM || ✔

t h r e e

"Nice to meet you, my name is Park Jimin, and I am the CEO of Park Industries,"

Both Jungkook and I gapes as the young man infront of us introduced himself.

"You're a bit young, aren't you?" Jungkook snorted, "Isn't your father the CEO?"

Jimins father laughed, "No, this isn't my company. Jimin built this. I'm the head of the board of directors, but I was put there by my son," He clapped Jimin on the shoulder with a smile, "He has worked very hard and in only a few years this company went from a tiny little thing to a worldwide company,"

"We aren't here to talk that kind of business," Jimin sighed.

"Of course," Mr Park smiled, before turning to me, "Ms Jeon, I would like to formally ask you to become my sons fiancee. He is at the top of his game right now, and he needs a beautiful woman to go home to and look after him,"

"You want my Noona to be his maid," Jungkook said, crossing his arms over his chest, "She isn't a maid,"

"No, no!" Mr Park exclaimed, "Of course not! He needs a loving wife to start a family and be happy with! He's just not very good at making sure he eats or cleans because he's too busy,"

"You want her to be a maid and child bearer," Jungkook snapped, "I won't allow it!"

"Actually, it's not up to you," Jimin smiled from across the table, "Your Noona is a grown woman, and can decide for herself. And she won't be my maid, that's a ridiculous claim,"

Both my father and Jungkook looked at me; one hopeful, and one incredulous.

"I..." I didn't even know what to say. Of course, Park Jimin was successful, rich and was the CEO of a worldwide company at such a young age. He was also handsome and well built, with a charming attitude. His father and himself had clearly done a lot for my family, and my father obviously respected Mr Park very much. But I didn't know him at all; money and good looks was never what interested me in a man.

As if sensing my hesitation, Mr Park spoke up, "How about you live together for a few months?" He suggested, "You can make up your mind after that,"

"But I need to find a job," I said quietly, "I don't have time to cook and clean,"

Mr Park shook his head, "We took care of your situation," He said kindly, "You don't need to find a job. Also, if things don't work out, consider it a gift for my friend," He moved to my father and patted his shoulder, "And as an offering to your late wife as an apology for not being able to attend her funeral,"

Jungkook stood up angrily, but I pulled on his arm, yanking him back down into the seat, "I will give it a go," I said, "As long as Mr Park agrees,"

Before Jimin could speak, his father clapped his hands together happily, "Brilliant! You can move in with him immediately! I will send someone around to get your belongings. Jimin, take your fiancee home, will you?"

Jungkook jumped to his feet, "Noona! You don't need to do this! "

"I have to at least try," I said, trying to calm him, "Mr Park has done a lot for us, Kookie,"

"He just said it was a gift," When I didn't answer, He narrowed his eyes and looked over at Jimin, "You do anything to hurt my sister- anything- I will kill you. And she's not your fiancee yet, do you you understand?!"

"Jungkook, enough!" My father snapped angrily, but Jimin stood up and held his hand out.

"I understand clearly," He smiled, "And she is my fiancee, because if this works out, we will be getting married, brother-in-law,"

Jungkook growled angrily, but Jimin swept past him and offered me his arm, "Please come with me, Ms Jeon. I will take you to your new home,"

I looked at my father and brother as I reached out, taking his arm as he led me from the room. We went immediately into the lift and all the way down to the basement, where he finally let go of my arm.

"Car's this way," He muttered, not even looking at me as he strode into an underground car park. I followed slowly, still unsteady on the high heels, and he turned to look at me with a sigh.

"Listen here, Lee,"

"Bee," I corrected.

"Yes, Bee, whatever. I'm only doing this because of my fathers insistance and because of the publicity it will get for my company. You're pretty enough, I guess, so here's whats going to happen. We are going to get married, and we are going to be the perfect couple infront of the cameras. We are going to have a child, and that's the extent of our relationship. You stay out of my personal business and keep us both looking good, and we won't have a problem. Understand?"

I gaped at him, completely shocked at what had just come out of his mouth.

"Do you understand?" He repeated.

"I don't think I want to-"

"Excellent," He cut me off, making me frown, "Let's get in the car and go home. Your stuff should be arriving soon,"

He waited impatiently by his car as I hobbled towards him, my feet in agony and unable to balance properly in the shoes that I now despised.

"You're going to need to learn how to walk in those," He tutted as he climbed in, leaving me to walk around to the other side and get seated. Before I was even strapped in, Jimin was squealing out of the parking lot; his extremely expensive car obviously able to go to very high speeds.

There was an uncomfortable silence the entire ride to his house; which took us about an hour, so I decided to try and be friendly, and find out some more about my so called 'Fiancee'.

"You live very far from your work," I commented, glancing over to him. I saw his eyes leave the road for a moment to look at me, before he went back to concentrating on driving. We weren't quite in the countryside; there were shops and houses and a few blocks of apartments, but it wasn't all high rise buildings and the hustle and bustle of the previous place we were in.

"I don't want to live in the city," He said, "Too many cameras. We're here,"

He pulled up to a tall block of apartments, slowing as a pair of huge black gates opened. He went through and immediately into another underground parking lot, before getting out and waiting for me impatiently.

Once I was out, he led me to a lift and I stepped inside. He pressed some kind of fob to a sensor and pressed a button, and the doors closed.

"I live on the top floor," He said, "You can only reach it by this elevator, and you need to have a key," We stepped out at the top into a short, elaborately decorated corridor; filled with vases and paintings like you'd find in a hotel, with a lush red carpet underfoot.

There was only one door at the end of the corridor.

He slipped a key into the lock and pushed the door open, and I followed him inside, slightly shocked at what I saw.

"You have got to be kidding me," I mumbled to myself, as I took in the sights around me.