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

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I jerked out of sleep with a gasp as I felt something heavy land on my face, swatting at it with a terrified whine.

I relaxed when a pile of my clothes fell to the floor with a soft thump. However, I tensed up again when I realised that I was not in my home, and I deffinitely remembered putting said clothes away in the shared closet.

"You are not wearing this garbage," Jimin was standing over me, his arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing a pair of tight black jeans with a white shirt tucked loosely in, the top few buttons undone.

"Get up lazy we need to go shopping. If we are getting married, you need to at least attempt to look good,"

I scowled at him and swung my legs out of the bed, "I'm not lazy, I spent all day yesterday cleaning and cooking. And there's nothing wrong with my clothes," I paused as I got to my feet, looking up at him angrily, "I also haven't agreed to marry you yet,"

"That's because you're stupid," He smiled mockingly, "It doesn't matter. You have no choice," He moved away, bending and picking up a small pile of clothes, "These are acceptable, I guess. Put them on, we are leaving,"

I sighed and got to my feet, snatching the pile from his hands and trudging to the ensuite bathroom to have a shower. Once I was done, I put on one of the skirts fron the pile Jimin had given me, coupled with a plain white blouse and a pair of black dolly shoes. I headed out to the kitchen to grab a cup of tea, to see Jimin already waiting by the front door, key in hand.

He gave me an almost disapproving look, before jerking his head to the side, "We are going now. You need to get something to change into before we shop,"

I looked down at my clothes as I put the mug down, giving up on my tea, "What's wrong with my clothes?"

"You look poor,"

I looked at him, completely dumbfounded, "I am poor,"

"Not anymore. Get a move on seriously! I want to get this done before the cameras come out!" He opened the door to accentuate his words, and I rolled my eyes, heading towards him.

"Cameras? What, are you famous or something?!"

Jimin looked at me like I was stupid as he led me towards his unnecessarily flashy car, "Do you not read magazines? Are you even female? I'm the most eligible bachelor in the entire country,"

I climbed into the passenger seat, as he started the car, "I'm rich, successful, handsome and a nice guy. Every girl wants me,"

"Except me," I muttered under my breath as we began the long journey back to the city.

"Listen, we have to be a real couple in love in public," Jimin said as we got closer to the shopping area, "People need to believe in the marriage or it won't work,"

"I don't know if I want to get married," I said finally with a sigh, "Isn't this moving too fast?"

"You are my arranged marriage partner, of course it's moving fast," He scoffed, "But they don't know that. They are going to think we met when you came to me for an interview, and it was love at first sight. This is our first time being seen together, but we have been dating for six months, got it?"

"Yes, yes," I grumbled as he parked the car. I jumped, however, when he turned to face me, his hand reaching out to cup my cheek and pull me towards him.

"The cameras are already here," He snapped as I started to pull away, "We have to act like we are in love,"

He leant forward, pecking me lightly on the lips, just as i saw a flash of light, before pulling away, "Don't get out until I come and get you,"

I sat awkwardly in the seat as Jimin got out of the car and moved around to open my door. I had the urge to hit him, but he took me by the hand and pulled me out, ushering me quickly into the nearest store and closing the door behind him.

"I called ahead," He said as the assistant came to welcome us. She nodded and directed me to a changing room, where there was a rail with clothes on thick wooden hangers waiting outside.

"Please change into this, Miss," she said, handing me a hanger with a beautiful red, slightly casual dress on it, and a pair of black stilettos. Jimin came up behind me and nodded.

"And send everything else on the rail to my address,"

I gaped at him as the assistant pushed me into the changing room. The price tag of the dress I had in my hands was more than my father made in a year.

"Jimin, I don't want to-"

"Don't worry about it baby," He said, "I promised I'd treat you for leaving you alone while I worked,"

If it was possible for jaws to hit the floor from shock, mine would have crashed through it and into the basement. However, before I could say anything, he pushed me into the changing room and closed the door.

I heard the high heeled feet of the assistant leave, and Jimin spoke quietly as I began to get changed.

"You need to start acting like my girlfriend," He hissed at me, "You're already embarrassing me!"

I pulled the dress on and dragged the zip closed up my side before stuffing my feet in the stilettos. I opened the door and stepped out.

"I haven't done anything to embarrass you," I said, "I don't know you well enough to be your girlfriend. And don't call me baby," I looked down at the dress I was wearing, admitting that it was a perfect fit and looked quite nice, "How did you know my size?"

"I saw your label this morning," The assistant came back in the room and Jimin immediately moved closer to me and put his hand on my chin, tilting me up to look at him, "You look gorgeous,"

The assistant cleared her throat and he turned around, pretending as if he hadn't seen her come in.

He followed her to the counter and swiped his card in the machine, before turning and taking my hand in his.

"Time for some jewelery, don't you think?"

I sighed as he pulled me from the store, a huge smile on his handsome face. If I didn't know better, I would be just as fooled as everyone else.

His fake persona was completely perfected.