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

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"Get up,"

I jerked out of my sleep as a loud voice called across the room at me, rolling ungracefully off the sofa and onto the floor, cracking my knee on the coffee table as I fell.

"Ow," I grumbled, sitting up and rubbing my now sore leg as I looked around the living area, where I had obviously fallen asleep last night.

"Go get ready," Jimin said, doing the last couple of buttons of his shirt up, "We need to go ring shopping and make our engagement public. Then we need to hold a press conference,"

"A press conference?" I got to my feet, frowning, "Wait, we aren't engaged yet. I don't want to marry you,"

"All girls want to marry me," He scoffed, putting the coffee machine on, "Go and get ready,"

"Not all girls," I corrected, "Shallow gold diggers maybe, but not all of us,"

Jimin ignored me and continued to make his coffee. I frowned and cleared my throat, and he finally looked over at me.

"Why are you still here? Go get ready,"

"I don't want to marry you," I repeated, finally getting fed up of him, "You don't even know me,"

"If you marry me, I will personally make sure your father never has to work again. I will put your brother through university and guarantee him a job with whichever firm or area of work he wants. How's that?"

I gasped. He was blackmailing me with my family, because he knew I cared so much about them!

"Not enough?" He mused, a smile on his face as if he knew he was winning, "How about I move them into a house that isn't falling apart? Or better, they can each have their own home,"

I grit my teeth at his smirk. He knew he had me, as he knew how dangerous our family home had gotten lately; a part of Jungkooks bedroom ceiling had even collapsed a few weeks before, inches away from crushing him in his sleep.

"Why me?" I grunted as I gave in to him ridiculous demand.

Jimin shrugged, "Go and get ready," He repeated for the third time this morning, now turning his back on me as he sipped his hot coffee, "We are leaving as soon as I finish my coffee,"

"But I want breakfast," I complained and he just shook his hand at me.

"We'll eat when we're out. Get moving, Bee!"

Muttering to myself about being crazy for accepting his terms, I moved quickly to the bathroom to get showered, before looking through my new clothes for something to wear. Nearly everything was skirts and dresses, but there were a few pairs of jeans in the mix, so I chose a pair and set it on the bed.

"No," Jimins voice made me jump and I looked over at him, still only clad in my towel.

"Excuse me?"

Moving over to the bed, Jimin reached out and picked up the jeans, "We are having a press conference, you can't wear jeans,"

"Stop telling me what to do," I said, holding the towel firmly around my body.

He sighed, "Then stop making stupid mistakes. Wear that, or something," He pointed at a pretty black dress and I raised my eyebrows.

"Are you serious? You want me to go shopping in that? Let me guess, high heels, too?"

He nodded and I narrowed my eyes at him, "Why don't you try wearing heels all day, and then tell me to-"

"Let's go already!" He huffed impatiently, stepping out of the room and leaving me annoyed and alone.

With a sigh, I picked up the dress and pulled it on, noticing that it didn't look as formal as I was expecting. It looked a little like a slightly 'upper class' summer dress, and it hung nicely on my frame, accentuating my curves nicely. I paired it with a pair of black wedges that were in the cupboard, knowing that they'd be easier to walk in than stilettos, however I still wobbled as I walked back into the living area, where Jimin was waiting impatiently.

I quickly pulled my hair into a messy bun, and grabbed my bag, ready to go; slightly surprised that he didn't tell me to wear makeup.

I followed Jimin out of the apartment, wobbling as we made our way into the lift.

"How did we meet?" He asked suddenly, "Do you remember?"

I sighed, "It was only a few days ago, or course I remember,"

"Wrong," He snapped, "I told you the other day. We met six months ago when you came for a job interview with me,"

"Then why didn't I get the job?" I countered, annoyed at having to lie.

"Because we fell in love at first sight and you thought it would be inappropriate to have a relationship with your boss," He sighed, "Do you have no brain in that head of yours?"

I scowled at him as we got out of the lift, gasping when he suddenly turned to face me, hands on my hips.

"What-!"

"There's a photographer in the corner," He sighed, "Bastards even followed me home. Remember, we are in love. Act like you're head over heels for me,"

"That's going to be difficult," I muttered, forcing a smile and looking up at him. He smiled down at me, looking extremely convincing.

"Lets go and get a ring so I can publicly propose and we can get this thing moving,"

He moved away, taking my hand and firmly pulling me to his flashy car. He opened the door and helped me in, and I was sure I saw the flash of a camera as he closed the door and moved to his own door.

Leaning over towards me, Jimin pulled me to him by my chin and leant forwards. However, he stopped just short of kissing me, and I saw the flash again before he strapped himself in.

"I swear to God Bee, if you don't say yes to my proposal, I'm going to be pissed," He muttered as the gates swung open and we took off towards the city.