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

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"Told you that you're stupid," Jimin muttered as he crouched on the floor infront of me, holding an ice pack to my swelling ankle.

"Why didn't you say anything, Bee?"Mr Park said, sitting next to me and patting my shoulder, "Your health and well being is better than any press conference, right, Jimin?"

Jimin just huffed and stood up, "The swellings gone down. We'll drop by the hospital on the way home,"

"I don't need a hospital," I sighed, pulling the ice pack off of my ankle, "I just need a pain killer and I'll be fine,"

Jimin looked at me like I had grown a second head, "Are you joking? Your ankle is swollen. Besides, what would people say if they knew I just let you go home without seeing a doctor?"

I rolled my eyes, "Jimin, my dad is a nurse, remember? I learnt some stuff from him. This is just a twist, it's probably not even a sprain, because it's not got any discolouration or anything,"

Jimins father beamed at us, "You are so perfect for him, Bee!" He gushed, "I can't wait until I get a gorgeous grandchild from the two of you!"

I choked on the air I was breathing in, but before I could speak, Jimin smoothly stepped in, "Let's go home, baby,"

"Ah, he calls her baby!" Mr Park cried, "You are both so cute,"

Jimin helped me to my feet and once again put his arm around my waist.

"Make sure you go to her father to make sure he is okay with you marrying this little princess!" Mr Park called as we moved to the door.

Jimin ignored him and continued to move, "I had Daisy buy a new phone for you, so that will be here in a moment, and then we can leave,"

"I like this phone," I protested as we moved to the door, "I don't want a new one,"

"Tough,"

I looked up as I heard a pair of high heels enter the room, only to see one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She was model tall, with a slim figure with curves in all the right places. She had long brown hair in lose waves flowing over her shoulders and the perfect amount of make up to compliment her large eyes and pouty lips. She was carrying a paper bag in her elegant hands.

"Mr Park?"

Jimin looked up for just a moment, and I watched her cheeks flush as they made eye contact.

"Daisy sent me with-"

"The phone," He cut her off with a nod, "Follow us down to the car park, please,"

"Yes, sir," The woman puffed up her chest as she stepped to the side, allowing Jimin to lead me past her. I could almost feel her glaring at me as I limped with Jimin, and as we got to the car park, he stopped suddenly, making her almost crash into us.

"I forgot my goddamn key," He muttered, "I left it on the side when I looked at your ankle," He looked at the woman and sighed, "Take her to my car, I'll be back in a minute,"

He handed the task of helping me to the woman, who supported me and helped me walk; until Jimin was back in the lift on the way up to the office.

"Let's get this straight," She said, letting me go so suddenly I staggered to the side, almost hurting my other ankle, "I know all about this fake marriage, and I'm going to tell you something to help you out a little,"

I frowned at her, opening my mouth to speak, but she cut me off, "Park Jimin and I go way back. We have slept together numerous times, and he told me he loves me. The only reason he broke it off with me is to save face infront of his dad, but when you are married, he told me he's going to come back to me," She smiled evily at me, "So it's up to you, what you do next. My name is Tamara, remember it, bitch,"

Just as the lift dinged, she put her arm around my waist and pulled me firmly to Jimins car. I moved with her, as I was almost too shocked to protest. I wasn't shocked at her statement, as it for some reason didn't really surprise me. I was shocked at the fact I was feeling hurt.

Jimin reached us quickly and took the little bag containing what I assumed was the phone inside it before helping me into the car and dumping it on my lap. He then went to his own side, completely ignoring Tamara, and we left the car park for the journey home.

We rode home in silence, but when we got to the car park underneath his apartment block, he surprised me by lifting me out of the car in his arms.

"You walk too damn slow," He muttered as he carried me to the lift, making my cheeks burn ever so slightly.

When we got into the apartment, he carried me to the sofa. However, instead of sitting me down gently, he dumped me, not even bending, so I bounced a few times before he moved away, reminding me that he was in fact, an ass.

"I'm at work tomorrow, and I want you to do nothing at all. You need to rest your ankle, it needs to be healed for the weekend,"

"Why, what's happening at the weekend?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

"Our engagement party," He said. I turned my head to see him bending over, rummaging through the freezer, "I know there's ice in here somewhere,"

"Engagement party?" I repeated, "Wouldn't you prefer to hold one for you and Tamara?" I was a bit annoyed at being used, but knowing that he was in love with someone else during our fake marriage irked me even more; and that made me petty and childish.

"Who's Tamara?" He asked, standing up with a bag of ice in his hand.

"Your girlfriend?"

"I don't have a girlfriend,"

"Don't deny it," I snapped, finally getting fed up, "She told me everything! She told me she knows that our marriage is fake, and that you're going back to her,"

"I don't even know who that is," Jimin sighed, coming towards me, "Are you going mad from the pain?"

"The girl who came to the car park with us!" I cried, "She told me everything!"

Jimin looked at me as if I had said the most disgusting thing he had ever heard, "Daisy's assistant? I don't even know her," He crouched down, pulling off my shoes and once again placing the ice on my ankle, "Besides, our marriage won't be fake. We really are getting married,"

"I don't believe you,"

"Why are you so upset about what one jealous person has to say?" He said, looking up at me from his position on the floor, "I don't even know her, why would I lie? Cheating on my wife would give me a terrible reputation,"

I blinked a few times as I processed what he had just said, "You're not in a relationship with her?"

He just stared at me for what felt like an eternity, before he pulled his phone out of his pocket and pressed what I assumed was a quick dial number.

"Daisy? Yes, I got the pho- I know- Would you- Jesus Christ Dai- Stop talking for one second and let me speak!"

I almost laughed at how irritated he was getting at being cut off. Although, he clearly knew what it felt like, why did he keep doing it to me?

"Good. Down to business. Your assistant.. What's her name?" He looked at me expectantly.

"Tamara," I supplied, unsure where this was going.

"Yes, Tamara. She's fired. I want her gone by tomorrow morning,"

I heard an upset voice ask "Why" on the other end, but I was so shocked that I asked the same thing at the same time.

Jimin looked into my eyes as he spoke the last of his conversation, "She upset my fiancee and tried to give myself and my company a bad name. She is gone, do you understand? Good. Yes, bye,"

Jimin hung up, still looking at me as my mouth hung open in complete and utter shock.

"Are you trying to catch flies?" He said, reaching up and closing my mouth, "Get up, stupid, it's time for bed. I don't want you to make any more weird dents on the sofa by sleeping on it,"

Jimin stood up and walked away from me, not noticing that my mouth had dropped open in shock again.