The Daughter Of The Boss

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Taehyung's POV
I was finally recruited in the company I always wanted to work at.

"You'll be the subordinate of the accounting manager who is also my daughter."

"Sure Sir."

"Her office is the fifth room at the second floor."

"Thanks!" I bowed before leaving the boss' office.

I knocked at the door and I could hear a familiar voice telling me to come in.

"You're the new-.." she stopped when she finally got out of the paper works and looked at me.

"Y/N, right!?"

"Yeah and you're Kim Taehyung..?"

"Yes."

I could see that she travelled back the nostalgia as her face changed to despair but I'm no longer the man I was before. Boy to be more logical. That was just a matter at high school. The boy I was is not the man I am today.

She had a straight face on, showing how brave she became but she can never lie. Some things can't be hidden. She seemed to be hurt even after all these years.

"Number 9! Your desk!" She then went to the restroom.

Still the same Y/N, a wimp but in a more appetizing and tempting body. Her curves in her suit are so sensational.

Should I comfort her or my works come first to gain her satisfaction? What should I even do in my work? She didn't explain anything..

I waited outside the restroom and she had no make up on when she came back. To conclude, she cried again, because of me even though we were 24.

"Still crying because of me?"

"I was not!" She argued.

"Are you lying to me or to yourself? Goshh... I'm sorry."

"Y-you're apologising?"

"Yes cause I realised all the bad things I did and I somehow want to make things right between us.."

"Are you single!?"

"Yeah.. couldn't find anyone who could pleasure me like you used to do."

"Stop that. Don't bring back the dark past."

"You were the one who was overthinking about that. Why did you have to cry again? Aren't you happy that you have another man in your life?"

"Who told you that I have a man in my life? I despise every man! There's only one man in my life, my father."

"Is it because I left you?"

"Yeah! I didn't want to encounter another playboy or more like fuckboy!"

"It's true.. better to be cautious.. but I'm no longer like that. I'm looking for the perfect woman," I looked at her thoroughly, up and down, making her feel that she was the one I meant.

She sat on her leather chair and invited me for a seat.
"We should proceed in our works instead of collecting the past which should be forgotten since so long."

She was explaining to me but the button of her shirt cut my attention. I was focussing a bit too much on it. Her shirt was too tight.. the button was begging to be released. It wouldn't hold for long either. When would it break? Even my button down there was about to break..

"Taehyung..?" She brought me back from my trance.

I nodded, pretending that I understood.

"For the first month, you'll have only to update these two books but this work takes time even though it's easy," she handed me a paper in which there was my schedule. That hand still held the softness which could give me so much pleasure by playing with my member.. these old times were so good.. if only I didn't screw.. ain't I the one who is overthinking about the past now!?
I stood up and I automatically bite my lips as I could see her cleavage.

[9 p.m]
Taking late dinner was already my routine. Most of the employees were already gone when I finished my works. I went to her office and I could hear my name.. in a moaning tone.
I waited for a while. She was fantasizing over me and I was somehow amusing myself by listening to her voice. But I then knocked at the door and she said, "wait-..." Her voice was still wobbly.

"You may come."

"I've finished the works."

"Ohh.. you may leave now," she was gathering all the papers on her table with her left hand. She has her reason to do so.

"I don't remember that you were a left-handed."

"I'm not.."

"Why aren't you using your right hand then? Is it dirty?"

"What do you mean?"

"Let me see that hand of yours.."

"What's wrong with you," she showed me her hand while rolling her eyes.

"See! It's dirty.. there's a white substance on it."

She quickly examined her hand and cursed, "shit!"

"Cleaning your hand with a tissue in hurry huh!?" I smirked to see her embarrassed face. She sat on her chair and didn't even glance at me. I leaned against her table, "do you want me or need me?"

"I don't want or need anything from you. Your work is done. Go now!"

Her cleavage again caught my attention. Snap! She wasn't wearing any bra. Her nipples..
How uneasy she might feel by getting noticed by her ex boyfriend. Feels like I won't get any chance with her now.

"I'm sorry.." I left. Even I was quite embarrassed.