As I gazed at the necklace, I couldn't help but feel a pang of longing. It was exquisite, with intricate details that seemed to dance in the light. I wished I was the kind of girl who could give such a beautiful gift.
But for now, it remained a treasured possession, tucked away in my drawer. I took it out, admiring its beauty as I fastened it around my neck. The mirror reflected a stunning image - the necklace seemed to bring out the best in me.
As I removed the necklace and returned it to its resting place, my mind wandered back to the CEO, yoongi. Why had he given me the necklace? Was it more than just a gesture of goodwill?
The night drew in, and I found myself restless, my thoughts consumed by Mimi's unavailability. I tried calling her, but the phone rang out, prompting a message to leave a voicemail.
A shiver ran down my spine. Mimi had never declined my calls before, except when she was drunk. Something was amiss. Was it Namjoon, or something else entirely?
Worry gnawed at my heart as I made my way to Namjoon house, hoping to find some answers.
As I arrived at Namjoons house, I called out, "Mimi! Mimi!" The door creaked open, revealing a surprising sight: the CEO standing in the doorway with his hands tucked into his pockets.
My mind reeled as I tried to process what he was doing here. "What is he doing here?" I wondered, my thoughts racing.
But before I could react, Yoongi spoke up, his voice low and smooth. "Mimi's upstairs. You can go up and see her."
I quickly moved to rush past him, but he caught my arm, his grip firm. "Why is there a necklace trace on your neck?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.
I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I stuttered, "I... uh... A boy gave it to me."
his gaze lingered on mine, as if searching for something. I tried to wriggle free, but he held tight.
Finally, he released me, and I hurried upstairs to find Mimi. She was lying on the bed, her face pale.
"Mimi, Mimi!" I called out, shaking her gently. "What's wrong? What happened between you and Namjoon?"
Mimi's eyes fluttered open, and she groaned weakly. "I'm sick... and I think we broke up."
My heart sank as I took in her words. What had happened? And why was Nicholas here, watching me with an intensity that made my skin prickle?
'How could you stay at his house? What have you done." i asked, my voice laced with anger
she took a deep breath, trying to explain. "I didn't mean to... I was just scared. I didn't want to lose Namjoon to gis secretary or even anyone."Mimi's expression harden andi reached out to her. " she would never take him away from you. You're the one he loves."
she felt a lump form in her throat i continued. "You've been eating nothing. You need to eat to regain your strength."
Despite my initial reluctance, Mimi's words struck a chord. I nodded, and she smiled. "I'll cook for you. Maybe some juk soup or ramyeon?"
As I walked out of the room to cook, I couldn't help but notice the opulence of Namjoon's house. The kitchen was enormous, with top-of-the-line appliances and luxurious finishes.
But as I opened the fridge to check what ingredients were available, I was startled by a sudden movement. yoongi the CEO, stood behind me, his hand brushing against mine as he reached for a drink.
Our eyes met, and I felt a jolt of electricity. "Why are you staring at me?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
am i staring at me so badly. why wont i when he is so close to me so badly.have he forgotten i am his secretary
' i'm not ' i rhetorical said.
'what are you doing 'he asked out of curiosity
'i'm cooking for mimi ' he sighed then he sat at one of the chair opposite.
since i haved worked for the ceo .i haven't seen him without his phone or laptop .did he leave it purposely so he would see me cook.i hope i dont burn down the house now.
i moved to the glass table and collected the black silk apron on the glass table
i wored out the apron but it was a little confusing or was my hand so short . I pulled it out because my confusion had got over me .i tried tieing it for the 4th time but the rope was so very short .
i gazed at the ceo with my eyes written could you help me out but he was staring at me
is going to see me and know i cant cook and even tie an apron.
after staring at him widely i stared back since we both caught each other eyes .he stood up and left
so he wasant even trying to help me uhh .he is one of worst male gender .
i tried out again .then i became mad i left the apron moving all over my body like a loose damp since i was so tired and mad .
As I stood there, still lost in my apron, the CEO emerged from the shadows, his eyes fixed intently on me. In his hand, he grasped an apron, its strings dangling like a challenge. With a slow, deliberate movement, he reached out and tied the apron around my waist, the strings brushing against my skin like a whispered promise.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as he carefully tightened the knot, his eyes never leaving mine. For a moment, our eyes locked, the air thick with tension. I felt like I was drowning in the depths of his gaze, my thoughts swirling with a tangled mix of emotions. i don't know what kind of spell that is working but i know i felt like kissing his lip and admiring what will happen if we kiss but then The spell was broken when he spoke, his voice low and husky. "What's with the trace of necklace around your neck?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly. I felt a surge of fear at the question, my mind racing with the implications. Had he discovered that i wore the necklace he gave to me? was it so obvious that i worn out the necklace.it was about 2min the necklace lasted on my neck then i worn it out .is it that obvious
i swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. "My friend gave it to me." his eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "Who is your friend?" I felt a wave of panic wash over me. Why was he asking so many questions not just because i worked for him that he ask me a lot of questions.
Despite my fear, I stood my ground, trying to maintain a semblance of calm. "My boyfriend," I replied, trying to sound confident even when i am lying
how could i have a boyfriend when i am still working for him or when he saw me naked at the bathroom.
The CEO's expression changed, his eyes flashing with surprise. He leaned back in his chair, his movements economical and controlled.
For a moment, we just stared at each other, the air thick with tension. I felt like I was walking on thin ice, unsure of what would happen next
i quickly moved to continue my cook.i'm going to cook 2 dish.juk and bulgori
i need to slice out onion for the bulgori .i headed to where the large knife was kept and took it out .
i didn't knew onion could make me cry so badly Infront of him .the tears kept dripping like a loose damp even though i tried withstanding it .
still lost in my tears. i screamed out as blood was dripping out of my nails.
'what happen 'yoongi rushed over as he grabbed my hand in speed
'i cutted my finger 'i said
he quickly cut out his singlet into pieces and tied it around my finger his chest was widely shown .this is the second time I am seeing his chest but i didn't admire it like last time .the broad chest ,abs
' is that why you are crying 'he asked
i couldn't respond to him quickly since i was lost in here .i nodded my head .
he stare at me and noticed i was staring at his chest 'cough cough .be careful.you haven't do anything and you cut your finger '
' i am sorry but i still have to cook for mimi'