Page 12 of My Sweet Psycho

“What do you think your Dad will say?”

“I haven't told him about you. He was always so keen to palm me off to some random man I didn't want to get his hopes up,” I said as I frowned and wondered what my Dad’s reaction would be.

My Mum was easygoing, but my Dad was a little stricter.

“You haven't mentioned me to your parents?”

I raised my eyebrows at him.

“Have you mentioned me to yours?”

He grinned boyishly at me. “Fair point.”

“You haven't spoken much about your parents,” I said, trying to pry a little since they would be my future in-laws.

His smile waned.

“My Dad is a stuck-up surgeon, and my mother is normal,” he said with restrained aggression.

“Oh, sorry,” I said, resting my head on his shoulder.

“I’m over it, but thank you,” he murmured.

A slow burn of anger built up inside me because Tae was so sweet, and his father sounded nothing like mine. My Dad supported all of us, not just financially but spiritually and emotionally. He deserved better than what he appeared to have received.

“Nonetheless, it would be good to meet your family, too,” I said as I thought of my Dad.

I was sure he would want to meet his family if we were considering marriage. We remained silent as we held onto each other until we reached his apartment. The nightclub was a last-minute decision, and it was far too late to go home. I yawned as the car stopped in front of a swanky building.

Jason opened the door for us, and Tae swung my legs around before Jason helped me out. I shook my head when, seconds later, Tae yanked my hand out of his. He was sweet, but he most definitely had a touch of a psycho within him.

“Goodnight, Jason,” I said as Tae began to drag me towards the doors. “It was nice knowing you,” I shouted because who knew if I would be let out of his apartment again.

“Very funny,” Tae drawled.

“It’s a good thing that my friends know who I’m with,” I snickered as we got on the lift.

“It won't do them much good if they don't know my surname,” he said as he scanned a card and pushed a button on the lift.

“True, but there would be footage from the nightclub and any surrounding CCTV cameras.”

“Which would be mysteriously blank,” he said as he put his arms around me.

I eyed him suspiciously. “You sound far too confident. How many wives or fiancées have you had before me?”

He chuckled. “Only you, I couldn’t go through this turmoil again.”

I was about to question him when the lift doors opened up. I gasped and pushed away from him to step inside the most enormous apartment I’d ever seen in my life.

“Oh my God. This is like something where a celebrity would live,” I exclaimed before I kicked my shoes off and ran inside.

“This is the largest couch I’ve ever seen. Why did you need one so—” I paused because I saw the dark early morning sky and a view of London.

The couch was forgotten as I walked towards the windows. My parents weren't wealthy like this, but we had a modest home which was almost paid off. In the current financial climate, that is as good as it gets. I hadn't realised how wealthy he was. The driver should have been a clue.

“Your home is beautiful, Tae,” I said as I turned to find him standing close to where I’d kicked my shoes off.

He moved closer, and I saw that he had removed his shoes. When I glanced back at him, I saw that he was removing his jacket, which he had laid neatly over the back of the couch. He wore another crisp white shirt, which made his skin appear darker.

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