Chapter IV

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Lisa gulped when she heard Jennie's reply to Jisoo. She will stay, the woman she loves chose to stay here with her. It feels like a dream coming to life. She had been waiting for this moment to come and she will finally have a taste of it. But then something bitter crossed her mind. Jennie is infuriated towards her, she has a vague idea why, but she chose to remain silent. Even after the feline eyed woman slapped her, she could not find a way to apologize, or even say something logical. If Lisa would be brutally honest with herself right now, she will admit she is disappointed with Jennie's reaction, but then she is more disappointed with herself for being too impulsive. She knows she should have been more critical, but her emotions got the better of her. But even though Jennie wants to stop her from investigating the scandal Jennie was in, she still wants to push through her plan and prove everyone wrong about what they think about Jennie. She is determined to prove that.

Her train of thoughts was interrupted when the feline eyed woman pushes her down on her black leather couch. She plopped down the soft surface with a slight thud, she had no time to react as Jennie settled on top of her. Immediately invading her nostrils with the smell of the feline eyed woman's perfume. Jennie sensually discarded her coat on the floor as if teasing Lisa to discard all of her clothes off, the feline eyed woman straddled the bewildered popstar. One by one Jennie relinquish each of her clothes, each piece down Lisa's bedroom floor feels like a shot of tequila, she feels like she is drunk even when there is no alcoholic beverage around. The feline eyed woman stopped when she is left with just her brassier, black tights, and her brown two-inches heeled boots.

Lisa was paralyzed under Jennie's enchanting beauty. She could not react, her hands were stuck at her sides, her boldness earlier disappeared. Gone is the Lisa who bravely french-kissed the feline eyed woman, the same woman who bit her lip until it bled, and the same woman who is now almost half naked on top of her.

"Are you just going to stare at me?" Jennie asked annoyed at Lisa's sudden transfix.

Lisa opened her mouth, but no words came out of it.

"Do you want me to slap you again?" The feline eyed woman asked irritated. The statement reached Lisa's nervous system and like an oil to the machine, the doe eyed woman finds herself functioning again.

"No, no, no, no." Lisa panicked.

Jennie raised an eyebrow.

Lisa pursed her lips.

"Um... I mean, you are so beautiful, Jennie. I... I don't know what to say." Lisa replied honestly. As her hands slide down Jennie's thighs

"Kiss me then." Jennie dared the doe eyed woman.

The statement fired up Lisa's desire for the feline eyed woman, but she does not want to take advantage of Jennie's vulnerability.

"Is this really what you want?" Lisa asked, her voice raspy from her passion towards the feline eyed woman. This is what Lisa wants. Even in New York, the only difference between now and New York is that Jennie is divorced now, and she can freely make love to the woman she loves. But being the gentleman she is, she needs to have Jennie's confirmation before doing it. It is important even though all that she have is an inch of control.

"Yes..." The feline eyed woman stated as she closed her eyes, waiting for the familiar minty taste of Lisa's plump lips.

The response made Lisa lost all of her control.

The doe eyed woman licked her lips, her eyes lidded with lust as she leaned forward, hands caressing Jennie's bare back while the feline eyed woman's arm snaked around the doe eyed woman's nape, pulling her closer to her.

This. This makes Lisa nervous. It is as if this is her first time to touch a woman, her hands trembling, heart beating loud, stomach churning. She had sex with so many women after she had rose to fame, to fill the void and desire she has with Jennie. But after so many, she still feels empty. All of those women, but she still looked for Jennie. It would be cliché to say that the South Korean born is the girl of her dreams, but as cliché it may seems, it is the truth.

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