The Jeon Marriage Revenge (JIKOOK)

WATER UNDER THE BRIDGE

Jimin's POV

Jimin took in the passing streets of Paris. He'd never normally take a taxi, the metro train being more than efficient for his needs, but a last-minute crisis at work and a derailed train had meant he was under pressure to make it to the Hotel de Crillon for eight. He felt nervous and jittery. His hands felt clammy, so he smoothed them distractedly on his pants. What would it be like, seeing Jungkook again?

He was even more handsome than Jimin could have imagined. The stark masculine lines of his face were indelibly imprinted onto Jimin's retina.

The alpha had seemed bigger to him. Six feet two of nothing but lean, hard muscle. Jimin's belly clenched in a pure spasm of sheer, unadulterated lust and he tried to take his mind off the alpha's physical attractions.

The alpha hadn't ever married, there had been no talk of it since the debacle with Kim Jennie. The alpha obviously hadn't managed to mend bridges there. From what Jimin could remember, Jennie had quite quickly married someone else. A female beta by the name Lisa. No doubt further rubbing salt into Jungkook's wound.

Jennie had been one of the most successful and  beautiful  models in all of Korea, the daughter of another very wealthy shipping magnate. The day after the engagement had been  announcement, Jimin had had to endure everyone saying that it was a match made in heaven.

Jimin knew now with maturity and hindsight that his developing sexuality had been hopelessly snared by Jungkook. But, of course, the alpha  hadn't noticed that.

So that's why, with the very vocal, almost bullying encouragement of Aera, he'd gone out to find him that night. He'd closed his eyes and gulped.

He did not need to go there now, not when he was going to be seeing Jungkook in mere minutes.

He was a grown man, in control of himself and his emotions.

He smiled grimly to himself, opening his eyes. He'd confused immature, infatuated lust with love. And as for Aera... Jimin sighed deeply. There was no point thinking about that now, there was nothing he could do anyway. It was all water under the bridge.

He saw that the taxi was pulling into the area outside the main door of the Hotel. He went hot and then cold in the space of seconds. They came to a halt.The porter stepped forward to help him out.

He looked up at the distinctive name on the awning over the door and, with his legs feeling decidedly wobbly in his slightly high heeled boots, stepped into the distinctively honey-coloured marble foyer.

~~~~~~~ TO BE CONTINUED ~~~~~~~