Mrs. Right

Pleading Guilty

Our lesson later in the day was extremely awkward, and not for the reason I had originally thought it would be. With one kiss, the awkwardness had gone from what I thought was me having made Yoongi angry to me being the object of his affection.

I had told Jimin yesterday I thought it would be safer if we didn't meet for the next few days, but I had to meet with him as soon as possible. He needed to know about Yoongi. Considering I hadn't asked him to stay back to talk with me since our big fight a while back, I figured it wouldn't hurt if I slipped him a note asking him to find an excuse to stay after class.

When everyone was leaving, Jimin took his sweet time gathering his stuff to leave. Yoongi looked like he also wanted to linger, so I said, "Great work today, Yoongi. I look forward to seeing you again tomorrow."

I smiled and he smiled back and then left. I hoped I wasn't leading him on.

"What's up, Addy?" Jimin asked.

"We need to meet tonight," I whispered.

"Oh, really?!" he said, smirking. "You just can't stay away from me, can you?"

"You know that's right," I flirted. "But this is for something else, Jimin. It's urgent."

His face grew serious. "Okay, Addy. I'll try to sneak out of the dorm around 1:00 a.m. See you tonight."

Damn. My panties started to get wet just from talking to him, but I needed to stay focused. Crap. Should I tell him I let Yoongi kiss me? Will I lose him if I do? I didn't want to lose him. I liked Yoongi, but I loved Jimin.

I decided not to dress up for Jimin like I normally would when I was expecting him. It wouldn't be fair for me to use sexy lingerie to distract him from the fact that I let Yoongi kiss me. I decided he needed to know the whole truth. Honesty was very important to Jimin.

He let himself in and saw me sitting at the kitchen table. "What, no special outfit for me? You really are serious, Addy." He walked over and sat down.

I briefly hesitated and then gathered up the strength to tell him about my interaction with Yoongi. "Jimin, Yoongi stopped by to bring me flowers this morning."

"That's great, Addy! So everything's good between you two now? You're back to being friends?"

"Well, yes, but that's not all."

The expression on his face grew serious. "What else could there be?" he asked. The look on his face and the tone of his voice came across as if he already had his suspicions.

"Jimin, he accidentally overheard me talking with my divorce lawyer. He knows I'm getting a divorce."

"Shit." Jimin looked away and covered his mouth with his hand.

"He told me he would keep it a secret, but--"

"But what?"

"Before he admitted to me that he had overheard me on the phone, I was so happy that we were on good terms again. I got a little giddy and hugged him. I told him I was happy we were back to being friends again."

Jimin stared at me, listening intently.

"Then Yoongi told me he wanted to be more than friends. He told me he knew about the divorce . . . and then he kissed me."

Jimin clenched his jaw. "He kissed you, huh?" he said in a low voice. "So, how was it?"

"Are you serious, Jimin?! I just told you that Yoongi kissed me, and you want to know how it was for me?"

"You're a beautiful woman and he doesn't know about us. Of course, Yoongi wanted to kiss you," he smirked.

I blushed, but then guilt made my stomach churn. Jimin saw it on my face.

"Addy . . ." he lowered his eyes, ". . . did you kiss him back?"

"Well, not exactly."

"What do you mean by 'not exactly'?" His voice grew angry.

"I didn't kiss him back . . . but I also didn't stop him."

"So, Yoongi hyung must be a really good kisser," he growled. He stood up from the table and started pacing.

"Jimin, I--"

"You what?" he barked at me with fire in his eyes.

There was no denying I had hurt him. I wanted to bring him comfort. I wanted to let him know he was the only one for me. At first, I was going to beg for his forgiveness, but the look on his face turned me on. My panties were getting wetter and wetter as he stared down at me. He clenched his fists and I could see the rage building in his entire body. I wanted him to teach me a lesson.

"Jimin, I need to be punished. I let Yoongi kiss me. That was very naughty," I said, lowering my eyes and biting my lower lip.

Jimin's eyes looked straight through me and my breathing grew heavy as I felt my heart pounding throughout my entire body. He charged toward me and pulled me up out of my chair. He then tore my t-shirt off over my head and gently bit down on my neck just enough to give me both a sensation of pleasure and pain. He grabbed the waistband of my pajama pants and underwear and yanked them down, stripping me naked.

"Oh, I'm going to punish you, alright. You're going to be begging me for mercy, baby."