{BOOK TWO}...Daunted by the singular tastes and dark secrets of the beautiful, tormented young entrepreneur Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook has broken off their relationship to start a new career with a Seattle publishing house.
But desire for Taehyung...
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Jungkook P.O.V.
His smile slips in response to the panic in my voice. "Not exactly," he says.
"You've bought it. SIP. Already."
He blinks at me, warily. "Possibly."
"You have or you haven't?"
"Have."
What the hell? "Why?" I gasp, appalled. Oh, this just is too much.
"Because I can, Jungkook. I need you safe."
"But you said you wouldn't interfere in my career!"
"And I won't."
I snatch my hand out of his. "Taehyung..." Words fail me.
"Are you mad at me?"
"Yes. Of course I'm mad at you." I seethe. "I mean, what kind of responsible business executive makes decisions based on who they are currently fucking?" I blanch and glance nervously once more at Taylor who is stoically ignoring us.
Shit. What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction. Jungkook! My subconscious glares at me.
Taehyung opens his mouth then closes it again and scowls at me. I glare at him. The atmosphere in the car plunges from warm with sweet reunion to frigid with unspoken words and potential recriminations as we glower at each other.
Fortunately, our uncomfortable car journey doesn't last long, and Taylor pulls up outside my apartment.
I scramble out of the car quickly, not waiting for anyone to open the door.
I hear Taehyung mutter to Taylor, "I think you'd better wait here."
I sense him standing close behind me as I struggle to find the front door keys in my bag.
"Jungkook," he says calmly as if I'm some cornered wild animal.
I sigh and turn to face him. I am so mad at him, my anger is palpable - a dark entity threatening to choke me.
"First, I haven't fucked you for a while - a long while, it feels - and second, I wanted to get into publishing. Of the four companies in Seattle, SIP is the most profitable, but it's on the cusp and it's going to stagnate - it needs to branch out."
I stare frigidly at him. His eyes are so intense, threatening even, but sexy as hell. I could get lost in their steely depths.
"So you're my boss now," I snap.
"Technically, I'm your boss's boss's boss."
"And, technically, it's gross moral turpitude - the fact that I am fucking my boss's boss's boss."
"At the moment, you're arguing with him." Taehyung scowls.
