{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.
"How would you feel if you couldn't touch me?"
"Devastated and deprived," he says immediately.
Oh, my Beyond Layers. Shaking my head, I offer him a small, reassuring smile and he relaxes.
"You'll have to tell me exactly why this is a hard limit, one day, please."
"One day," he murmurs and seems to snap out of his vulnerability in a nanosecond.
How can he switch so quickly? He's the most capricious person I know.
"So, the rest of your list. Invading your privacy." His mouth twists as he contemplates this. "Because I know your bank account number?"
"Yes, that's outrageous."
"I do background checks on all my submissives. I'll show you." He turns and heads for his study.
I dutifully follow him, dazed. From a locked filing cabinet, he pulls a manila folder.
Typed on the tab:Jeon Jung-kook.
Holy fucking shit. I glare at him.
He shrugs apologetically. "You can keep it," he says quietly.
"Well, gee, thanks," I snap. I flick through the contents. He has a copy of my birth certificate, for heaven's sake, my hard limits, the NDA, the contract?! Jeez - my social security number, resume, employment records.
"So you knew I worked at Clayton's?"
"Yes."
"It wasn't a coincidence. You didn't just drop by?"
"No."
I don't know whether to be angry or flattered.
"This is fucked-up. You know that?"
"I don't see it that way. What I do, I have to be careful."
"But this is private."
"I don't misuse the information. Anyone can get hold of it if they have half a mind to, Jungkook. To have control - I need information. It's how I've always operated." He gazes at me, his expression guarded and unreadable.
"You do misuse the information. You deposited twenty-four thousand dollars that I didn't want into my account."
His mouth presses in a hard line. "I told you. That's what Taylor managed to get for your car. Unbelievable, I know, but there you go."
"But the Audi..."
"Jungkook, do you have any idea how much money I make?"
I flush, of course not. "Why should I? I don't need to know the bottom line of your bank account, Taehyung."
