{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.
"We'll say goodnight to my parents before we leave. Come." Taehyung leads me through a gaggle of guests to Grace and Carrick, who wish us fond and warm farewells.
"Please do come again, Jungkook, it's been lovely having you here," says Grace kindly.
I am a little overwhelmed by both her and Carrick's reaction. Fortunately, Grace's parents have retired for the evening, so at least I am spared their enthusiasm.
Quietly, Taehyung and I walk hand in hand to the front of the house where countless cars are lined up and waiting to collect guests. I glance up at control freak. He looks happy and relaxed. It's a real pleasure to see him this way, though I suspect it's unusual after such an extraordinary day.
"Are you warm enough?" he asks.
"Yes, thank you." I clasp my suit jacket.
"I really enjoyed this evening, Jungkook. Thank you."
"Me too, some parts more than others." I grin.
He grins and nods, then his brow creases. "Don't bite your lip," he warns in a way that makes my blood sing.
"What did you mean about a big day tomorrow?" I ask to distract myself.
"Dr. Greene is coming to sort you out. Plus, I have a surprise for you."
"Dr. Greene!" I halt.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I hate condoms," he says quietly. His eyes glint in the soft light from the paper lanterns, gauging my reaction.
"It's my body," I mutter, annoyed that he hasn't asked me.
"It's mine, too," he whispers.
I gaze up at him as various guests pass by, ignoring us. He looks so earnest. Yes, my body is his... he knows it better than I do.
I reach up, and he flinches ever so slightly but stays still. Grasping the corner of his bow tie, I pull so it unravels, revealing the top button of his shirt. Gently I undo it.
"You look hot like this," I whisper. Actually he looks hot all the time, but really hot like this.
He smirks at me. "I need to get you home. Come."
At the car, Sawyer hands Taehyung an envelope. He frowns at it and glances at me as Taylor ushers me into the car. Taylor looks relieved for some reason. Taehyung climbs in and hands me the envelope, unopened, as Taylor and Sawyer take their seats in the front.
"It's addressed to you. One of the staff gave it to Sawyer. No doubt from yet another ensnared heart." Taehyung's mouth twists. It's obvious this is an unpleasant concept to him.
I stare at the note. Who is this from? Ripping it open, I read it quickly in the dim light.
Holy shit, it's from her! Why won't she leave me alone?
