{BOOK THREE}...When unworldly literature student Jeon Jungkook first encountered the driven and dazzling young entrepreneur Kim Taehyung it sparked a sensual affair that changed both of their lives irrevocably. Shocked, intrigued, and, ultimately, r...
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Jungkook P.O.V.
I whirl around, and towering over me is a blond giant with more teeth than is natural and a leering smile to showcase them.
"Get your hands off me!" I scream over the pounding music, apoplectic with rage.
"Come on, sugar, it's just some fun." He smiles, holding his apelike hands up, his blue eyes gleaming under the pulsing ultraviolet lights.
Before I know what I'm doing, I slap him hard across the face.
Ow! Shit . . . my hand. It stings. "Get away from me!" I shout. He gazes down at me, cupping his red cheek. I thrust my uninjured hand in front of his face, spreading my fingers to show him my rings.
"I'm married, you asshole!"
He shrugs rather arrogantly and gives me a halfhearted, apologetic smile.
I glance around frantically. Mia is at my right, glaring at Blond Giant. Jimin is lost in the moment doing his thing. Taehyung is not at the table. Oh, I hope he's gone to the restroom. I step back into a front I know well.
Oh shit. Taehyung puts his arm around my waist and moves me to his side.
"Keep your fucking hands off my husband," he says. He's not shouting, but somehow he can be heard over the music.
Holy shit!
"He can take care of himself," Blond Giant shouts. His hand moves from his cheek where I've slapped him, and Taehyung hits him. It's like I'm watching it in slow motion. A perfectly timed punch to the chin that moves at such speed, but with so little wasted energy, Blond Giant doesn't see it coming. He crumples to the floor like the scumbag he is.
Fuck.
"Taehyung, no!" I gasp in panic, standing in front of him to hold him back.
Shit, he'll kill him. "I already hit him," I shout over the music. Taehyung doesn't look at me. He's glaring at my assailant with a malevolence I've not seen before flaring in his eyes. Well, maybe once before after Jack Hyde made a pass at me.
The other dancers move outward like a ripple in a pond, clearing space around us, and keeping a safe distance. Blond Giant scrambles to his feet as Eunwoo joins us.
Oh no! Jimin is with me, gaping at all of us. Eunwoo grasps Taehyung's arm as Jihyun appears, too.
"Take it easy, okay? Didn't mean any harm." Blond Giant holds his hands up in defeat, beating a hasty retreat. Taehyung's eyes follow him off the dance floor.
He does not look at me.
The song changes from the explicit lyrics of "Sexy Bitch" to a pulsing techno dance number where a woman sings with an impassioned voice. Eunwoo looks at me, then across at Taehyung, releases Taehyung, and pulls Jimin into a dance. I put my arms around Taehyung's neck until he finally makes eye contact, his eyes still blazing—primal and feral. A glimpse of a brawling adolescent. Holy shit.
