Chaebol Fate

THE FIGHT

Livid. I was furious. But, what did I expect? Did I really think Jimin had even an ounce of respect for me? Of course not! I'm a woman! Go figure. I finally found a man worthy of my attention, and I'm married. And Taehyung is so worthy. I would date him in a heartbeat. Damn it! I was in hell. Imprisoned. Forced to be an actress.

I noticed the guests were all getting settled at their tables, so I found ours and sat down. Jimin joined me, drink in hand. It was a good thing we had hired a car for the night as I could tell he was drunk already. I whispered in his ear, "Drink some water, Jimin. You are looking dehydrated."

"Good idea," he slurred.

I was so thankful he heeded my advice and didn't make a scene. As we ate and conversed with the other people at our table, I did my best to keep him in check to make sure he didn't say anything he would regret. All the while, I plastered a huge smile on my face to convince the others that I was happily married.

When we got into the car for the ride home, he promptly released my hand. We rode in silence. Upon entering the condo, he walked over to the bar, undid his tie, and started to pour himself a glass of whiskey.

"Jimin, don't you think you've had enough to drink tonight?"

"Enough?!" he scoffed. "There isn't enough alcohol in the world."

"I just don't want you to have a bad hangover tomorrow."

"Like you give a rat's ass. Maybe it's you that needs a drink. You need to loosen up."

"You would like that, wouldn't you? You want to loosen up Frosty a bit so she's not so frigid."

He laughed. "You discovered my pet name for you, huh?"

"Go to hell!"

"I'm already in it!"

"You put yourself there! You only have yourself to blame!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Your actions have consequences, Jimin. It's quite the poetic justice, you know. You slept around and broke all of those women's hearts and your punishment was to be forced into a marriage with a wife who refuses to sleep with you and the threat of disownment if you cheat on her."

"You found out about that too, huh?" he grumbled.

"Yes. And I, for one, think it's hilarious."

"Well, you might think my situation is funny, but at least I'm not a joke."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just look at yourself. You're dressed like a whore, but you're more uptight than a nun. Now that's funny. You're a living, breathing joke. I bet the real reason why you refuse to put out is because you have no idea how to please a man."

"You're sick. You sicken me. Who's the real cold-hearted one in this relationship, Jimin? Try looking in the mirror."

"You're the one who always likes to prove me wrong. Go ahead! Do it! Show me you know how to please a man."

"Oh, you would like that, wouldn't you? I'm not falling for that trick, Jimin."

"See! You're a joke."

"The only way you're going to find out is from word-of-mouth. And lord knows I had plenty of opportunities tonight to prove you wrong. And one of the offers I received was so tempting that I just might have to take the man up on it after all. In fact, I think I'll give him a call right now."

"You wouldn't!" he growled.

"Wouldn't I? You see, I finally found a man worthy of my time tonight. And I'd love to show him just how worthy he is," I smirked.