𝐓𝐡𝐞 Devil +18[Chaennie]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟑: 𝐁𝐚𝐝

Jennie's POV.
11:30 PM
After too much deliberation we decided to go to Roseanne's apartment. I didn't want to risk running into any of Hanbin's friends and it getting back to him. Roseanne just wanted me alone.
The temptation to have sex would be greater. Somehow I convinced myself that nothing would happen.

Delusion had become my ally
We're just going to talk I repeated to myself as a mantra.

"I want you to give me a tour of your place. It's only fair since you raided my apartment."
She shrugged. "Alright."

The first thing that caught my eye when I entered Roseanne's high-rise penthouse apartment was the wall-to-ceiling glass windows. 

That made up the entire left side of her apartment. From the living room, you could see the Seoul skyline. The large skyscraper buildings seemed to line the cloudy sky. The interior of Roseanne's apartment was decorated in black and earth tones. Including black appliances and furniture. Her kitchen had all black furnishings. The granite countertops and the black flooring meshed impeccably together.

She showed me the guest bathroom that I remembered vividly from yesterday.
Her bedroom was just as dark as the rest of the apartment with an abnormally large bed. A walk-in closet wrapped in glass adorned by shelves of clothing impeccably stored.

Her entire space was immaculate
She led me to her home gym. It was so state of the art and well equipped I knew she'd shown up to my gym simply to stalk me. The library concluded the tour; my personal favorite part. It contained shelves upon shelves of the classics and many modern successes.

"I like it," I acknowledged. "Not at all what I was expecting."

"What were you expecting? A bachelor pad with shit lying all over the floor? A pool table?"

I shrugged. "Well, yeah."

"I'm almost thirty years old. I'm too old to be living in a Rec room, Jennie."

"Where are your handcuffs? Your sex toys? Sex Swing? Kinky nurse outfits? Your den of iniquity?"

I was well aware of the fact that Roseanne owned a sex club. I knew she had to have some sex toys in her possession. At the very least something kink is hidden behind these walls.

"I don't have a den of iniquity. That's what my club is for. My costumes, whips, sex chair, sex swing, and other shit is in my office at the club."

"I don't remember seeing any sex memorabilia in your office."

"Do you remember the red door?" I nodded. "It's all in there."

"Why keep it there? Don't you fuck in your house?"

"Personally, I prefer not to fuck with sex toys. I want to be the one to satisfy my partner not a toy.
"Why keep toys at all?"

"You'd be surprised how often I get offers at the club."

I felt my teeth grind in an attempt to stifle the repressed jealousy swimming in my gut.

"What do you want to eat?" Roseanne asked unaware of how her last statement made me feel.

I followed her into the kitchen and sat on her barstool. "Whatever you feel like cooking?"

"Are we going to start this again?" She asked leaning over the island to talk to me.

"I hope not."

"Then just tell me what you want?"

"I don't want to imposition you. Just make whatever you feel like cooking."

"You're my guest and I want to please you. Whatever you want, I'll make."

I tried to think of something simple that sounded delicious. Even though it was about noon I said, "French toast."