Fifty Shades Of Jeon || Jikook ✅ (18+) Book 1

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JIMIN POV

Elena breezes into the room, her face taut, set in grim, angry determination.

She closes the door quietly behind her and scowls at me.

Oh crap.

"Jimin." she sneers.

I summon all my self-possession, slightly fuzzy from two glasses of champagne and the lethal cocktail I hold in my hand.

I think the blood has drained from my face but I marshal both my subconscious and my inner goddess in order to appear as calm and as unflappable as I can.

"Elena." My voice is small, but steady despite my dry mouth.

Why does this woman freak me out so much?

And what does she want now?

"I would offer you my heartfelt congratulations but I think that would be inappropriate." Her piercing cold blue eyes stare frostily into mine, filled with loathing.

"I neither need nor want your congratulations, Elena."

"I'm surprised and disappointed to see you here." She arches an eyebrow.

I think she's impressed.

"I wouldn't have thought of you as a worthy adversary Jimin, But you surprise me at every turn."

"I haven't thought of you at all."

I lie, coolly. Jungkook would be proud. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have much better things to do than waste my time with you."

"Not so fast, mr." she hisses, leaning against the door, effectively blocking it.

"What on earth do you think you're doing, consenting to marry him? If you think for one minute you can make him happy, you're very much mistaken."

"What I'm consenting to do with him is none of your concern." I smile with sar-castic sweetness.

She ignores me.

"He has needs, needs you cannot possibly begin to satisfy." she gloats.

"What do you know of his needs?" I snarl.

My sense of indignation flares brightly, burning inside me as adrenaline surges through my body.

How dare this fucking bitch preach to me?

"You're nothing but a sick child molester and if it was up to me, I'd toss you into the seventh circle of hell and walk away smiling. Now get out of my way or do I have to make you?"

"You're making a big mistake here, park." She shakes a long, skinny, finely manicured finger at me.

"How dare you judge our life style? You know nothing and you have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

"And if you think he's going to be happy with a mousy little gold-digger like you..."

That's it!

I throw the rest of my lemon martini in her face,drenching her.

"Don't you dare tell me what I'm getting myself into!" I shout at her.

"When will you learn? It's none of your goddamned business!"

She gapes at me, horror struck, wiping the sticky drink off her face.

I think she's about to lunge at me but she's suddenly shunted forward as the door opens.

Jungkook is standing in the doorway.

It takes him a nanosecond to assess the situation - me ashen and shaking, her soaked and livid.

His lovely face darkens and contorts with anger as he comes to stand between us.

"What the fuck are you doing, Elena?" he says, his voice glacial and laced with menace.

She blinks up at him. "He's not right for you." she whispers.

"What?" he shouts, startling both of us.

I can't see his face but his whole body has tensed and he radiates animosity.

"How the fuck do you know what's right for me?"

"You have needs, Jungkook." she says her voice softer.

"I've told you before this is none of your fucking business." he roars.

Oh crap -Very Angry Jungkook has reared his not-so-ugly head.

People are going to hear.

"What is this?" He pauses, glaring at her.

"Do you think it's you? You? You think you're right for me?" His voice is softer but drips contempt and suddenly I don't want to be here. I don't want to witness this intimate encounter. I'm intruding.

But I'm stuck -my limbs unwilling to move.

Elena swallows and seems to draw herself upright.

Her stance changes subtly, becomes more commanding and she steps toward him.

"I was the best thing that ever happened to you." she hisses arrogantly at him.

"Look at you now."

"One of the richest, most successful, entrepreneurs in the US -controlled, driven you need nothing. You are master of your universe."

He steps back as if he's been struck and gapes at her in outraged disbelief.

"You loved it, don't try and kid yourself. You were on the road to self-de-struction and I saved you from that, saved you from a life behind bars."

"Believe me, baby, that's where you would have ended up."

"I taught you every thing you know, everything you need."

Jungkook blanches, staring at her in horror. When he speaks, his voice is low and incredulous.

"You taught me how to fuck but it's empty, like you."

"No wonder Linc left."

Bile rises in my mouth.

I should not be here But I'm frozen to the spot, morbidly fascinated as they eviscerate each other.

"You never once held me." he whispers.

"You never once said you loved me."

She narrows her eyes. "Love is for fools, Jungkook."

"Get out of my house." Grace's implacable, furious voice startles us.

Three heads swing rapidly to where Grace stands on the threshold of the room.

She is glaring at Elena, who pales beneath her St. Tropez tan.

Time seems suspended as we collectively take a deep gasping breath and Grace stalks deliberately into the room.

Her eyes blaze with fury, never once leaving Elena, until she stands before her.

Elena's eyes widen in alarm and Grace slaps her hard across the face, the sound of the impact resounding off the walls of the dining room.

"Take your filthy paws off my son you whore and get out of my house now!" she hisses through gritted teeth.

Elena clutches her reddening cheek and stares in horror for a moment, shocked and blinking at Grace.

Then she hurries from the room, not bothering to close the door behind her.

Grace turns slowly to face Jungkook and a tense silence settles like a thick blanket over us as he and Grace stare at each other. After a beat, Grace speaks.

"Jimin, before I hand him over to you, would you mind giving me a minute or two alone with my son?" Her voice is quiet, husky, but oh-so-strong.

"Of course." I whisper, and exit as quickly as I can, glancing anxiously over my shoulder.

But neither of them look at me as I leave. They continue to stare at each other, their unspoken communication blaringly loud.

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