Falling For The JEON

CHAPTER 100:-

"When were you going to tell me you were leaving?" he asks urgently. His tone is soft, but he's masking his anger.

"I'm not leaving, I'm going to see my mother, and I was only thinking about it."

"What about our arrangement?"

"We don't have an arrangement yet."

He narrows his eyes, and then seems to remember himself. Releasing my hand, he takes my elbow and leads me out of the room.

"This conversation is not over," he whispers threateningly as we enter the dining room.

Oh, crapola. Don't get your panties in such a twist... and give me back mine. I glare at him.

The dining room reminds me of our private dinner at the Heathman. A crystal chandelier hangs over the dark wood table and there's a massive, ornately carved mirror on the wall. The table is laid and covered with a crisp white linen tablecloth, a bowl of pale pink peonies as the center piece. It's stunning.

We take our places. Mr. Jeon is at the head of the table, while I sit at his right hand, and Jungkook is seated beside me. Mr. Jeon reaches for the opened bottle of red wine and offers some to Rose. Somi takes her seat beside Jungkook, and grabbing his hand, squeezes it tightly. Jungkook smiles warmly at her.

"Where did you meet, Lisa?" Somi asks him.

"She interviewed me for the WSU student magazine."

"Which Rose edits," I add, hoping to steer the conversation away from me.

Somi beams at Kate, seated opposite next to Jimin, and they start talking about the student magazine.

"Wine, Lisa?" Mr. Jeon asks.

"Please." I smile at him. Mr. Jeon rises to fill the rest of the glasses.

I peek up at Jungkook, and he turns to look at me, his head cocked to one side.

"What?" he asks.

"Please don't be mad at me," I whisper.

"I'm not mad at you."

I stare at him. He sighs.

"Yes, I am mad at you." He closes his eyes briefly.

"Palm-twitchingly mad?" I ask nervously.

"What are you two whispering about?" Rose interjects.

I flush, and Jungkook glares at her in a butt-out-of-this-Kavanagh kind of way - even Rose wilts under his stare.

"Just about my trip to Georgia," I say sweetly, hoping to diffuse their mutual hostility.

Rose smiles, a wicked gleam in her eye.

"How was Bambam when you went to the bar with him on Friday?"

Holy fuck, Rose. I widen my eyes at her. What is she doing! She widens her eyes back at me, and I realize she's trying to make Jungkook jealous. How little she knows. I thought I'd got away with this.

"He was fine," I murmur.

Jungkook leans over.

"Palm-twitchingly mad," he whispers. "Especially now." His tone is quiet and deadly.

Oh no. I squirm.

Scarllet reappears carrying two plates, followed by a pretty young woman with blonde pigtails, dressed smartly in pale blue, carrying a tray of plates. Her eyes immediately find Jungkook in the room. She blushes and gazes at him from under her long mascara'd lashes.

What!

Somewhere in the house the phone starts ringing.

"Excuse me," Mr. Jeon rises again and exits.

"Thank you, Gretchen," Scarllet says gently, frowning as Mr. Jeon exits. "Just leave the tray on the console." Gretchen nods, and with another furtive glance at Jungkook, she leaves.

So the Jeon's have staff, and the staff are eyeing up my would-be Dominant. Can this evening get any worse! I scowl at my hands in my lap.

Mr. Jeon returns.

"Call for you, darling. It's the hospital," he says to Scarllet.

"Please start, everyone." Scarllet smiles as she hands me a plate and leaves.

It smells delicious - chorizo and scallops with roasted red peppers and shallots, sprinkled with flat leafed parsley. And in spite of the fact that my stomach is churning from Jungkook's veiled threats, the surreptitious glances from pretty little Miss Pigtails, and the debacle of my missing underwear, I am starving. I flush as I realize it's the physical effort of this afternoon that's given me such an appetite.

Moments later Scarllet returns, her brow furrowed. Mr. Jeon cocks his head to one side... like Jungkook.

"Everything okay?"

"Another measles case," Scarllet sighs.

"Oh no."

"Yes, a child. The fourth case this month. If only people would get their kids vacci-nated." She shakes her head sadly, and then smiles. "I'm so glad our children never went through that. They never caught anything worse than chicken pox, thank goodness. Poor Jimin," she says as she sits down, smiling indulgently at her son. Jimin frowns mid chew and squirms uncomfortably.

"Jungkook and Somi were lucky. They got it so mildly, only a spot to share between them."

Somi giggles, and Jungkook rolls his eyes.

"So, did you catch the Mariners game, Dad?" Jimin's clearly keen to move the conversation on.

The hors d'oeuvres are delicious, and I concentrate on eating while Jimin, Mr. Jeon, and Jungkook talk baseball. Jungkook seems relaxed and calm talking to his family. My mind is working furiously. Damn Rose, what game is she playing! Will he punish me I quail at the thought. I haven't signed that contract yet. Perhaps I won't. Perhaps I'll stay in Georgia where he can't reach me.

"How are you settling into your new apartment dear?" Scarllet asks politely.

I'm grateful for her question, distracting me from my discordant thoughts, and I tell her about our move.

As we finish our starters, Gretchen appears, and not for the first time, I wish I felt able to put my hands freely on Christian just to let her know - he may be fifty shades of fucked-up, but he's mine. She proceeds to clear the table, brushing rather too closely to Jungkook for my liking. Fortunately, he seems oblivious to her, but my inner goddess is smoldering and not in a good way.

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