Loving The JEON

CHAPTER 22:-

I fold my arms and glare at him. This has gone too far.

"No," I state stubbornly. I have to make a stand.

"You can walk or I can carry you. I don't mind either way, Lalisa."

"You wouldn't dare." I scowl at him. Surely he wouldn't make a scene on Second Avenue?

He half smiles at me, but the smile doesn't reach his eyes.

"Oh, baby, we both know that if you throw down the gauntlet I'll be only too happy to pick it up."

We glare at each other - and abruptly he sweeps down, clasps me round my thighs, and lifts me. Before I know it, I am over his shoulder.

"Put me down!" I scream. Oh, it feels good to scream.

He starts striding along Second Avenue, ignoring me. Clasping his arm firmly around my thighs, he swats my behind with his free hand.

"Jungkook!" I shout. People are staring. Could this be any more humiliating? "I'll walk! I'll walk."

He puts me down, and before he's even stood upright, I stomp off in the direction of my apartment, seething, ignoring him. Of course, he's by my side in moments, but I continue to ignore him. What am I going to do? I am so angry, but I'm not even sure what I am angry about - there's so much.

As I stalk back home, I make a mental list:

1. Shoulder carrying - unacceptable for anyone over the age of six.

2. Taking me to the salon that he owns with his ex-lover - how stupid can he be?

3. The same place he took his submissives - same stupidity at work here.

4. Not even realizing that this was a bad idea - and he's supposed to be a bright guy.

5. Having crazy ex-girlfriends. Can I blame him for that? I am so furious; yes, I can.

6. Knowing my bank account number - that's just too stalkery by half.

7. Buying SIP - he's got more money than sense.

8. Insisting I stay with him - the threat from Leila must be worse than he feared... he didn't mention that yesterday.

Oh no, realization dawns. Something's changed. What could that be? I halt, and Jungkook halts with me. "What's happened?" I demand.

He knits his brow. "What do you mean?"

"With Leila."

"I've told you."

"No, you haven't. There's something else. You didn't insist that I go to your place yesterday. So what's happened?"

He shifts uncomfortably.

"Jungkook! Tell me!" I snap.

"She managed to obtain a concealed weapons permit yesterday."

Oh shit. I gaze at him, blinking, and feel the blood draining from my face as I absorb this news. I may faint. Suppose she wants to kill him? No.

"That means she can just buy a gun," I whisper.

"Lily," he says, his voice full of concern. He places his hands on my shoulders, pulling me close to him. "I don't think she'll do anything stupid, but - I just don't want to take that risk with you."

"Not me... what about you?" I whisper.

He frowns down at me, and I wrap my arms around him and hug him hard, my face against his chest. He doesn't seem to mind.

"Let's get back," he murmurs, and he reaches down and kisses my hair, and that's it.

All my fury is gone, but not forgotten. Dissipated under the threat of some harm coming to Jungkook. The thought is unbearable.