Loving The JEON

CHAPTER 23:-

In the elevator Jungkook peers down at me. "Still mad at me?" he asks matter-of-factly.

"Very."

He nods. "Okay," he says, and stares straight ahead.

Taylor is waiting for us when we arrive in the foyer. How does he always know? He takes my case.

"Has Welch been in touch?" Jungkook asks.

"Yes, sir."

"And?"

"Everything's arranged."

"Excellent. How's your daughter?"

"She's fine, thank you, sir."

"Good. We have a hairdresser arriving at one - Franco De Luca."

"Miss Manobal," Taylor nods at me.

"Hi, Taylor. You have a daughter?"

"Yes ma'am."

"How old is she?"

"She's seven."

Jungkook gazes at me impatiently.

"She lives with her mother," Taylor clarifies.

"Oh, I see."

Taylor smiles at me. This is unexpected. Taylor's a father? I follow Jungkook into the great room, intrigued by this information.

I glance around. I haven't been here since I walked out.

"Are you hungry?"

I shake my head. Jungkook gazes at me for a beat and decides not to argue.

"I have to make a few calls. Make yourself at home."

"Okay."

Jungkook disappears into his study, leaving me standing in the huge art gallery he calls home and wondering what to do with myself.

Clothes! Picking up my backpack, I wander upstairs to my bedroom and check out the walk-in closet. It's still full of clothes - all brand new with price tags still attached. Three long evening dresses, three cocktail dresses, and three more for everyday wear. All this must have cost a fortune.

I check the tag on one of the evening dresses: $2,998. Holy fuck. I sink to the floor.

This isn't me. I put my head in my hands and try to process the last few hours. It's exhausting. Why, oh why have I fallen for someone who is plain crazy - beautiful, sexy as fuck, richer than Croesus, and crazy with a capital K?

I fish my Blackberry out of my backpack and call my mom.

"Lisa, honey! It's been so long. How are you, darling?"

"Oh, you know..."

"What's wrong? Still not worked it out with Jungkook?"

"Mom, it's complicated. I think he's nuts. That's the problem."

"Tell me about it. Men, there's just no reading them sometimes. Marco's wondering if our move to Georgia was a good one."

"What?"

"Yeah, he's talking about going back to Vegas."

Oh, someone else has problems. I'm not the only one.

Jungkook appears in the doorway. "There you are. I thought you'd run off." His relief is obvious.

I hold my hand up to indicate that I'm on the phone. "Sorry, Mom, I have to go. I'll call again soon."

"Okay, honey - take care of yourself. Love you!"