FIFTY SHADES OF JEON || BOOK 2 JIKOOK ✅ (18*)

68.

JIMIN POV

"You're my husband." he says softly, threateningly.

"I'm the pregnant man you abandoned yesterday and if
you touch me I will scream the place down."

His eyebrows rise in disbelief.

"You'd scream?"

"Bloody murder." I narrow my eyes.

"No one would hear you." he murmurs, his gaze intense
and briefly I'm reminded of
our morning in Aspen.

No. No. No.

"Are you trying to frighten
me?" I mutter breathless, deliberately trying to derail him.

It works.

He stills and swallows.

"That wasn't my
intention." He frowns.

I can barely breathe.

If he touches me, I will
succumb.

I know the power he wields
over me and over my traitorous body.

I know.

I hang on to my anger.

"I had a drink with someone I used to be close to."

"We cleared the air, I am not going to see her again."

"You sought her out?"

"Not at first."

"I tried to see Flynn."

"But I found myself at the
salon."

"And you expect me to believe you're not going to see her again?" I cannot contain my
fury as I hiss at him.

"What about the next time I
step across some imaginary
line? This is the same argument we have over and over again."

"Like we're on some Ixion's wheel. If I fuck up again, are
you going to run back to her?"

"I am not going to see her again." he says with a chilling finality.

"She finally understands
how I feel."

I blink at him.

"What does that mean?"

He straightens and runs a
hand through his hair, exasperated and angry and mute. I try a different tack.

"Why can you talk to her
and not to me?"

"I was mad at you."

"Like I am now."

"You don't say." I snap.

"Well I am mad at you right
now."

"Mad at you for being so cold
and callous yesterday when I needed you, Mad at you for saying I got knocked up deliberately, when I didn't."

"Mad at you for betraying me."

I manage to suppress a sob.

His mouth drops open in shock, and he closes his eyes briefly
as if I'd slapped him. I swallow.

Calm down, Jimin.

"I should have kept better
track of my shots."

"But I didn't do it on purpose.

"This pregnancy is a shock to me, too." I mutter, trying for a modicum of civility.

"It could be that the shot
failed."

He glares at me, silent.

"You really fucked up
yesterday." I whisper, my anger boiling over.

"I've had a lot to deal with
over the last few weeks."