My Princess Terror | 𝔍𝔢𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔞

Chapter 5

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Watching Jennie attend a party on a yacht, she's so fucking good at the act as socialite, she has everyone believing it.

Through my night vision binoculars, I follow Jennie as she moves between the other attendees. She smiles at something a woman is saying to her, and then she nods.

Jennie and the other woman walk to where a group is already dancing and join them.

"Have a drink," Bambam says.

Setting the binoculars down on the table, I take the tumbler from him. After taking a sip, I ask, "How's Rosè doing?"

Bambam checks in with her every couple of hours "Good," he replies, a grin tugging at his mouth. "She misses me."

I let out a chuckle. "Probably not half as much as you miss her."

My friend fell fucking hard for Rosè.

Bambam glances out over the water. "I need to get Rosè a new car."

"What are you looking at?"

He shrugs. "Probably a Mercedes or Audi."

I take another sip of vodka, then say, "We should build another house on the property so you and Rosè can have privacy. Either that or you should find your own place."

Right now, Bambam and Rosè live with me in the mansion I have in LA. Bambam's stubborn as fuck, though. I know he won't move into his own house. The fucker thinks the second he turns his back, I'll get myself killed.

"I like the idea of building another house on the property. That way, I'm still close by," Bambam relents.

Chuckling, I shake my head. "You do know I can take care of myself, right?"

He nods but then mutters, "Still my job to keep you alive."

We stare at each other for a moment. "I want you to be happy, brother. Build a family and future with Rosè."

The corner of his mouth lifts again. "Family. Never thought I'd consider having kids."

"I'll teach them how to shoot a gun," I joke.

Bambam's smile widens. "You better, seeing as you'll be their godfather."

Our eyes lock again as emotion washes through my chest. "I'd be honored."

Fireworks explode in the air, and laughter flows from the other yacht, pulling my attention back to Jennie.

Picking up the binoculars, I search for Jennie, finding her where she's still dancing, her movements slow and sensual.

Again, there's a niggling familiarity, and then a frown forms on my forehead when I realize who she reminds me of.

The party crasher!

Jennie moves like the party crasher did the night of Chaeyoung's party... like flowing water.

What are the odds?

My gaze is glued to Jennie as she loses herself in the music, and my thoughts return to the woman I fucked. The woman who cast a spell on me until I was solely focused on her.

I'll never forget how she felt, a mixture of danger and sensuality. Her skin was softer than the silk panties she wore. I can almost smell her perfume, flowers, vanilla, and something earthy.

Christ, it felt like I was on a high as I buried my cock deep inside her. Her moans as she orgasmed and her pussy clenching hard around me were enough to make me lose control.