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Slightly mature content after some paragraphs
It had been four fucking days of her avoiding me, and I couldn't bear it any longer. Ever since our kiss, I had become consumed by her, by the softness of her lips and the desire to feel them again.
But she seemed determined to avoid me at all costs. I couldn't concentrate on anything else; I just wanted her to talk to me, to engage with me the way she used to.
I wanted her to blush, like she did when our lips met. I wanted to experience the taste of her lips once more, to explore every inch of her body.
Yet, I was left in the dark as to why she was acting this way. I had tried to bring it up, but she either ignored my questions, changed the subject, or simply left the room to avoid me. It was infuriating.
I sat in my office, waiting for her to come and sign the papers related to the museum visit, but she hadn't shown up for 40 minutes. Frustrated, I got up and opened the door, only to find my wife standing there, talking and fucking laughing with Jimin.
My anger surged. It had been four long days since I had seen her smile, and here she was, laughing and chatting away with Park fucking Jimin. I had reached my limit.
I stormed over to them, and both of their gazes locked onto me. Ashley's eyes widened with a hint of fear, and she swallowed nervously, while Jimin, as usual, had that teasing glint in his eye. I had had enough.
"Hey, Jeon," Park Jimin smirked. I couldn't stand it when he picked up on my weaknesses, and he knew that Ashley had become one of them. Jimin, the good friend he was, was also a troublemaker.
"Do you ever have any work, Park?" I inquired, folding my arms across my chest as I looked at him. He raised an eyebrow, chuckling.
"I'm way busier than you, Jeon. Don't forget, I have 10% more assets than you," he retorted, mischief dancing in his eyes.
"Then go manage that extra 10 fucking percent and leave my wife alone," I growled, reaching out to take Ashley's hand in mine. She gasped, and her head bumped against my chest. "Jungkook, what are you doing?" she whispered.
