"I can't believe you lied to me!" Her voice quivered with hurt, and tears streamed down her face. She looked down, trying to contain the storm of emotions within her. "I trusted you."
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Kim Taehyung
I was trying to control my anger as I sat on my seat only god knows how badly I want to kill Ivan Petrov and fuck the brains out of Jennie for smiling up at him.
I struggled to contain the simmering anger that threatened to boil over as I took my seat. Only god knows how badly I want to kill Ivan Petrov and fuck the brains out of Jennie for smiling up at him.
Jennie, sitting there looking utterly stunning in her black belted blazer and stockings, seemed to be an unwitting accomplice to the turmoil within me. Every smile she directed at Ivan felt like a stab, awakening a possessiveness I hadn't known before.
My fingers curled into fists beneath the table, a silent battle waged between reason and the primal urge to assert dominance. The image of her with Ivan fueled a rage that bordered on the irrational, and a disturbing fantasy played out in my mind.
She was mine, a possession that I guarded fiercely, and the audacity of Ivan Petrov to encroach upon that territory was unforgivable. The internal conflict raged on as I struggled to maintain composure, the veneer of civility barely concealing the tempest beneath.
I couldn't help but observe Jennie's discomfort in Ivan's presence didn't sit well with me. His subtle hints and unwarranted touches painted a picture I didn't like. The next opportunity I get, I'll cut his hands off, make sure he understands the boundaries, especially when it comes to my girl.
As the meeting unfolded, my focus remained on Ivan, especially on the subtle gestures that made Jennie visibly uneasy. It was clear he was overstepping boundaries, and a protective fire burned within me.
Every touch, every lingering gaze fueled the growing tension. I decided to bide my time, not wanting to create a scene during the business meeting. But as soon as the opportunity presented itself, I intended to address the issue.
The more I observed, the more I felt a surge of possessiveness. Jennie was mine, and no one else had the right to make her uncomfortable. My jaw clenched with each seemingly innocent interaction between them.
When the meeting concluded, and Ivan lingered, finding excuses to engage Jennie, I couldn't contain the rising frustration. She followed her father out of the room, leaving me behind, but not without feeling the weight of my possessive gaze on her.
The moment was approaching. Ivan would soon understand that crossing lines with Jennie meant dealing with me.
Ivan's attempts to elongate the conversation with Jennie were becoming more apparent, and it grated on my nerves. As they walked away, I decided it was time to address the issue.
Without giving it a second thought, I followed them, catching up just as Jennie was about to enter her father's office. I stepped forward, blocking Ivan's path with a subtle yet assertive move.
"Mr. Petrov," I greeted, my tone neutral but carrying an underlying warning.
Ivan looked at me, a hint of arrogance in his gaze. "Mr. Kim, isn't it? What can I do for you?"
I leaned in slightly, my voice low and edged with a threat. "You can keep your hands off what doesn't belong to you."
Jennie, caught in the crossfire, looked between us, surprise and confusion flickering in her eyes.
Ivan chuckled, attempting to downplay the tension. "I don't recall asking for your opinion, Mr. Kim."
My gaze turned ice-cold, and I closed the distance between us. "Consider it a piece of advice, Mr. Petrov. It's in your best interest to heed it."
Jennie's father appeared, sensing the tension. "Is there a problem here, gentlemen?"
Ivan, with a smug smile, replied, "No problem at all. Just a friendly discussion."
I nodded, stepping back, but my gaze remained fixed on Ivan. He got the message - crossing paths with me in matters involving Jennie was a game he wouldn't win.
As they entered the office, I lingered in the hallway, my mind already strategizing how to navigate the complexities of the situation. Jennie deserved better than to be caught in the crossfire of underworld politics, and I was determined to protect her, no matter the cost.
