Vincenzo × Cha Young (Smut)

Jealousy

This chapter is in Vincenzo's pov and
Setting is before they found out that Jang Han Seok is the chairman of Babel(purely my imagination).

                                                              

"Jang Jun Woo called today."

I looked up from my file, turning to look at Cha Young instead.

I heaved a long sigh. Would he ever give up?He'd been chasing after her like some kind of lost puppy.

Cha Young rolled her eyes at me. "Don't be so touchy."
"Jun Woo is a nice guy-"

"Don't you start defending him."

She sighed and looked at me. Her perfect, pink lips were twisted into that pout that I knew she wore when she was annoyed.

"He is - was my friend and so, yeah, maybe he has a little crush on me. So what?"

"I told you not to defend him. And it is more than a 'little crush'."

"Okay, I see your point there, but I always refused him." Replied Cha Young.

"So that's what it'd take for you to admit that the guy us a complete fucking tard?" I shuddered at my words.

Cha Young's lips twisted into a scowl of defiance and anger. "How could you say that?"

"Stop defending him."

"Well maybe I wouldn't have to if you'd stop being so ridiculous!"

"I think you're forgetting that he's kissed you before."

She gasped, her cheeks flushing pink. "One time, Vincenzo! And we were both drunk off our asses, we didn't know what we were doing,"

I scoffed, "Oh, he knew what he was doing all right," I seethed at the memory. Of his hands all over Cha Young. My Cha Young.

She stood up, folding her arms, folding her arms across her chest, her tits bulging over her low-cut dress as she did so. "I can't believe you."

"I can't believe you, either,"

Her breathing rate increased, and we looked at each other, both fuming.

I listened to her breathing - so fast it was nearly panting - and my thoughts drifted to the fact that that was how she sounded in other ... Less clothed situations.

I shook my head slightly., as if trying to shake the thoughts out if my head at the same time that she shook her head at me and flounced out of the room.

"Cha Young, wait-" I sighed at the same time she called, "I'm not talking to you until you apologise."

I stood up and following after her, suddenly mad again.

"Are you actually telling me that I'm supposed to apologise about this?"

She didn't reply, instead bending over to get some cleaning supplies out of a cupboard.

My eyes trailed downwards, to see her asscheeks peeking. I bit back a moan.

"Cha Young..." I said, walking towards her. She had started to polish an table. This was what she did to ignore me. She cleaned.

I walked up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, resting my chin against the top of her head.

I heard her breath catch in her throat, but she carried on cleaning, ignoring me. Well, trying to, anyway.

I smirked. We'd see how long that would last.

I tilted my head, brushing my lips against the side of her neck, feeling her shiver as I did so. "That's ... That's not an apology,"