Chapter 14
Lisa
Fuck.
My hands were shaking by my sides, and I was so angry that the thought of breaking something had my fingers twitching at my sides. She's the one who interviewed Nancy. She's the one who wrote that fucking article. She's the one responsible for my almost suspension. She's the one threatening my life, my future, and if she thought I would sit idly by, she had another thing coming.
No one fucks with me. No one fucks with the life that I have paved with my sweat, blood, and tears. No one. Not even little girls who I used to kiss in high school.
I stepped into the conference room with Don right behind me. The room consisted of a U-shaped table, chairs, and mile-high glass windows. The walls were light blue with a projector on the end of the table.
My legal team sat on one side of the long wooden table, taking up half the damn chairs, and I saw her seated on the other side. Her hair was now pulled up into a ponytail as if letting me know she meant business, and she sat with her back straight and determined, just like how she used to sit in class. She had a tape recorder set on the table along with her leather bag, phone, notebook, and pencil.
Don sat by my lawyers while I went and sat on the chair next to her, which was at the head of the table.
"Mrs. Jennie Kwon." Don spoke, and I saw her wince at the mention of her last name.
"It's Ms. Jennie Kim" She corrected immediately, which had my eyes zeroing down on her ring finger to see that it was bare, but I could still see the imprint of a wedding band.
Don wrinkled his nose as he stared down at the papers in front of him, "It doesn't say that you're divorced here in the papers." He spoke, and I watched her avoid my eye contact with me as she scoffed.
"Just get to the point. What do you want?"
Sassy, my sassy Jennie.
"You're the one who interviewed my ex-girlfriend." I stated, and her head whipped to mine, and just like ten years ago; she took my breath away.
Just like that, I was that teenager who used to sit and admire every aspect of her face, every curve, every twitch of her lips, every gleam in her eyes, and every word that fell out of her cherry blossom coloured lips. My beautiful Jennie.
So fucking beautiful.
She hasn't changed in these ten years; maybe her breasts were fuller, her face wearier, and her eyes colder and sharper, but underneath that, she was still Jennie. The girl who I spent nights talking to on the phone, the girl who I've tasted on my tongue, who I've brought to an orgasm, and that specific thought had my cock stirring in my pants as my cock remembered how fucking sweet she tasted. Then, as if she were having the same thoughts, I saw her lips part slightly before she bit down on them before directing her attention back to Don.
"It's my job. I'm a journalist. She came to me with a nice little story about some arrogant soccer player. I hate soccer, and I'm very pro-choice, so obviously, I wrote the article."
"It's an act of defamation." Mark, one of my lawyers, said.
She scoffed. "Says who? Says you? Sorry to break it to you, pal, but the entire media world is based on defamation and slander."
"Says me." I bit. "You don't need to talk shit about me to sell your magazine."
"Oh I forgot, sorry." She laughed mockingly, "You're an honourable person now, right?" She rolled her eyes, "Just spare me the theatrics, Lisa."
"You have the fucking audacity, don't you?" I hissed.
"Between the two of us, it's you who have the fucking audacity. Paying her to abort the baby? Cliché scandal, isn't it? You couldn't stick to drugs or steroids?" She spoke nonchalantly, waving her hand around. I saw red at the mention of drugs, my body shook, and something in me snapped. I stood up, slamming my hands down on the table, "Fuck. You."
