The Escort S2

Part 56: Mic drop, bitch

The restaurant is elegant and rich in design. It's five-star dining with a quartet of musicians playing classical music. The white linen tablecloths are neatly starched and the silverware is polished and gleaming.

Cousin Joy talks constantly about insignificant shit. I don't care about the names she drops, where she vacationed, and the galas. She's boring and a snob in the extreme. I detest her. I let her talk and wait for my moment.

She's a user and cares nothing for me. Joy runs the Jeon family with an iron fist of intimidation. Anyone not getting in line with her program is shunned, dishonored, and disowned. She cares about image, money, and social standing only.

We have an amazing meal and now the game begins.

"Joy, I want to plan my own wedding." She sneers with an added scoff.

She doesn't bother to look up at me as she looks over the dessert menu and speaks.

"No." What the hell. I shift in my seat holding myself back.

"Taehyung," she now looks up. "Jeon Weddings are majestic events. Everyone who's there is someone. Besides, you are marrying a very important Jeon." Her eyes return to her menu.

"But, Cousin Joy, aren't all Jeons important?" I say, playing coy for the moment.

"Of course not, Taehyung." She scrunches up her nose and then raises just one finger and the waiter runs over. It appears she is quite well known here.

"I'll have the chocolate mousse cake with the chilled cherries that has been specially prepared by Chef Dion for me." What a fuckin snob she is. She doesn't give the waiter the common courtesy of looking at him. Like me, he's only there to serve her.

Before I can speak, she inserts her opinion. "Taehyung, I'd recommend the low-fat banana pudding with less calories so that your backside will fit into those Valentino pants perfectly. We don't want a fat groom, now do we?"

I dig my nails into the palm of my hands to keep from slapping this bitch into next week. I force a subtle smile. "No, thank you. I'm going to pass," I say.

"Good for you. I didn't want to say it, but your cheeks are a bit fuller since I saw you at your Christmas party. I suggest you pass on desserts until your wedding cake. No one likes a fatty." She then laughs lightly lowering her head so as to not bring too much attention.

My jaw aches from all the forced tension.

"As I was saying, Cousin Taehyung, Jeon weddings are wonderful events, and we must maintain tradition at all costs. There is an expectation and others look up to us as South Korea's first family."

My smile relaxes and Cousin Joy notices.

"Now, don't look like that, Cousin Taehyung. This is all very difficult stuff and lucky for you I'm here to navigate you through," she says reaching across the table to pat my hand.

This cow now smiles as if she's doing me a fucking favor.

"So, as a Jeon, you will have to learn to flow a little better with what is expected of you. Like when you're invited to one of my gala events you and Cousin Kookie have to attend. Relax, Cousin Tae, you've already won the lottery."

"Excuse me, but what do you mean by that?" I ask as her dessert arrives.

"Look, Cousin Tae, we're both adults here. It's like how to marry a billionaire. You plotted and probably gave him some special loving and to win that amazing Cartier diamond ring on your finger."

Oh, no this bitch didn't!

"Joy, Kookie and I love each other very much."

"Yes, sweetie, you love him a billion times all the way to the bank." She tips her head and covers her mouth as her body vibrates with laughter.