𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

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Y/n's POV-

"What a joke." I grumbled, watching as Jungkook walked up the steps of the church across the street, going in for Sunday service like a good little observer of the Bible.

We were going on day seven of me not being allowed to leave the mansion.

I never truly understood the concept of "cabin fever" before. But I was becoming intimately acquainted with it then.

See, I'd never truly been in the house for more than maybe two days in a row except that one time I had the flu, and my fever was so bad that I was delirious, so I wasn't even aware of the passing of time.

Life made it impossible not to leave the house.

In my old life, I had to work. I had errands. I had a demanding family who wanted to see me frequently.

But I didn't have to work anymore. The groceries were delivered by Jungkook's brothers. And I wasn't allowed to see my family.

So there was no reason I had to leave the building. Except, of course, the fact that I was going absolutely insane.

That seemed dramatic. I mean, wasn't seven days at home with absolutely no responsibilities the dream for most people? And here I was, annoyed about it. But the difference was, this hadn't been a choice I'd made. It was something that was forced on me because of some ridiculous notion Jungkook got in his head about me not being safe, even if I never went anywhere without his brothers as bodyguards. except the day i escaped offcourse.

Meanwhile, his carefree ass got to go to church with the rest of the neighborhood, putting on the mask of "one of the good guys" while he kept the wife he'd acquired through force locked up in the building across the street.

Yeah, he was a real prince, that one.

Luckily for me, he'd been busy the past week. Doing what, I had no idea. 

Oh, and to add to the column of things, the day he told me I was now a prisoner in a fancy jail, I'd also managed to get my period. I guess the rough sex had brought it on early.

But, yeah, that was one crisis averted and over with. Though a part of me was wondering if maybe it wouldn't have been good to actually be pregnant from that bathroom session. I'd get to be a mom. Which was something I'd always wanted. 

At least it would give my floundering life a little purpose now that I had no job and no family to fill my days.

My stupid body thrilled at the idea, making me let out a whimper as I bumped my forehead against the wall beside the windows to the street.

Not only was I going stir crazy in the mansion, but I felt like a freaking wild animal in heat. But all of a sudden, I literally couldn't think about anything else.

I tried to convince myself it was because I had nothing else going on. I couldn't fool myself completely, though. And the hard truth was, despite how I felt about him on a personal level. From hating him to starting to love him bit by bit.

"Ahem." a voice said, making me jolt and turn.

Because it wasn't one of Jungkook's brothers.

No. It was a female voice.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." she said, giving me a tight smile as I took in the woman standing in the living room.

She was pretty. Tall, lithe, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and wearing a long-sleeved button-up shirt and a skirt. But she doesn't look like a typical korean women.

"I'm Cassidy." she said, as if that meant something to me. At my blank look, she added, "The housekeeper."

Oh. Okay.

Yeah, I knew she showed up on occasion. But in the past, it always seemed to happen when I was out with Jungkook's brothers.

Now that I was in lockdown for who knew how long, I guess I would run into her on occasion. Which felt really awkward. Who wanted to stand around while someone else cleaned their house?

"Oh, right." I said, nodding, starting to smile before some other thoughts started to form.

Like what kind of housekeeper came to work in a skirt? The kind that wanted to fuck your husband, that's who.

What mattered was it was an undeniable fact that Jungkook was my husband. And this bitch still thought she would put any part of her body on his.

And that was, well, a bitch.

"Well," I said, waving around as I went to grab my cup of coffee, "don't let me get in your way. Oh, and the cabinets could use to be cleaned out and scrubbed."

Was my tone set pretty firmly at Ice-Queen-Level?. Yes. Yes, absolutely. 

Judging by the spark of anger I saw in her pretty eyes, she wasn't happy about me being there. Or about me making demands on her. In my own goddamn house. Where she was supposed to be working. And not on her knees or her back.

Before I could get any more irritated, I took myself upstairs to get myself dressed. A part of me wondered why the hell I bothered to get out of my pajamas at all, let alone put on makeup, and especially slipping heels on my feet. It wasn't looking like I would be able to go anywhere for a good, long while. 

Maybe it was silly, but taking time to put myself together gave my days at least a little structure. If I got myself dressed for the day, then I had to get myself undressed later, taking off my makeup, getting into new pajamas. It would be too easy to fall into depression if I didn't put a little effort in.

I went ahead and admitted to myself that I'd chosen a skintight wine-red dress that dipped a little low in the bodice even if the skirt skimmed the middle of my calves simply because I wanted to look good in front of the woman who was okay with being a homewrecker.

I also slipped on the expensive gold earrings I'd bought on Jungkook's money. I spritzed on my perfume, and even strapped on some heels.

By the time I'd finished, I could hear Jungkook's voice on the floor below.

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