𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

30 🔞

Y/n's POV-

Reaching up, I mussed my hair, took one more look at my outfit, then made my way out of the bedroom, then down the stairs.

From the top landing, I could see Jungkook sitting on the couch in the living room. And despite all the cookware being all over the island in the kitchen, suggesting she hadn't finished with the cabinets, where was Cassidy? Bending forward over the coffee table "dusting it off." Which, last time I'd dusted it, didn't require quite as much jiggling as she was doing.

I tried to tell myself that it wasn't jealousy or possessiveness that was gripping my system right then.

I had to put up with a lot of shit from Jungkook.

Jungkook's gaze lifted at the sound of my heels on the steps. Even from across the room, I could see—hell, I could feel—his gaze moving over me, a slow and thorough once-over that only made its way back to my face when I made it to the bottom landing.

It was then that Cassidy went ahead and straightened as to not to so blatantly attempt to seduce my husband right in front of me.

"Oh, you're home." I said, forcing a smile as I made my way across the living room, watching as Jungkook's brows drew together in confusion since I'd done nothing but snarl and scowl at him since he'd told me about my new prison sentence. 

"I'm so disappointed I couldn't come, but I understand you're trying to keep me safe." I said, walking right up to him, and dropping my ass into his lap.

"The fuck is this?" Jungkook whispered, but his arm immediately went around me, wrapping around my back with his hand settling at the very low part of my stomach as I leaned my side into his chest.

"Did you miss me?" I asked, tone full-on coquettish as I ran my fingers up and down his tie as I actually fluttered my lashes at him.

I won't lie. I got more pleasure than I probably should have at the confusion on Jungkook's face. What can I say? I had to get my kicks somewhere. And shocking a mafia boss was surprisingly entertaining.

I glanced back over Jungkook's shoulder like I was noticing the mess in the kitchen for the first time, then rested my head on Jungkook's shoulder as I looked over at Cassidy.

"Was there a problem with the cabinets, Candy?" I asked, deliberately screwing up her name. Because girls like her hated to be forgettable.

"Oh, ah, no. I was letting them dry." she claimed, looking uncomfortable. "But, ah, they should be dry now." she said, turning and rushing off.

It was right about then that Jungkook seemed to register what was going on.

An amused smile tugged at his lips.

"Jealous, baby?" he asked, brow quirking up.

"I thought we covered this," I told him, tone icy again. "I better not have something to be jealous about. Or you won't have to worry about outside threats on your life." I told him as I sat up, but didn't move off his lap because I really wanted to drive it home to Cassidy that Jungkook was mine and mine alone.

"Gave you my word on that." he told me, voice firm.

"And yet I walk out to her shaking her tits at you." I said, chin jerking up.

"I like possessiveness on you, Love." he said, eyes bright.

"I'm not possessive of you," I scoffed. "I don't like anyone thinking they can disrespect me like that in my own home."