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Jaeyun's POV:
Jongseong was easily perfect for an insatiable slut like Giselle, but my wife? It would take a miracle to get Rose into his bed.
She liked it vanilla, except on those hot summer nights on vacation. God, I'd give anything to go back to that summer in Sicily. Dirty talk never did much for her, and sweet talk bored her, but hearing me breathless, rambling about the most ordinary things, always did it for her.
Hearing that my clients were a bunch of assholes in ill-fitting three-piece suits, or that I'd walked from my car to the bank, never failed to set her on edge. After that, she'd scratch my right shoulder, whispering for me to keep going.
I was always tempted to stop just to make her beg a little longer, but whenever I did, she'd scratch my left bicep until it bled. So for once, I'd listen to her and give her exactly what she wanted.
And when none of that made her come, we got to the part I'd first discovered I had a talent for the moment she asked me to try it.
Of all the ways I'd fucked Paris girls, I was glad I'd never done that with anyone but her. God had spared my tongue a shred of purity.
Jongseong wouldn't even consider eating his girl out. He'd seen too much of people's insides to ever want his tongue in Giselle's.
The Bible was on my side. She wouldn't give herself to anyone but me. So pure I called her a Jaeyun-virgin. Because sex between us was anything but defiling.
So my so-called best friend, curled up on her side and purring like an innocent kitty just to get the slightest bit of her attention, was, unironically, a joke.
He knew nothing about Rose.
Jongseong could remember exactly what he did on some random day in 2007, but not the pact we made at my wedding two and a half years ago.
10:33 PM: Jae, stop blowing up her phone. It's not gonna make her answer.
10:33 PM: Fuck you. And stay the fuck away from her.
10:34 PM: She's at Sunoo's. I'm home alone.
I clutched my phone, barely noticing my foot pressing harder on the gas pedal until the car groaned against the parking brake loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood.
Rose was at Sunoo's, the fucking bastard, yet she still found a way to run to Jongseong so he could play hero and come confront me.
