Anaya tried to kill you. You don't owe her anything.
Y/N's thoughts swirled in an endless loop, words melding into each other like half-forgotten verses from a book she once read. But had she read it? Or was it just something she'd imagined?
You don't owe her. You owe no one anything.
The idea settled like a stone in her chest, but why did it feel like that stone had been there all along, waiting for the right moment to break free? It wasn't guilt. No, it wasn't guilt at all. It was... clarity. Or was it?
She deserved it. If it wasn't her, it would've been someone else. Someone else always falls... always.
Y/N blinked, her reflection in the bathroom mirror staring back at her. Was that really her? Or was it someone else—someone capable of doing what had to be done? Of making sure things stayed... balanced?
Balanced.
She touched her chest, feeling the steady thrum of her heartbeat. No, there was no room for guilt. Not when this was the only way to keep everything intact. She had tried to kill her, hadn't she? Or was it a lie Y/N had convinced herself of? It was hard to tell sometimes.
Lies feel like truth if you tell them long enough.
A smirk ghosted over her lips as she sank deeper into the bath. No one could ever know. Not yet.
Tears filled her eyes, and it took every ounce of strength not to let them fall. She balled her hands into fists, determined not to shed tears for a woman who had already taken more than her share.
You have a right to be happy. She can't take that away from you.
Why did you do it, Anaya? Why did you have to be the one who pushed her so far? she wasn't around to answer, and now it was time for Y/N to move on. She knew she couldn't keep living in the past with Anaya's ghost haunting her every moment.
Her child deserved a life filled with love and joy, not guilt.
She finished her bath, wrapping her body in a white robe before leaving the confines of the room. Entering the bedroom, she found it bare, save for a trail of pink petals leading her out the door. Frowning, she followed the petals into the sitting room. The sofa had been moved, and in the center of the room was a massage table.
Jungkook stood on one side, completely naked, waiting.
"What's going on?" she asked, a mix of confusion and anticipation in her voice.
"Come and lie down." He tapped the top of the table, his gaze intense.
"I'm nervous," she admitted.
"Why?" he asked, his voice low and inviting.
His arousal was evident as he looked at her, and his eyes lingered on the tie holding the robe together. "You're going to need to remove the robe."
She touched the tie tentatively. "How did you manage all this?"
"I worked really fast and quietly," he replied, a smirk playing on his lips.
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Lucky didn't even begin to cover what Jungkook felt in that moment. Her body had changed in the last couple of weeks. To him, her hips were slightly rounder, and her breasts seemed fuller. His desire was palpable as he looked at her.
"Come and lie down." He tapped the top of the table. The tension in the room mounted. He stared into her eyes, waiting.
She moved slowly, turning her back to him as she slid onto the table. "On my front or back?" she asked.
"Whichever way makes you comfortable." He cleared his throat, struggling to contain his excitement. He fisted his hands as she moved onto her front.
"I don't know how long I'll be comfortable lying on my front," she said, a hint of humor in her voice.
Jungkook chuckled, looking forward to the nights and days when he could touch her beautiful blossoming body. He slid a fingertip down her back, watching as she shivered from his touch. Did she feel the electricity he felt, the way their skin seemed to ignite under his fingers?
He reached for the oil and poured some onto her back. The clear fluid pooled at the base of her spine. Jungkook smeared his hands in the oil, working from the base out to the rest of her body. She moved her hands beneath her head as he started to caress her. Y/N slowly began to relax under his touch.
Using the oil, he meticulously covered her body, paying special attention to every curve. He marveled at the way her dark skin responded to his touch. Running his hands along her body, he was captivated by her. It felt as though she had given him the most precious gift.
The love he had for her continued to grow, stronger and deeper with each touch. They had already wasted so much time. His hands moved to the base of her back, lingering on the rounded globes of her ass.
"This feels so good," she moaned.
"I can give you this every night," he said, rubbing her ass, his fingers sinking into her flesh.
She groaned, pressing her butt more firmly against his hold. "What do I have to do?"
Jungkook chuckled, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
"What makes you think you have to do anything?" He smoothed the oil down her thighs, exploring every inch of her legs and butt.
"You're a businessman. You won't throw suggestions or temptations like that unless you've got an ulterior motive." She turned her head to look at him, her gaze steady. "What's yours?"
"I want you to marry me." His eyes locked onto hers as he continued to caress her body.
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