The Kiss

Chapter 24

"You two are acquainted? How wonderful is that." Her mother clapped her hands together.

Lisa felt like she was going to vomit. Jungkook's mom was the woman from the club. She'd given Taehyung his car. The one he drove every day. The one he wouldn't let Lisa replace.

Taehyung reclined in his seat with a cool smile, looking casual, perfectly comfortable, and drop-dead handsome in his black suit. "We go a ways back."

Jessi released a husky laugh and stroked her hand down his arm. "We do."

When he didn't so much as flinch at the contact, Lisa's throat knotted. Taehyung liked older women—he'd said so. With her large breasts, tiny figure, whiskey-smooth voice, and sophisticated seductiveness, she was sex incarnate. Lisa reminded herself he'd ended things with Jessi. Today, he hadn't given Jessi three glorious orgasms with his beautiful mouth before making love to her like he couldn't get enough.

"Please do tell me, who did you come here with?" Jessi's eyes swept over the table and considered Lisa's mother before they went back to Taehyung's face.

"He's here with me." Lisa scooted closer to him and covered his hand with hers. She expected him to flip his hand over and interlace their fingers like he usually did. When he remained immobile, her stomach dropped. What did that mean?

Jessi picked up her whiskey and considered Lisa over the glass's rim. "Well, aren't you wholesome-looking. Your daughter is beautiful, Jihyun. I can see why Kookie likes her so much. It's a shame she isn't single."

Her mother smiled, but Lisa could see from the tension around her eyes that she was worried. "Thank you, Jessi. These two look very happy. It's no shame at all."

Lisa squeezed Taehyung's hand tighter as she stared up at his profile. Before tonight, they had been happy. What was wrong? He remained impassive, his gaze trained on Jessi. Lisa was touching him, but he felt miles away.

"So it's serious?" Jessi looked at Lisa's parents before she smirked and sent Taehyung an amused glance. "Meeting the parents now, Taehyung? Would you have met mine for the right price?"

"What are you talking about?" Jungkook narrowed his eyes as he looked from his mom to Taehyung and back again.

Jessi took a healthy drink from her lowball glass and smiled suggestively. "We used to . . . go on dates."

"You've got to be kidding me." Jungkook stared at Taehyung in rising disgust. "You've slept with my mom?"

"Not exactly," Taehyung replied with a tight smile.

Jessi chuckled. "There wasn't any sleeping involved, if I remember correctly."

"Oh, for Pete's sake. I need a drink." Her father pushed away from the table.

"Get me another whiskey on the rocks while you're at it, darling," Jessi said, shaking her glass.

"You've had enough." He fled toward the cocktail bar in the back corner.

Jessi's throaty laugh floated over the table before she drained her glass of the amber fluid and set it down. "Never."

Because Lisa was sitting so close to Taehyung, she saw when Jessi's red nails brushed over his thigh. He didn't move. He merely stared at the woman as her hand stroked leisurely upward, coming closer and closer to the fly of his pants. Why wasn't he stopping her? Did he want her to touch him?

Standing up abruptly, he said, "I'm going to get some air. Excuse me."

Before Jessi could pursue him, Lisa jumped up and followed him through the back doors. The air outside smelled of night-time, cut grass, and chlorine, and the coolness sent goose bumps over her bare shoulders and arms.