The Cunning Alpha | Jinkook

4. Chapter Four

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Jungkook's Pov:

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He is undeniably intelligent, a quality that only deepens my intrigue. As I observe him, there's a flicker of uncertainty in his gaze when it comes to his thoughts about me. It was a clear conflict within him; he was aware of my flirtations, yet his undeniable attraction was evident in the way his breath caught slightly, his body instinctively leaning toward me.

Sitting across from him, the air is thick with tension, highlighted by his irresistible scent that wraps around me like a velvety embrace, making it increasingly challenging to keep my composure. As I listened intently to his words, my imagination ran wild. I envision him on his knees, where he begs me to claim him repeatedly.

Yet, as I indulge in these thoughts, I battle against the very essence of my being. I am an Alpha—strong, commanding, and assertive. The facade of a Beta feels like a mask slowly wearing me down, forcing me into a role that feels foreign and restrictive, demanding a level of restraint that feels increasingly burdensome. I know that eventually, he will be mine, and the price I pay for this charade will be worthwhile.

As my thoughts drift, a low growl of frustration threatens to escape me when he stands, signaling the end of our meeting. Part of me longs to interject, to assert that no meeting concludes without my explicit say-so, but a glance at the clock catches my eye, and I can't help but smile.

Rising to my feet, I approach him with a charming smile, extending my hand. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Seokjin. I look forward to working with you as we find the perfect home." I suppress the urge to add "for us," knowing that the weight of that implication might frighten him—at least while I'm masquerading as a Beta. That's a domain reserved for when he meets me as an Alpha.

As he took my hand, I noticed how he swallowed, his smile betraying my effect on him. It's apparent, as it should be. I am his Alpha; even in this delicate guise, I possess the power to draw out his submission.

"I, too, look forward to working with you, JK. Once I have compiled a list of suitable homes for us to explore, my assistant will reach out to schedule those viewings. In the meantime, feel free to contact my assistant if you have any questions," he says, his tone shifting to one of professionalism as he withdraws his hand. He stands a little taller, placing his hands behind him in a poised manner that belies the underlying tension between us.

It was an imaginative sight. As I stood there, a coy smirk danced across my lips. My thoughts wandered to the moment when I could have his hands restrained, firmly clasped behind his back, a position that stirred both anticipation and delight within me. I didn't shy away from his gaze; I reveled in the electric connection we shared, eager for him to sense the depth of my desire. I craved his curiosity, hoping it would aid him in taking the bold step toward the path I envisioned for us.

He cleared his throat, a rich sound that cut through the atmosphere, shifting his weight from one leg to another. My eyes were drawn to the graceful sway of his hip, a captivating motion that took my breath away. I closed my eyes briefly, inhaling deeply, sensing it was time to leave his office. It felt as though he could read my thoughts dancing in my mind when he asked softly, "Would you like me to walk you out?"

"I would appreciate that, Seokjin. I'm not entirely sure I recall my way out from here." Watching him struggle to maintain his composure, I couldn't help but smile wider as his name rolled off my tongue. I was deliberate in my utterance, fully aware of the excitement it sparked within him. It was clear to me at that moment.