"You fucking kissed me in front of everyone!" Jungkook snapped, his eyes flashing with anger.
"Yes, and?" she shot back.
"The picture of you forcing your kiss upon me is all over the fucking internet! This has been a fucking scandal for fuck's sake...
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-Chapter Twenty Three- Showing off what we just did.
Jungkook tossed and turned, unable to find a comfortable position. He wasn't used to sharing his bed with anyone, and now, lying next to his wife, it felt strange.
Just the thought that the girl who had been his assistant was now in his bed made his head spin.
Fucking awkward!
Every time he glanced at her, he was reminded of her words from earlier.
Love is obsession.
Obsession is desire.
Kenzie lay there, her soft breaths filling the room's silence, and he couldn't help but admire how peaceful she looked. The moonlight spilled across her face, highlighting the delicate features he had come to appreciate more than he cared to admit.
He thought back to her fierce confidence, how she had challenged him to see love in a different light. It was a concept he had never really considered, and now it was gnawing at him.
What if she is right?
What if I do fall in love with her?
No!
Never!
Not in this fucking life!
Jungkook shifted again, trying to ignore the warmth radiating from her body. "Why can't I just sleep?" he muttered under his breath, frustration creeping in.
He closed his eyes, hoping to drift off, but every time he did, her words replayed in his mind, mingling with the memory of her gaze.
"Yes, I do. And I can't wait for you to fall in love with me so you can understand that desire, obsession, and love are all in the same category."
He turned to face her, taking in the way her hair fell softly over the pillow, the gentle rise and fall of her chest.
There was something undeniably magnetic about Kenzie, and it made it hard to push away the thoughts swirling in his head.
Jungkook wanted to reply to Kenzie, to tell her that he would never fall in love with her. But in that moment, he hesitated.
Denying those feelings felt like it would hurt her more than he ever intended. So he chose silence, closing his eyes to feign sleep, but his mind was racing.
Why was she expecting him to fall in love with her?
She was his wife, after all.
Wasn't it natural to expect some kind of love in a marriage?
