"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 Thirty Eight- Just come back home!
"And we haven't talked about that incredible orgasm you gave me."
Kenzie tried to maintain her distance, but Jungkook swiftly pinned her against the elevator wall.
"You've been such a brat for the entire month. First, you gave me the best release ever, and then you ghosted me. Now, I see you with my best friend," he exclaimed, disappointment evident in his voice as he pinched her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"That is none of your business," Kenzie shot back, raising her chin defiantly.
"Oh babe, everything related to you is my business," he laughed, his arm circling her waist. Kenzie gulped at the hot touch of her dangerously handsome husband.
"I hate you, Jeon Jungkook," she declared, reaching up to punch his chest hard right where she once stabbed him, which only made him laugh.
"I didn't crack any kind of joke, you idiot. Then what's so funny?" she hissed at him, her eyes shimmering like golden orbs as she glared.
Jungkook smirked, enjoying the fire in her eyes. "It's just that you're so fierce, even when angry. It's kind of adorable, plus, I know you can't hate me; you never did," he replied, maintaining his grip on her chin.
Kenzie felt her cheeks flush, torn between annoyance and the undeniable chemistry between them.
"I'm not adorable. I'm furious, and I'm definitely not in love with you!" she protested, but the golden sparkle in her eyes betrayed her.
Jungkook leaned in closer to Kenzie, her breath hitched as he drew near, his intense gaze locking onto her eyes before drifting down to her trembling lips.
An electric thrill coursed through her, and she instinctively closed her eyes.
"At this point, I highly doubt your hate for me," he whispered, his breath warm against her lips, teasing the line between anger and desire.
"Can we just talk about how sinful your breath was when you touched yourself, imagining it was me?" he added, kissing her neck.
Just then, the elevator doors dinged open, breaking the intimacy between them. The sound of surprised gasps filled the air, and Kenzie, in a flash of embarrassment, pushed Jungkook away.
"Sometimes we find you crying in elevators, and sometimes we catch you kissing in elevators. Is your life even normal?" a group of boys laughed, their teasing ringing in her ears.
Kenzie felt her cheeks heat up, a wave of humiliation washing over her.
"Come on, let's go," Jungkook said, his voice firm as he intertwined his fingers with hers, anchoring her to him.
