MAIN CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE ADULTS.
Jungkook will never forgive Lisa for what she did to him many years ago, no matter how stuck they are together. Nor his honor or loyalty will hold him back from doing what he has to do. But Lisa is a player...
sorry sorryyyyyyyyyy for the delay besties. i know it seemed i paid more attention to my other stories but the thing is i wrote too long chapters for them so i had to split them and that's why i made double updates lol
ANYWAYS! hope you enjoy this besties! it's fluffy, it's hot, it has a bit of every taste here also, hold your clits mama they're also filthy for you ( >⩊< )づ♡
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The decision had been made long before Lisa told him.
She had spent the entire morning drafting the email. Tping, deleting, rewriting, reading it five, six, seven times before finally pressing send and making it real.
It was final.
No more Crazy Horse.
(a/m: I just know we all forgot about it)
She wouldn't let the media chew her up and spit her out as some scandal-plagued heiress, another spoiled, reckless woman who played boss during the day and strutted half-naked at night.
She had fought too hard for her seat at the table and built her name from the ground up, from a simple influencer and seller to what she was preparing now. And she'd be damned if she'd let a bunch of misogynistic vultures reduce everything she'd accomplished to clickbait headlines and dinner party gossip.
Still, it stung. Right in the center of her chest, like a sharp breath on a bruise.
She had wanted it, so bad.
Just one night to get on that stage, move like fire, and prove to herself—hell, to everyone—that she could be more than just pretty and persuasive.
That her body was hers and this was her choice, and her moment. Only some fun and sexiness, heavy makeup and sequins. Ah, she might cry if she kept thinking about it.
But not now. Not like this.
There were bigger battles to win. And, unfortunately, it was her turn to be the adult in the room.
She hated it.
And she knew Jungkook would hate it too.
He had hated the idea of her dancing at Crazy Horse in the first place but he had still supported her. Back in Japan, when she first told him, his reaction had made her skin bloom in goosebumps, soft yet so horny. She could still feel the weight of his gaze, the way it wrapped around her like a second skin, and also all what happened after that.
He'd been her first spectator.
And her last.
But despite that, she knew the second she told him, he was going to fight her on it. Because lately Jungkook's performance as a husband was good enough to give him three raises and two bonuses.
