Only Strip For Me || JJK [BOOK I] ✔️

27: Smutty in Public

Classical music soothed in the ambience, couples and families dressed in their best wear. Crystal installed lighting and dazzling fixtures, the grand hall overflowed of busy chatter. I was unknown to anyone in the room, my palm held with my client and we walked into the gathering.

"Jungkook!" A voice unfamiliar hollered his name.

"Seokjin hyung."

A familiar individual followed the tall black-haired man. It was the man that I once met at the club, one of Mr. Jeon's circle of friends.

"It's nice to see you again." He tilted his head down slightly and moistening his lower lip.

I faked a smile, trying to let go of Mr. Jeon in irritation. His friend made me uncomfortable, I didn't expect to see him again.

His grasp squeezed my hand firmly, escape now the last of my actions.

"Is this our Kookie's girlfriend?" The man known to be Seokjin glanced at our attachment.

"Have either of you seen my father's secretary?" Disregarding his question, eyes exploring around the area.

"No, we haven't. We both just made it here."

Namjoon laughed. "Is that why you brought her here? So your dad won't violate you for marriage?"

Jungkook didn't say anything, his eyes faltered to the floor and brief darkness interrupting his face. Violate?

"Yah, we're here to have a good time. It's his cousin's engagement." Seokjin placed a hand on Namjoon's shoulder.

"You're right. Dongsaeng when you're done with her, you can hand the leftovers. I'll gladly savor it." A thumb unpleasantly smoothed his lower lip, a close fix on me. My body tensed in disgust with his sloppy words.

I glanced up at Mr. Jeon, his eyes meeting mine coincidently. "Hyung. You might have to back off on this one."

Back off? I shook my head, he was full of games.

Namjoon scoffed. "Our maknae is becoming mature."

"He is, Namjoon you still have growing up to do." Seokjin patted his back as he looked elsewhere.

"We'll go now, but what was your name?" He asked me.

My name? I was known to be Stella to Mr. Jeon. Telling my real name would be a confusion, work, business. After all that's what this was.

"Stella." I smiled.

"Nice to meet you Stella, hope to see you around again." He grinned. Namjoon's eyebrow raised at me as he turned around with his friend as a last look.

The party still in a chit chat atmosphere, I then felt Mr. Jeon's hand rest on my waist, colliding his body with mine.

"Mr. Park, what brings you here?" An elder man in round glasses and almost in a suit uniform approached us.

"Your father advised me to check up on the party. Who is this young lady?"

His hand tightened around my hip, squeezing my butt suddenly. I looked up at him in shock, my cheeks heating although the man in front of us couldn't see it. But I quickly glanced behind us to notice if anyone had saw. Fortunately, everyone else was engaged in their conversation. Was he trying to tease me at a time like this?

"This is my girlfriend, Stella." He gazed down at me in affection, his look almost sincere. I knew this was all a play. His acting could've convinced me.

"Your father is urging you to get married, different play dates each day might not be the best option, young sir."

"He can't force me into everything."