Chapter 2 | Between Us

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𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐒

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Y/N' S POV

I raised my eyes to the reflection on the mirror in front of me, opposite of the entrance door of the office room only to find Mister Jeon's eyes drifting from my butt to my back then landing on my front reflection, staring straight to my eyes with a slight smirk on his lips.

I led straight, in a haste to not to face anyone now. I took the lift to the basement. I ran my head to look for my car between so many of them. My dad below the horn. Facing that way, I carried out my path. I opened the door, sighing after becoming cozy inside.

"He wasn't that terrifying," my papa spoke after ten minutes of silent driving.

I scoffed at the words that escaped from dad's mouth. Even though I wished to say something to dad against his statement but I mentioned nothing and sealed my eyes, supporting my head on the seat to get some peace after an intense meet up.

4 Hours Later...

I brought my eyes to my now buzzing phone on the nightstand; I placed the book beside it, picking up the phone to discover fresh messages from Jihoon, my boyfriend.

A beam held place on my lips, unwittingly, a twirl of delight rushed through my veins.

I don't understand why he accepted me as his girlfriend when he can have many girls wrapped around his fingers with his handsome face and famous smile, which I fell in love with.

I started going through the messages.

< Hey Sweetheart ❤, busy? ]

[ No ❤, how was your day >

< Boring. How was yours? ]

[ Hectic. Dad assigned me with his

old friend to learn business...😥>

< Are you free tomorrow? ]

[ No, my dad planned a dinner tomorrow evening. Why? >

< Nothing I just want to take you on a date tomorrow,

never mind, enjoy yourself 😊, bye]

[ Bye, Love you 😘❤ >

I kept looking at the screen but my hopes of getting the message 'I love you' got down. He must be busy or that's what I thought,

I made myself comfortable on the bed, my mind flew to the discussion on the dinner table.

Jeon Jungkook. The man who had been stirring my mind since morning. Affirming to the discussion, he is an Italian-Korean, raised in Italy then shifting to here. He is thirty-six.

His age put me in a minor disappointment. I didn't know I was expecting anything different. Maybe I wanted him to be of my age.

I sealed my eyes to let myself get engulfed in slumber, but much to disagreement my mind repeatedly took off to Mister Jeon. His veiny hands, rough but divine voice and his cherry red lips. Those were something that I could never forget.

Get a grip on yourself.

Sighing at my stupidity that I'm fantasizing of a man who is double my age, I squirmed on my bed to allow myself to take some rest for tomorrow.

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6/12/2018

5:47 PM.

"Y/n!, we're waiting~" I slipped on the necklace that was given by Jihoon. It was a classic silver chain with a diamond pendant and a fancy dress that hugged my curves, not revealing much of my skin.

I'm looking decent.

I went through myself last time in the mirror, acknowledging my appearance as I placed the few strands of hair which I allowed free after tying my hair in a loose bun behind my ear.

A beam held place on my lips. Not knowing the reason behind it, I just grinned widely and started my way downstairs to the main door. I put my heels on, grabbed my coat with me because of the icy weather of the evening.

Dad and mommy were waiting inside the car. Dad was in the driver's seat and mom was beside him. I opened the door of the black Lamborghini. Sitting on the passenger seat, I opened my purse to get my phone out. The car started.

"Dad, where is his mansion?" I inquired how much time it would take to be there because of my motion-sickness.

"We'll be there...in fifteen minutes, darling," dad responded with his mellow voice to confirm to me I'll be alright.

I settled my head on the headrest, exhaling after closing my eyes.

20 Minutes Later...

Stepping out the car, we three walked to the gigantic door. My heels are sucking the life out of my legs and I'm struggling not to fall.

"Wow, he's wealthy. You should make a deal with him then." My mom's excitement bloomed like no other day. Her enormous eyes traveled to the garden beside the immense mansion. "Oh, my gosh! Look at the garden," a chortle left from dad's throat at the unbelievable interest of mom, ''Is he married?" This question diverted my attention as if it was what I wanted to ask but couldn't because if I do, I'll seem like a desperate girl.

It must be hard to live all alone in this massive mansion.

"No, he's not," my dad replied, looking forward to ringing the doorbell. He ringed it.

I corrected myself last time to not have any flaws. I know I am fat but being before a man who looks like a model came right out from a fashion magazine is something different.

Mister Jeon, in a black shirt and black tight pants, opened the door. His eyes came bigger as he took our presence. My mother excitedly hugged him.

"Mirae, it's been so long, you got gray hair" my mother pretended to be angry but couldn't stop herself from smiling over the glittering eyes of the angelic man.

I have to mention he is the most gorgeous man I ever laid my eyes on. My eyes wander up and down over his attire. His sleeves folded up to give me the view of his tough arms, his pants showing the perfect lining of his thick thighs. I swallowed. His green eyes fixed right into me, and without realizing my turn, came to greet him.

"Good evening Mister Jeon" I bowed to show some respect. My voice came much lower than I expected.

"Evening, Dolcezza" he smiled at me innocently before running his eyes all over my body then settling to my eyes he's smile changed to an arrogant smirk. I blushed. "Come in, it is good to see you guys again." Mister Jeon says and motions to his house.

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The dinner went smoothly. We are now in the garden because my mother mentioned at the dinner table how beautiful it looked earlier and Mister Jeon insisted on giving us a tour.

I am walking beside my father who is discussing some business related conversations with Mister Jeon. My dad turned to me.

"Y/n, Jungkook wanted to offer you a tour to his library" dad indirectly asked me to accompany Mister Jeon to his library and I am more than delighted to do it.

Dad ran his eyes to mom who was admiring the flowers. He shuffled to her.

"Come with me, sweetness." A hot breath fanned on my neck and a hand placed on my lower back. It shivered me to the bone.

AUTHOR'S POV

You smelled an Amber spicy fragrance which was doubtless of Armani code as you turned to meet the eyes of the man who you admired from afar. A smirk was dancing upon the lips of the handsome man. You saw the man studying your body again, a blush staining your cheeks and neck. Jungkook withdrew his hand from your lower back, leaving behind you feeling your skin cold.

You followed Jungkook to the staircase. The silence was sweet, but a question was eating you. 'Does he have a girlfriend?' but asking it straight on his face is more than wrong.

Jungkook brought you to a gloomy oak door which was opened. You two stepped inside, a tender light coming from the corner. He turned the moderates on.

"Isn't it boring to live here alone?" You blurted out.

A laugh escaped from him and it was the sexiest laugh you ever heard. His eyes formed into a crescent form.

You smiled at the scenario. He should laugh often.

"I don't live here. I mean, yes it is my house...but too big to stay alone and it is out of the city. I have an apartment in the city, I stay there—"

Your phone buzzed, you checked the caller id. It is Jihoon. You declined it.

A sigh ran from your mouth after placing the phone inside the purse, you divert your attention to Jungkook.

"Boyfriend?" Jungkook's husky voice ringed in your ears. Your heart made a triple bounce.

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