Married To The Jeon

CHAPTER 7:-

I gaze out at the sea, tuning out his conversation with Ros - I think - his number two. I am rich . . . stinking rich. I have done nothing to earn this money . . . just married a rich man. I shudder as my mind drifts back to our conversation about prenups. It was Sunday after his birthday and we were seated at the kitchen table enjoying a leisurely breakfast . . . all of us, Jimin, Rose, Scarllet, and I were debating the merits of bacon versus sausage, while Chris and Jungkook read the Sunday paper . . .

"Look at this," squeals Somi as she sets her netbook on the table before us on the kitchen table. "There's a gossipy item on the Seattle Nooz website about you being engaged, Jungkook."

"Already?" Scarllet says in surprise. Then her mouth purses as some obviously unpleasant thought crosses her mind. Jungkook frowns. Somi reads the column out loud. "Word has reached us here at The Nooz that Seattle's most eligible bachelor, the Jeon Jungkook, has finally been snapped up and wedding bells are in the air. But who is the lucky, lucky lady? The Nooz is on the hunt. Bet she's reading one helluva prenup."

Somi giggles then stops abruptly as Jungkook glares at her. Silence descends, and the atmosphere in the Jeon kitchen plunges to below zero.

Oh no! A prenup? The thought has never crossed my mind. I swallow, feeling all the blood drain from my face. Please ground, swallow me up now! Jungkook shifts uncomfortably in his chair as I glance apprehensively at him.

"No," he mouths at me.

"Jungkook,"Chris says gently.

"I'm not discussing this again," Jungkook snaps at Chris who glances at me nervously and opens his mouth to say something.

"No prenup!" Jungkook almost shouts at him and broodingly goes back to reading his paper, ignoring everyone else at the table. They look alternately at me then him . . . then anywhere but at the two of us.

"Jungkook," I murmur. "I'll sign anything you and Mr. Jeon want."

Jeez, it wouldn't be the first time he's made me sign something. Jungkook looks up and glares at me.

"No!" he snaps. I blanch once more.

"It's to protect you."

"Jungkook, Lisa - I think you should discuss this in private," Scarllet admonishes us. She glares at Chris and Somi. Oh dear, looks like they're in trouble, too.

"Lisa, this is not about you," Chris murmurs reassuringly. "And please call me Chris."

Jungkook narrows cold eyes at his father and my heart sinks. Hell . . . He's really mad.

Everyone erupts into animated conversation, and Somi and Rose leap up to clear the table.

"I definitely prefer sausage," exclaims Jimin.

I stare down at my knotted fingers. Crap. I hope Mr. and Mrs. Jeon don't think I'm some kind of gold digger. Jungkook reaches over and grasps both my hands gently in one of his.

"Stop it."

How does he know what I'm thinking?

"Ignore my dad," Jungkook says so only I can hear him. "He's really pissed about Elena. That stuff was all aimed at me. I wish my mom had kept her mouth shut."

I know Jungkook is still smarting from his "talk" with Chris about Elena last night.

"He has a point, Jungkook. You're very wealthy, and I'm bringing nothing to our marriage but my student loans."

Jungkook gazes at me, his eyes bleak. "Lalisa, if you leave me, you might as well take everything. You left me once before. I know how that feels."

Holy Fuck! "That was different," I whisper, moved by his intensity.