Married To The Jeon

CHAPTER 31

Oh . . . Jungkook as a kid . . . kickboxing and X Files and no touching.

"You?" he asks.

"Before my time."

Jungkook smiles fondly up at me. "You're so young. I like making out with you, Mrs. Jeon."

"Likewise, Mr. Jeon." I kiss his chest, and we lie silently watching as The X-Files finish and the commercials come on.

"It's been a heavenly three weeks. Car chases and fires and psycho ex-bosses notwithstanding. Like being in our own private bubble," I mutter dreamily.

"Hmm," Jungkook hums deep in his throat. "I'm not sure I'm ready to share you with the rest of the world yet."

"Back to reality tomorrow," I murmur, trying to keep the melancholy from my voice.

Jungkook sighs and runs the hand that is not holding me through his hair. "Security will be tight - " I put my finger over his lips. I don't want to hear this lecture again.

"I know. I'll be good. I promise." Which reminds me . . . I shift, propping myself up on my elbows to see him better. "Why were you shouting at Sawyer?"

He stiffens immediately. Oh shit.

"Because we were followed."

"That wasn't Sawyer's fault."

He gazes at me levelly. "They should never have let you get so far in front. They know that."

I flush guiltily and resume my position, resting on his chest. It was my fault. I wanted to get away from them.

"That wasn't - "

"Enough!" Jungkook is suddenly curt. "This is not up for discussion, Lalisa. It's a fact, and they won't let it happen again."

Lalisa! I am Lalisa when I am in trouble just like at home with my mother.

"Okay," I mutter, placating him. I don't want to fight. "Did Ryan catch up with the woman in the Dodge?"

"No. And I'm not convinced it was a woman."

"Oh?" I look up again.

"Sawyer saw someone with their hair tied back, but it was a brief look. He assumed it was a woman. Now, given that you've identified that fucker, maybe it was him. He wore his hair like that." The disgust in Jungkook's voice is palpable.

I don't know what to make of this news. Jungkook runs his hand down my naked back, distracting me.

"If anything happened to you . . . ," he murmurs, his eyes wide and serious.

"I know," I whisper. "I feel the same about you." I shiver at the thought.

"Come. You're getting cold," he says, sitting up. "Let's go to bed. We can cover third base there." He smiles a lascivious smile, as mercurial as ever, passionate, angry, anxious, sexy - my Fifty Shades. I take his hand and he pulls me to my feet, and without a stitch on, I follow him through the great room to the bedroom.

The following morning, Jungkook squeezes my hand as we pull up outside SIP. He looks very much the powerful executive in his dark navy suit and matching tie, and I smile. He's not been this smart since the ballet in Monaco.

"You know you don't have to do this?" Jungkook murmurs. I am tempted to roll my eyes at him.

"I know," I whisper, not wanting to be overheard by Sawyer and Ryan in the front of the Audi. He frowns and I smile.