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After the incident with the dog, I was brought to my room, and Mary handed me the comfortable clothes that had been provided , i wore the silk short nightie that reached to my thighs and a big sleeves shrug . Exhaustion washed over me as the weight of the entire marriage ceremony, including the heavy makeup and dress, took its toll. I settled onto the bed, feeling utterly drained and in need of rest.
Just as I lay down to rest, Jungkook entered the room and watched me quietly. I felt a bit dumbfounded lying there while he went about his business, placing his watch on the dressing table. When he caught my gaze through the reflection in the glass, my cheeks flushed, and my heart raced.
He was still wearing the tuxedo from the marriage ceremony, which looked incredibly handsome on him. I couldn't deny his appeal, but his demeanor remained cold, with occasional hints of arrogance.
"I'm not arrogant, Ashley," he suddenly remarked, catching me off guard. Had he read my thoughts again?what the fuck?!!!!
"Not again, Ashley. I've told you before; you're just too expressive, sweetheart," he added. Again? Again sweetheart. The endearment only added to the heat I was feeling in the room, making me slightly flustered.
"Well, at least I'm not arrogant like you," I retorted, trying to brush off my embarrassment.
He chuckled in response and began to approach me slowly. I instinctively moved back, feeling a sense of anticipation. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, emphasizing his muscular physique. My gaze involuntarily drifted there, and I didn't realize how close he had gotten until he was hovering slightly above me. He wasn't extremely close, but it was close enough to make my heart race.
He placed two fingers under my chin, tilting my face upward until our eyes met. His voice, though a whisper, held a commanding tone.
"Listen, little girl," he said, his words slurring slightly. "You're not going to talk to me like that, alright?"
He came dangerously close to my face, and I couldn't help but gulp in panic. Was he going to kiss me? Oh God.
I closed my eyes, bracing myself for what might happen next, only to feel... nothing. Perplexed, I opened my eyes and found myself alone in the room, with only the sound of the shower running in the bathroom.
I let out a relieved sigh. That had been tense, and I'd never felt that way before. His proximity had made my heart race, and it left me somewhat flustered. He was undeniably attractive, and I couldn't help but think that he must be wondering how he ended up married to someone like me-a "fat girl." But it wasn't my fault; I had tried and tried, but my weight had never seemed to budge.
Tears welled up in my eyes, and a single tear escaped, tracing a path down my cheek. I didn't know where this journey was taking me, but all I could hope for was that Jungkook would accept me as I am.
Exhausted from crying, I closed my eyes, surrendering to the overwhelming emotions, and gradually drifted off to dreamland .
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I ran my hand through my hair as water ran down to my body.I smirked as I remembered how flustered she was now. The short silk nightie that she weared today looked so good on her.
I couldn't help but ogle at her. It felt so strange to get so attracted to someone you just met one day.
I am just so conscious of my feelings that I don't want to be betrayed. I have endured heartbreak once, and I couldn't bear one more, so I'll try to get as far as I can from her. It's not just not good for me but also for her. I don't want her to get attached to me and get her heart broken because I'll not be able to love again.
Alena had broken my heart and left me with Ju Won alone. He was an 8-month-old child, just a kid who needed her mother, but she just left him on the crib to fuck around, like with my secretary.
She was lucky that she died from cancer. If she'd been alive, I would have sliced the throat of her lover, then stabbed him on his chest 100 times until his heart came out, and I would have buried her alive with the heart of her lover with her.
Unfortunately, she hadn't witnessed her lover meeting his end at the hands of my men.
Sighing, I turned off the shower, wrapped a towel around my waist, and stepped out of the bathroom. I dried my hair with another towel before entering my room. There, I found her peacefully asleep, cocooned in a comforter, with faint snores escaping her lips.
It was becoming increasingly challenging to resist the growing attraction I felt for her.
I dressed in my boxers and sweatpants before lying down beside her. A single strand of hair rested on her forehead, and it seemed to be bothering her as she scrunched her eyebrows in her sleep, attempting to brush it away. It didn't budge, so I gently used my index finger to remove it from her forehead, gazing at her as she continued to sleep.
I sighed and reminded my self that-
"The path of love seldom never leads to the destination you desire."
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