YN'S POV:-

The next week followed by a chat in Jungkook ' house in a haze.

The workload in the diner and the café increased beyond limit as the new space for the kitchens was in full swing. The following Thursday night the workers had finished taking down the kitchen and by Monday night the café was bigger with the display box pushed to the further end.

More tables were added to the room and the space to walk around was available. Moreover the room for the waiters to change shifts was enlarged so they have a lounging area too.

But getting the supply for the products was a nightmare, so we used a small closed pick-up van, so it could supply batches of sweets at least twice a day.

And as far as the Jungkook issue, he has been sending me flowers everyday, with small notes like good morning and have a nice day and stuff attached to them. Calling me every now and then, asking if I have eaten or gotten home safe, so on and so forth. I'd call sometime...just to check.

Today's batch of flowers were bright pink peonies, tired around the stem with a shimmering ribbon and a little bow. No note.

I frowned. All the flowers he sent had notes around the ribbon except this one.

Maybe he ran out of things to say. My inner girl mumbles. She's been making an appearance every now and then, since I decided to give Jungkook a chance.

A selfish decision of hers really.

I put the flowers in the jar after taking out a bunch of tulips the day before.

When I was almost free from work, it was lunch time. I called Jungkook before taking a bite of my zucchini noodles with beef.

He answered with the second ring. "Kitten." He said and I could hear the scratching of pen against paper.

"You're working too much." I said putting some of the food in my mouth.

"So are you." He said back.

"Have you eat, yet?"

"Not yet." He answered. "I have a lunch meeting with your Papa."

"Good thing." I snort.

He laughs. "Did you eat?"

"Eating." I say.

"Good." He says. "I'll talk to you after the meeting. Meet me for dinner?"

"Come over to the house?" I ask.

"Why don't you come over?" He asks.

I groan. "Then I'd have to cook."

"I like your cooking." He says. "Baby, gotta go, almost time. Your pop would kill me for being late."

"You can always tell him the reason." I say cheekily.

He snorts before the line goes dead.

I finish the rest of my meal in a conversation with Isa, she's still upset about me ditching her. But mind you she went home with Rico. I know it.

The little bitch just won't admit it.

"Are you coming over or am I?" Jungkook asks over a text.

"You are." I text him back.

"Alright." He says back.

On my way home I picked out some necessary things for dinner and texted Rico to bring a nice bottle of wine.

For dinner I grill some eggplant and bake a fat dish of lasagna and bake a generous amount of bread before setting the table.

I had let the maids go for tonight.

Papa and Rico sit on the table as Jungkook walks in through the door with a bottle of wine.

"So nice of you to join." Rico snickers. "Not so dead anymore, eh?"

"No." Jungkook answers. "Not really." He hands me the bottle of wine. I thank him with a smile.

At least he's trying.

"Take a seat, my boy." Papa says.

"Grazie." He says politely, taking a seat. (Thank you)

We pass the bread and lasagna with the grilled eggplants and say a quick prayer before taking our bites.

"It was delicious, princess." Papa says wiping his mouth with the napkin. "Thank you."

"You're welcome Papa." I smile.

"Do you want me to help you with the dishes?" Rico asks for help to take the dishes to the kitchen.

"I'm sure you've got more important assignments." I smile at him sweetly.

"Damn right, I do." Rico yells before leaving the kitchen. "I'll be back in the morning." He hollers a moment after I hear the hum of his car.

"He doesn't seem that childish, around the meetings." Jungkook 's voice comes from the doorway.

I turn and smile. "He's mature then he lets on 11

"Seems like." He shrugs. "Wanna go for a walk?"

"Yeah. Let me finish the dishes.”

After the dishes Jungkook and I take a walk, holding our glass full of wine.

"Come by the house tomorrow, I want to start placing the master." He says when he drops me back at the front door handing me his glass, shoving his hands down his pockets.

"Why haven't you made it yet?" I ask.

He shrugs. "I want the opinion of the person who is more likely to share it with me." He says awkwardly.

"You've decided that I want to share the master with you?" I am annoyed.

Every time it comes back to this. Me moving in with him.

Staying with him. Stuff forward, stuff backward and every time it pushes me off the edge.

Why doesn't he get that? I am not ready to move in with him.

"Let's not fight." He says softly. "Come by if you want to. I just want to discuss the layout."

"Do whatever you want." I roll my eyes.

"I don't have the energy and mind to do the decoration twice, kitten. That's why it's been delayed so long as it is."

"What makes you think you have to do it again?" I ask, partly glaring at him.

"Because I want you to decorate like you'd want to."

"I don't want to decorate it. It's not my house."

"What's mine is yours." He says cheekily.

"Whatever, I am not going to move in with you." I say.

"I am not telling you." He says. "I just want to make the room ready."

"Okay." I sigh. "I'll come by."

"I'll cook dinner, then."

"You will?" I exclaim.

This is going to be a first.

"I will." He said smiling.

I wave him off before his car disappears from the "You will?" I exclaim.

This is going to be a first.

"I will." He said smiling.

I wave him off before his car disappears from view.

Walking inside the house, I put away the wine glasses and brew Papa's tea before delivering it to him and asking what he would want for breakfast tomorrow.

I changed into a loose satin lace bordered two piece night wear before slipping inside the soft fluff of my covers.

●●●●●●

The bedroom without any furniture looked spacious with a floor to ceiling window overlooking the front portion of the house.

The room without anything even was gorgeous. Jungkook was taking help from an interior designer who also happened to be his ally. They were pretty close.

Hansen, the designer and I were conversing about the layout. I want to keep the window in its place. It's magical as it is.

"I don't think too much work is required for it." I said at one point.

"I know. It's already ready." Hansen agreed.

"But I want a separate walk in closets." I declared.

"Sure." He scribbled into his note pad.

"And I want to keep the bathroom screen too." I said.

The bathroom was unusually big with big screen windows, occupying the wall that looked over the small woods that the backyard had. "Do you think we can place the tub there?" I asked.

"Yeah. Why not?" He said. "What kind of tub do you want?"

"A hot tub? A circle one." I grinned.

Hansel chuckled. "Alright."

Jungkook came inside the bathroom, finishing the phone call he got while we were talking about the room.

It was a suite, really.

"Have you already decided what you want?" He asked me.

I nodded. "Separate closets." I say. "For whoever will share that with you." I added.

Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"She wants a circle tub." Hansen says. "And the screen window on the bathroom."

"Window on the bathroom?" Jungkook snorts.

"They're there already. And they're nice." I replied.

"Okay. Whatever."

I roll my eyes and finish the little details like the wallpaper and the accessories, fittings and stuff before Hansen leaves and Jungkook and I are alone in the big house.

"I think it'll be pretty nice." I say at one point when Jungkook walks into the kitchen.

Given the house the kitchen was the part that made me cringe.

It was a sorry excuse for a kitchen really. It needs work. Loads of it.

"Your kitchen needs work." I say taking out a water bottle from the fridge.

"Okay?" He sighs putting pasta on a pan. "What else needs work?"

"You." I replied. "That attitude and ego."

He laughs.

Half an hour later, when dinner is served I suggest Jungkook to fuse the dining room and kitchen together, in that way he'll have more space.

He nods and replies that he'll talk to Hansen about it.

"Do you want to stay the night?" He asks putting the dishes away on the sink.

"No." I answered firmly.

"You're no fun." He pouts.

"Whatever." I roll my eyes and help him do the dishes.

The bell from the front door rings as Jungkook hurries off to open it.

A moment later he comes along with a girl, probably around my age, who's carrying a stack of papers and documents.

"Good evening, miss." She says sweetly.

"Good evening." I say but on the inside I am screaming.

This ought to be his secretary.

She's pretty with nice blonde hair and pinky pouty lips.

The girl drops the file on the table and shows Jungkook a tab. They talk about some stuff before the girl turns to me and smiles.

Not a weird or cunning smile that Cara would give, but a genuine smile. "Nice to meet you, miss." She says. "I hear a lot about you."

"Oh?." I reply frowning.

"Yup." She grins. "You're prettier than you look in the photos."

"Huh?" I gasp. Photos?

"Alright, Brooklyn." Jungkook rolls his eyes. "You can leave now."

"Oh. Okay." Brooklyn takes up her purse and leaves after saying good night.

"She's weird." I mumbled after I heard the door click.

"She's not that bad, just excited?"

"For what?"

"I don't know really, she's been like that since the first time."

I shrug.

After the dishes Jungkook offers me a glass of wine which I accept.

"Why don't you just move over, Yn?" He asks for the nth-time since the week. "It would just save us the trouble of going back and forth."

"Too bad you didn't think that before you thought it'd be okay to cheat." I say putting my wine glass down.

"Baby," he moves to take my hand. I let him. Just because it feels good when he's holding me. "For the thousand times, I am so sorry."

"Good." I say and take my hand away from his grasp.

"You look good today." He says, with a slightly deeper voice. "So good, I could feast on you."

"Jungkook ." I warn.

"You'd feel so warm against me." He sighs. "And you've grown so sexily."

"Keep it in your pants." I hiss, getting up from the sofa slinging my purse over my shoulder.

"Don't go, baby." He says getting up and walking over me, pulling me back and grabbing my wrist.

"I'm sorry. I won't." He pleads.

"I'm sleepy. I want to go home." I say.

"I'll drive you." He says grabbing his keys.

"I'll call the driver." I say.

"I said I'll drive you." He says firmly, walking out before me.

Sighing I follow him.

The car ride was silent, halting in front of the estate.

"I'll see you tomorrow, for lunch?" He asks. "We can go for the furniture."

I sigh. "Okay."

"I'll buy you lunch." He fucks my hair behind my ear, kissing the corner of my mouth.

"Okay."

I slipped inside the house only to face Papa, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Where have you been, princess?" He asks, rather seriously.

"Out." I say. "With Jungkook .”

"Nothing serious, going on I suppose?" He asks.

"No." I replied. "Nothing serious."

"Be careful, won't you, princess?" He asks, placing a kiss on top of my head.

"I will." I assure him.

"Now off to bed." He says ushering me off.

Once inside my room, I take a body shower and change into a soft shirt as my phone rings.

"Jungkook ."

"Oh kitten." He gasps. "My sweet sweet kitty."

What the... I hear the soft gasps coming out from the other side of the speaker.

He's...he's touching himself.

I gasp as I feel the moisture between my legs. It's so hot.

"Jungkook ?" I ask slowly. "What are you doing?"

"Oh baby." He breaths. "Shit!"

I reach inside the folds of my panties rubbing so hot.

"Jungkook ?" I ask slowly. "What are you doing?"

"Oh baby." He breaths. "Shit!"

I reach inside the folds of my panties, rubbing softly.

"Oh god. I wish you would've just stayed." Не sighs after coming down from his high.

"This could be so much better, kitty."

My breath comes out in soft sighs as my finger moves in a frenzy, rubbing the slickness, my body releasing with every stroke.

With a light moan, I come undone.

Jungkook chuckles from the other end.

●●●●●●●●

The next few days of me being around Jungkook was almost non-existent.

After our phone sex that night, Jungkook had sent me shortlisted wallpapers and furniture and sent them over to me by the hands of Brooklyn who actually won't shut up about the colours she thought were gorgeous.

Honestly? Brooklyn is friendly but she's kind of a bit loud talker and a teeny-weeny bit annoying.

But she's a good person, nevertheless.

I had finalized them and talked to Hansen over the phone, he had officially started the job on the master suite.

I had seen some blue prints he made which were absolutely gorgeous and modern.

And it had been a week since then, Jungkook and I would talk shortly on the phone every now and then but our meetings were much shorter and hurried.

He had meetings and I had the restaurants.

It was a workload showering upon us with immense joy.

The good flow of flower bouquets were managed thoroughly. Every morning there would be a small basket or bunch of flowers waiting for my arrival.

As much as cheesy as it sounds, it actually made me feel cared for.

But whatever, right? Nobody wants to hear about my flowers.

I plopped on the plush chair of my office kicking off my shoes, heels hurt anyway.

It was Sunday and for the request of papa, the whole family of ours have been trying church.

I don't see why because we are if anything holy. The mafia kills people for God's sake. But still early in the morning I had to get dressed in a respectable manner wearing a black dress and had to say my prayers to Christ.

But it seems kind of to drain the load out of my mind. I actually felt peace.

The office door opened abruptly revealing a very-very messed up Jungkook . His hair was a mess, he was wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt. I frown.

Looks like he just got out of bed.

The front of his trousers showed a little but right there bulge.

Oh little boy has a boner!

"What are you doing?" I asked as he entered himself into the room and slammed the door shut along with the lock.

"Stay quiet. We'll be quick." He says in a breathless manner.

"What are you talking about?"

Don't tell me he just got up and drove to the café for sex!

We're not even having sex.

"I need to get off, and by the way you look right now..." He trails off advancing toward me.

"I just came back from church." I say with a roll of my eyes.

"So?" He asks, standing right in front of me. I wheel my chair so I am face to face with him, or his crotch.

"So, I've been to church." I reason again. "All this stuff is unholy."

"Un-holy?" He asks.

I nod, keeping the innocent look on my face.

"And you think wearing that dress to church is holy?" He asks.

"What's wrong with the dress?" I ask innocently.

He takes a deep breath reaching for my loose hair, that I didn't bother to do something. It was falling around my shoulders in its natural curve.

"Are you going to take it or not?" He asks one hand, stroking my hair and the other pulling the strings of his sweats loose.

Oh my!

It's awfully disrespectful and weird!

Barging into my office and wanting a blow.

What makes him think, I'll blow the same...stick that Cara did?

I slap his hand away from his pants. Jungkook grins.

I grin. "It's a sin." I say.

"What?" Jungkook frowns.

"I can't take it in the mouth that just uttered a prayer, honey. You have to wait." I tentatively reach out for the bulge of his pants and rub a little, feeling it grow harder and longer against my palm.

"You're such a tease." He growls pulling my hair back roughly so that I look up at him. His eyes swirling with that want and need of a bit of sexual attention, while I just look up at him mustering the most innocent look I can.

"That's such a naughty thing to say to the girl you love." I bite my lower lip.

Jungkook inhales again.

And before I can grasp the actions, Jungkook has his hands under my arms and has successfully placed me on top of my desk.

I squeal in surprise.

Jungkook grins evilly, taking a seat in my desk chair and adjusting it so that he is seated between my legs and his face aligned with my breast.

What the hell?

Was I playing that much?

I don't want to have sex! Not right now.

But he's making me wet by the passing second.

"Now, kitten? Does the Bible say anything about penetrations?"

"It's not...legal between un-married couples." I say.

He laughs before shaking his head. "You're getting wet, aren't you?"

"No." I replied firmly though I was anything but dry.

But Jungkook 's smirk only gets wider. "Let's see shall we?"

He reaches for the hem of my dress sliding it up through my legs, before he comes face to face with my black-cream lace-panties.

"You've got to be bad, wearing naughty girl panties to a church." Jungkook chuckles as he slides one finger down the symmetry of my heart, feeling the wetness that soaked my new panties.

I hissed at the contact that resumed after a long pause.

"You're wet, kitten." Jungkook smirks in victory looking up at me. "It's a sin, too, isn't it?"

I gulp as I suck my lower lip.

"Oh, kitty, what am I going to do with you?" Не breathes as he expertly slides my panties off my legs using both his hands and lets the scarp dangle from my ankle.

"Mind if I take a taste?" He asks hopefully.

"Yes." My voice trembles.

"Good thing I wasn't asking for permission." He says before diving into my warm, wet, slick core devouring it to his heart's content, making me shriek out with every lick of his tongue.

His tongue moves with expertise, licking up my folds and the har protruding flesh of my clit, as he huns in appreciation.

My hands fly down to his hair gripping tightly, holding on to my dear life as he shimmies his tongue inside my little hole, like a mini shaft.

I meow out at the foreign contact as it is being shoved in and pulled out at the right intervals, the long forgotten knot in my stomach appears as my grip around Jungkook 's hair tightens while he feasts on me.

His hands tightens around my butt as he pulls me closer to his mouth, almost engulfing my pussy as he eats me out.

The sweet pain in my stomach increases as my muscles tighten around his mouth.

Jungkook leaves the contact immediately as I cry out in agony of not getting the release I wanted.

"Fuck!" I curse as tears threaten to fall.

"Oh baby." He soothes. "Don't cry." He places a soft kiss against both of my cheeks and my lips, not giving me the time to respond.

"We're just getting started." He grins as he loses his sweats. His cock stands out erect and hard for the sake of being pleased.

I gasp.

I haven't had that thing in me in two years and it seems to be a lot bigger than last time. My inner girl rambles rubbing her wet heat in a frenzy motion trying to get rid of the sexual frustration.

Jungkook stroked his length, slicking it up before rereaches one hand to untie the straps on my shoulders, letting the dress fall down my chest and revealing a matching bra.

"Sexy." Jungkook growls as his stroking increases in pace, the long monster ready for the job it has been assigned.

"You ready, kitten?" He asks with a smirk.

I gnaw my lower lip, unable to speak.

The self control I had was a pool of good and wetness at my feet. Jungkook smirks, using the hand he used to untie my dress to separate the juice coated folds of my pussy revealing the clit he teased so much before sliding the finger inside me making me jump in surprise.

"Oh Good God." I gasp, gripping the edge of the death with both my hands as Jungkook pumps one single finger in and out of my little heat.

Jungkook adds another finger trying to loosen me up, ready for his monster cock.

"Mmhmm." I moan as my muscles tighten around his finger.

Jungkook stops, denying me yet another orgasm. I smell.

"Shhh." He soothes. "We're getting there." He says standing up and grabbing his length positioning it at my entrance using the other hand to lay me over my desk.

My desk contained nothing in particular except the small flower vase and my laptop.

"Grab the ends, baby." He says and I grip the edge of the table above my head once again.

A knock vibrates through the door.

"Later." I'll tell you. "I'm busy."

"Good one." Jungkook smirks as with a large thundering push he settles himself inside me, I bite my lip, preventing myself from screaming out loud at the force.

"You okay?" Jungkook asks breathlessly.

"Fine." I grumble, wanting nothing except the long expected orgasm. "Just move."

Jungkook grins. "You're tighter than before, kitten."

I blush.

"And wet and slick." He smirks before pulling out and shoving all of his length back at my pussy again, this time I let go of a small moan as he keeps pounding into me, without mercy.

"Don't leave me, ever, Kitten." He grunted as his pace picked up.

"Don't come inside me." I say before reaching down with one of my hands and rubbing my clit.

"Alright." He gasps. "I don't want you to get pregnant. Not yet." He says.

"Good." I grin. Offering him my slick fingers which he takes in his mouth sucking the juices off.

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