{BOOK THREE}...When unworldly literature student Jeon Jungkook first encountered the driven and dazzling young entrepreneur Kim Taehyung it sparked a sensual affair that changed both of their lives irrevocably. Shocked, intrigued, and, ultimately, r...
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Jungkook P.O.V.
Carrick looks ridiculous in his chef's hat and Licensed to Grill apron as he stands at the barbecue. Every time I look at him, it makes me smile. In fact, my spirits have lifted considerably. We are all sitting around the table on the terrace of the Kim family home, enjoying the late summer sun. Grace and Mia are setting various salads out on the table, while Eunwoo and Taehyung trade friendly insults and discuss plans for the new house, and Jihyun and Jimin grill me about our honeymoon. Taehyung keeps hold of my hand, his fingers toying with my wedding and engagement rings.
"So if you can get the plans finalized with Gia, I have a window September through to mid-November and can get the whole crew on it," Eunwoo says as he stretches and drops an arm around Jimin's shoulder, making him smile.
"Gia is due to come over to discuss the plans tomorrow evening," replies Taehyung. "I hope we can finalize everything then." He turns and looks expectantly at me.
Oh . . . this is news.
"Sure." I smile at him, mostly for the benefit of his family, but my spirits take a nosedive again. Why does he make these decisions without telling me? Or is it the thought of Gia—all lush hips, full breasts, expensive designer clothes, and perfume—smiling too provocatively at my husband? My subconscious glares at me. He's given you no reason to be jealous. Shit, I am up and down today. What's wrong with me?
"Kook," Jimin exclaims, snapping me out of my reverie. "You still in the South of France?"
"Yes," I reply with a smile.
"You look so well," he says, though he frowns as he says it.
"You both do." Grace beams while Eunwoo refills our glasses.
"To the happy couple." Carrick grins and raises his glass, and everyone around the table echoes the sentiment.
"And congratulations to Jihyun for getting into the psych program at Seattle," chips in Mia proudly. She gives him an adoring smile, and Jihyun smirks at her. I wonder idly if she's made any headway with him. It's difficult to tell.
I listen to the banter around the table. Taehyung is running through our extensive itinerary over the last three weeks, embellishing here and there. He sounds relaxed and in control, the worry of the arsonist forgotten. I, on the other hand, don't seem to be able to shake my mood. I pick at my food. Taehyung said that I've been eating a lot recently. He was joking! My subconscious glares at me again. Eunwoo accidentally knocks his glass onto the terrace, startling everyone, and there's a sudden flurry of activity to get it cleaned up.
"I am going to take you to the boathouse and finally spank you in there if you don't snap out of this mood," Taehyung whispers to me.
I gasp with shock, turn, and gape at him. What? Is he teasing me?
"You wouldn't dare!" I growl at him and from deep inside I feel a familiar, welcome excitement. He cocks an eyebrow at me. Of course he would. I glance quickly at Jimin across the table. He's watching us with interest. I turn back to Taehyung, narrowing my eyes at him.
