MY EYES WENT TO JUNG-WON WHO HAD A CONDESCENDING GRIN ON, "And you expect me to work for this guy? No, thank you. Besides, I refuse to work in London. And I'm already my own boss, I don't need to work to anyone. People work for me!"
"What?" My parents exclaimed.
I rolled my eyes, too annoyed to bother I'm explaining thoroughly. "You've never asked me, so don't blame me for keeping it from you. I tell you I'm constantly working, but you think I'm lying to stay away from you," I chuckled, "which I kind of am. But I have my own things. I wouldn't have so much money to spend on all the presents I bought if I didn't."
Mom and dad glared at my grandparents and they all avoided their eyes. "You knew?" Dad asked.
"Don't give us that, Harry," grandpa Christian, dad's father exclaimed. "If you paid attention on your daughter instead of being shameless biased towards Aaron, Beatrice, Cameron, Dean, and your in-laws, you would know what your daughter actually does."
Aaron gasped bitterly, "You can't say that, grandpa. None of the four of you can. You are all biased towards Elizabeth-Freya!"
Grandma Alice scoffed, "Of course, we are. Someone in the family had to be. And I love you, Aaron, but your sister is light years more capable and hardworking than the four of you together. So, don't give us that crap. She has our attention because she won that with her own efforts," and because I'm the cutest.
"Grandma Alice!" He yelled sulking.
"What? I'm being honest," she chuckled.
Iris held his hand when he was about to say something, and made a sign for him to stay shut. My older brother clenched his jaw and said nothing, but gave me a mean look.
I arched my eyebrows, "You are as intimidating as a golden retriever puppy, Aaron. And grandma didn't lie. I'm not only the most capable, hardworking, talented, and beautiful out of the five of us, as I'm also the most responsible. You all live with your partners and children in your parents house, mate. I live by myself since I was 15. We are different breeds."
To my dismay, Choi Jung-won giggled to that. "You really are condescending and narcissistic, aren't you?!"
"Rude asshole," I mumbled loud enough for him to hear, before finishing the main dish. And after sometime they brought the desserts, so I focused on the bowel of tiramisu in front of me, while I drank more of my wine.
Finally, the spotlight wasn't me, and they began talking about their boring work. I could feel Choi Jung-won's gaze burning my skin, but I ignored and focused solely on my food. I've been feeling suffocated since I first stapped inside and they saw a big part of my boobies.
This night had been extremely exhausting. So, when I was finally done eating, I drank one last glass of the wine and got up, walked around the table, kissed my grandparents foreheads, and bowed lightly to the asshole's two uncles and two aunties, since they had been very kind to me and I enjoyed talking to them.
I winked to Dean and Marie and left, all of that without saying a word. My entire soul was too tired for any of that. And all I could think about was how I wanted to be in Birmingham right now, calling one of my flings to come sleep with me because my body is burning for that, and that only.
It was playing How Villains Are Made by Madalen Duke inside the house, when I sat down in front of the mansion, untied my heels and held them in my hand. There's no way I'll go back to the lake house walking on these death traps. Ain't no way.
Then I went quietly on my feet, while holding my heels in my right hand, the end of my dress up with the left, and with my clutch hanging on my shoulder.
Unfortunately, the alcohol didn't help much with numbing my mind, my body, or my desires. I'm too good at holding my own with heavy drinks, so it's annoyingly hard for me to get drunk like Dean. The amount I drank tonight only makes me prone to speak my mind, and to have some difficulty filtering my feelings and what I want.
Like, if I was in a club, in this state, I would probably be going savage. Coming to the person I'm attracted to and kissing him, or already taking them to my home. But it's not like I do that weekly though. I'm not a hoe.
But I do go out at least twice per month, otherwise, staying sexually deprived for too long will mess with me, and I get kind of impulsive and will tend to overwork more to hold it all in. Just like I'm overworking these days. I need to keep my sanity in check.
"Freya," I heard him calling my name before I felt his hand wrapping around my right wrist and bringing me closer, making my head hit his chest and his fragrance invade my nostrils making all of my body wake up.
I gasped, "What the fuck? What… what are you doing here Choi Jung-won? Do you want to fight again?" It's hard to see anything at this hour, but the Christmas lights wrapped around all the trees in the villa helps it.
He seemed anxious and I could hear his heart racing like a bitch, which made it all seem even more dangerous. "Freya," he called me again, this time his voice sounded low and three tones deeper, spreading goosebumps down my spine.
My neck hurt as I had to look up to see his face, since my heels are in my hand and not in my feet. "What are you so tall for? Looking at you hurts my neck."
"Freya," he called again.
I took a deep breath, "What do you want?"
"Why are you like this?" What?
"Did you come here to ask me that?"
He seemed breathless, "No. I…" I noticed as he clenched his jaw and looked behind me, probably seeing that I was steps from the lake house, then back to my eyes. As his pupils expanded, I sensed the danger.
Gulping, I felt my heart almost coming out of my mouth for some reason I can't even phantom. And again, my eyes fell to his lips that look so much like Rhys's. "Choi Jung-won," I whispered.
His hand went to my face and he bought me closer, "Freya," he whispered, "I didn't come here to talk," then he did it.
Choi Jung-won slammed his lips on mine.