"How is she so sick?" Jungkook gritted his teeth. He was in a great mood this morning and just wanted to grab her and own her. But instead of Miss Assistant, there was an elderly woman at her desk who claimed that the little doll had taken a few days off because she was ill. "I have no idea, sir, Miss Yon is usually absent." the lady shrugged, and Jungkook motioned for her to leave him alone. So Miss Assistant, in addition to running away from him, would now be hiding. "Find me her address!" he ordered on the intercom, and the lady came in just a minute later, handing him a small slip of paper with an address. "Cancel my appointments by noon!" he ordered again and walked to the door. The little bitch would pay, damn it, how dare she avoid him!

It was not difficult for Jungkook to find her home. And right now, he was sitting in his car watching the front door of the house. Some of her neighbors walked past him, glancing curiously at the expensive sports car, but the tinted windows prevented the driver from being recognized. Jungkook looked at his watch, then at the door, and frowned. Her bastard fiancé had arrived at the same time as Jungkook, and twenty minutes later the other girl. These seemed to be glued together, and there were always three of them.
He lowered his head and closed his eyes, why not just kill him because he wanted this bastard to suffer! And why suffer, because just like that!
He raised his head abruptly and stared at the threesome, who left the house and headed for the bastard's car. The Miss Assistant was dressed in a wide anzung, her hair tied in a tousled bun high over her head and hanging in the bastard's arms.
Jungkook gritted his teeth, the sight not helping his imagination. He followed her closely, the other girl soothingly stroking her back. His eyebrow shot up as everyone stopped, and Miss's assistant began to sneeze, pressing a handkerchief to her nose.
She wiped her nose, then stretched like a string, pressed her hand to her mouth, and leaving them both, ran back into the house, pressing her belly. Jungkook squeezed the steering wheel hard, trying to get out of the car, but stopped. Why should he care that she's sick. He had only come to make sure she wasn't lying to him, hadn't he? Then why did he want to run to her and hold that silky hair while Miss Assistant vomited?

Rina felt like she had been hit by a train. Leaning on the toilet bowl, she pressed her stomach, which, despite her desire, had nothing more to get rid of. "Rina, are you okay?" Boram knocked on the door and she sighed. "I'm coming!" she shouted and stood up with difficulty. Her body was screaming and begging her to go back to bed, her head was drifting and she just wanted to sleep.
Rina rarely got sick, but when it happened, my God, she really knew how to get sick. "Come on, honey, we're going to the doctor," Boram continued, signaling that her grandmother was beside him. She rolled her eyes wearily and opened the door. "Okay, I said I was coming!" Rina snorted, and her grandmother stared at her in displeasure. She left herself in the hands of Boram, who led her to the door again, and he pressed her lightly soothingly.

"Thank you, it was a pleasure."Jungkook shook the man's hand against him, nodded a smile, and left. Jungkook leaned back in his chair and found himself thinking of Miss Assistant again. She had been gone for three days, why was she so sick?
Hell, he looked at his watch, he wasn't coming back to his office, and it was time for dinner, but he wasn't hungry after that meeting. He pulled out his phone and dialed. "Let's get drunk" he said simply, and hung up. Today he would drown his thoughts in alcohol! And who knows, maybe between a woman's legs. Although there had been no desire to do so lately.

His head rumbled as if someone were inflating dozens of horns, and he leaned his forehead against the elevator wall. He had to stay home! But no, he had stood up stubbornly, bathed, and now he would be staring at the sullen face of that old woman who replaced the Miss Assistant and always looked at him unhappily.
To his surprise, however, he was greeted by the elegant bow of Miss Assistant. She looked up at him and her eyes widened. "Sir, are you all right?" she asked, and damn it, he was sure she was really worried about him!
Jungkook stumbled over her for a moment, then his body just reacted, he took a big step, his arms wrapped around her and his lips pressed into hers. She tried to pull away, of course, but he just pressed her harder. "Sir ..." her breath caught and his tongue shot into her mouth. Like last time, her struggle quickly subsided, her body surrendered, and she moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Jungkook pressed her to her desk, twisting her back. Rina shivered in his arms, and he smiled, breaking away from her lips.
"I see you're fine now, Miss Assistant!" he growled, and she blinked in confusion. Her distracted gaze fixed on his, and she licked her lips so seductively that Jungkook couldn't resist and bent down again.
"Not here and not now, Miss Assistant!" he licked her lips slightly and released her. Rina swayed, and her arms sought support in his shoulders as he straightened her. She blinked, trying to gather her thoughts, and he smiled arrogantly and turned to his office.
"I ..." he  stopped and looked at her questioningly. "I'm leaving, sir" she whispered, looking down, trying to hide her flushed face. Her heart was pounding and her breathing was refusing to recover.
"Are you leaving work?" he asked, and she nodded, pressing her hand to her chest. "Why?" Jungkook felt his headache increase rapidly. The little doll had just responded to his kiss with unbearably sweet passion, and now she was informing him that she was leaving. Damn him if he let it!
"I ... I can't do this anymore, sir." She looked down and folded her arms in front of her, as if someone were arguing with her. "This?" he asked again, and she nodded. "What is this, Miss Assistant?" he asked again. "This ..." he smirked as she raised her hand and touched her lips. "You mean that?" he stood in front of her again, lifted her face, and pressed his lips to hers again, this time gently and slowly, and she sighed. "You're not going anywhere, Miss Assistant!" he growled, and she moaned helplessly.