Some days, I hate when Jumin's right. Although, I will admit my boyfriend has taste. And damn, I look good in purple. I was draped in a deep amethyst chiffon and an even more gorgeous man on my hip. To think, I was going to intern at a law firm. And miss out on Jumin Han wrapped around my little finger? Not a chance. When I had walked out of the store with a garment bag in one hand and Jumin's credit card in the other, Jumin had me change right in the car. He couldn't let it be a surprise. Because if there was one thing Jumin hated, it's a surprise. However, I still had him drooling. Good for you, MC. I'm proud of you.

When we pulled up to the restaurant, Jumin got out first. Then, he offered me his hand. Almost as if he was proud to have me. It's weird. My ex-boyfriend was more obsessed with himself than he was with me. He hardly gave me the time of day. Maybe that's why I didn't really like Zen when we first met. I've already met one self-obsessed asshole. I didn't need another one. But Jumin...Jumin didn't hesitate to show me off in public. Within reason. We still needed to fly under the radar. I mean, I could come up with just about any excuse for Jaehee. If she finds out about tonight, we just ran into each other. Jin told me to meet him here and unfortunately, he had to cancel. Jumin, being the secret gentleman he is, wasn't going to let me go home hungry. Or worse, eat alone.

"You know, MC," Jumin leaned over, purring in my ear, making me feel like the only girl in the world, "You really are very beautiful tonight."

"Thank you," I blushed a little, hiding my face in his shoulder.

"No, no, no," he lifted my chin, "You should know better than to hide that from me. It's practically criminal."

"I'm sorry," I bit my lip. How did he do that?

"Come on," Jumin kissed my cheek, "I'm sure you're hungry. I haven't fed you since this morning."

"Yeah," I nodded, "I could eat."

"Good."

All it would've taken was me saying yes to the law firm. In hindsight, it's crazy to imagine my life without C&R. It's become such a permanent fixture in my life. And Jumin, too. Now that we've gotten a routine down (with mild changes once in a while. Jumin likes to keep me on my toes), things were great with us. And I couldn't ask for anything more. It'd be too selfish of me. Then again, I remember Jumin telling me to be as greedy with him as I wanted. Although, I knew better than to abuse it.

After some light conversation and a couple glasses of wine, food finally came. Thank God. Don't eat like you're starving, MC. I made the mistake of doing that in front of Jumin once. I've never seen such a strange combination of disgust and heartache on that man's face. I will say this, though. The promise of shrimp fettuccine with a roasted red pepper sauce would make it way too hard not to eat like I'm starving. Sweet Jesus, this looked incredible.

"Jumin?" With one word. One word was all it took. And my night with my boyfriend began to crumble. One word from a strikingly beautiful woman. Dark, sparkling eyes. A plunging neckline. She was on the prowl. There was no doubt in my mind.

"Hello, Sara," Jumin smiled, a glint in his eye. Hold the phone. What the hell? Sara? Who the hell was this chick? "How are you?"

"I'm doing well," she sat at our table, completely blowing me off in attempts of seducing the man in front of me, "How are you?"

"I'm fine," he zoned in on her. What the hell? I guess I'm not here anymore, "What brings you here?"

"What?" Sara gave him that fake pout that turned all men into jelly, "A girl's not entitled to get a little hungry?"

"I suppose." And Jumin was eating it up. Even he wasn't an exception to that. What the actual hell was going on here? "You really shouldn't skip meals, Sara. It's bad for your health."

"Hi," I chimed in.

"Hello," Sara responded curtly, giving off that air of arrogance. Then, she took Jumin's hand and poured him another glass of wine, "So, Jumin...What do you have going on later tonight? I could stand some fun. And who better to accompany me than you?"

"Excuse me," I snapped, getting up from the table, ready to stab a bitch. If my knife wasn't out of reach, I probably would have. Instead, I made a beeline for the door.

What was this bitch's deal? It wasn't even her that bothered me anymore. It was Jumin. She's openly hitting on him while I'm sitting right there? Don't tell me I don't have every right to be pissed. Because I do. And this Sara bitch was doing it for the thrill of the hunt. She knew I was sitting there. Anyone could see that we were in the middle of a nice date. But heaven forbid I have a night out with Jumin in the open that doesn't turn to complete shit.

Although...Maybe this was the part where I realize he's too good for me and let him go. Don't get me wrong. I love Jumin. I love him so much. And I'd hate to go back to the way things were. But if I have to, I will. Maybe that's why he's been more affectionate today than usual. Is he trying to break it off without hurting my feelings? Because introducing another woman like that wasn't exactly giving me a case of the warm and fuzzies. I could smell the old money on her. Or at least, she wanted people to think she smelled like old money.

And God knows I didn't come from a high pedigree. She probably did. And she's probably a much more suitable match for someone like Jumin. I mean…Every move she made had Jumin completely enthralled. His attention was unwavering. And she put an instant smile on his face. I don't understand. I thought Jumin didn't do that with people. From what I understand, he's a total robot unless he's around me. Then, he's…Just like he is with her.

What do I do? I guess I could just call a cab and head back to my place. Or if I'm really in a mood, I could go to Seven's. I'm sure his heavily secured door is unlocked. He said it always would be to me. Honestly, I could stand a drink. Something a little stronger than wine. But wouldn't that make me a cliché? I get pissed off at the boyfriend (if that's even what he still is to me anymore) and drink my problems? That'd lead to a nasty hangover I didn't need. One this week was plenty. I didn't need another one.

"MC…?" Speak of the devil. Look who cared enough to find me.

"What?" I hadn't calmed down much.

"Are you ok?" Jumin asked, not knowing what kind of death warrant he just signed for himself.

"I'm fine," I said bluntly, a hint of acidity in my voice, "What about you? You shouldn't keep Sara waiting."

"No," he decided, "I figured we'd go home instead."

"Fine." I'd be there long enough to get what I had left there and go straight home. With a possible detour to Seven's house. Sneak out when Jumin's not looking. The entire car ride back to his penthouse was dead silent. Nothing but the sounds of the tires on the wet road. I wonder how long this could go on for.

"MC," Jumin finally spoke, "Please. Say something."

"No," I stood my ground, keeping my mouth shut. He brought this on himself.

"You said you were fine when we left," he pointed out.

"God," I rolled my eyes, "You really can be just a pretty face, can't you?"

"Forgive me for wanting to believe that was true," Jumin sighed out, "Then, talk to me, MC. Please. Tell me what happened."

"Not now," I stared out the window, watching Jumin's building come closer, "If you want to talk so bad, why didn't you go out with Sara tonight? She was more than willing to agree to something like that. And if you're lucky, she'd probably put out on the first date, too."

"MC," he tried stopping me, but as soon as the car stopped, I was already out the door and on my way up. Jumin caught me in the elevator, though. He cupped my face in his hand, remembering I existed, "Is Sara really what's bothering you?"

"Yes, Jumin!" I slapped his hand away, "She knew you weren't sitting there alone. Even an idiot could tell we were on a date. And you sure as hell weren't helping."

"Let me explain," Jumin took that same hand, kissing its knuckles, "She's the daughter of one of my father's clients. I have no doubt in my mind that he found out where my reservations were tonight and sent her. I have to be nice to her."

"You were awfully nice to her, Jumin," I stepped out of the elevator with him following close behind. I punched in the numbers on his security system and pushed the door open, "I'm going to bed."

"I suppose so," he agreed, "We'll sleep this off and talk about it in the…"

"No," I cut him off, stopping him at the bedroom, "I'm going to bed. I'm not in the mood to deal with this, Jumin. I'm going to bed. By myself."

I shut the door in his face and curled up on his bed. A little bit of sleep and I should be right as rain. Without wanting to kill Jumin. Maybe he'll realize that this whole ownership thing he has over me is a two-way street. I know who I go home to at the end of the day. During the week, it may be Apollo and Yoosung, but once the weekend hits, I'm his. And he's mine. I don't care if she's some chick that happened to come out of one of his dad's business contacts. That doesn't give him the right to openly flirt back with her.

It took me a minute to realize I had Elizabeth III on the bed with me. If that's not adding insult to injury. It's good to know you have a favorite, Elizabeth. She rubbed her face on mine, doing her best to offer what little comfort she could. You don't like that Mommy and Daddy are fighting, do you, baby? It'll be ok. Mommy just needs some time to cool off.

A little while later, I heard the bedroom door creak open and a little light from the hall poured into the dark. Elizabeth stayed in my arms. Good girl. I see who you're siding with, "MC…? Are you awake?"

"Yeah…" I spoke softly, "I'm awake."

"Can I come in?" he asked, "Since this is my house?"

"Yeah," I wasn't going to argue with his logic. Whether or not I wanted him on the bed still remained a mystery.

Jumin sat on the edge of the bed and stretched his arm out to me, "Come here, princess."

Slowly, but surely, I let my jealousy go and inched toward Jumin, "What do you want?"

"For you to relax," he kissed the top of my head, "And I know one surefire way of that happening."

"Do tell." Jumin started pulling down the zipper on my dress and immediately, I jerked back, "Don't you think you're getting any tonight. I am in no mood."

"Sex wasn't my intention," he assured, "Just…Trust me."

Reluctantly, I let him continue, "Alright."

His cold hands trailed down my spine and he slid the straps off my shoulders. Then, in one fell swoop, Jumin scooped me up in his arms and stood me in the mirror, "Do you know what I see in this mirror?"

"Me in nothing but my bra and panties?"

"Deeper than that," Jumin wrapped his arms around me, "I'm a very particular man, MC. There aren't many people in this world that I even like. However, I can make anyone think I like them. But then, there's you. The little girl that vexes me so. My little girl. I love you, MC. And only you. I can't fake that. And there's no one in this world that I want more than you. I'm sorry that you had to see me fake my way through kindness. In all honesty, Sara drives me nuts. She's been after me for so long. I'm not surprised my father sent her."

"Did he really?" I asked.

"Probably," he and I sat on the floor in front of the bedroom mirror, "He wants me to be more like him. The ever-popular playboy. But I can't do that. Polyamory isn't for me. That's his bed. I'd rather not go near that bed. He doesn't even know I'm seeing someone. The only ones at the office that have any clue are you and Assistant Kang. If I wasn't seeing you, Assistant Kang would be the only one to know."

"Your dad doesn't know about us?"

"No," Jumin shook his head, "And if I have my way, he won't find out unless we get married. Or you get pregnant."

"Why not?" I wondered.

"I don't want to lose you," he held me tight against his chest, "My father's brand of charm is what got him to where he is today. I don't ever want you falling victim to that. And he's not exactly the type to take no for an answer."

"So, stay away from Mr. Chairman?"

"Like he has the plague," Jumin chuckled a little, kissing my cheek, "So, can you forgive me for faking my charms for the sake of business?"

"I can't say that I liked it," I prefaced, nuzzling my face in his shoulder, "But I may have overreacted a little."

"Jealousy is kind of cute look on you, MC," he smirked.

"You're still not getting any tonight," I stood my ground.

"I understand," Jumin let it go, running his fingers down the backs of my bare arms, "You think I could come sleep with you tonight?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "You've spoiled me, Jumin. I don't like sleeping alone anymore."

"Me either," he scooped me up in his arms and brought me back to bed, "Don't get me wrong. Elizabeth III is nice, but she's…I don't know. She's not you."

"I know what you mean," I admitted, curling up under the blankets, "I'm the same way with Apollo. And Apollo's a big boy."

Jumin stripped down to his boxers and climbed in next to me, bringing me back to his embrace, "I love you, MC."

"I love you, too," I laid my head on his chest, letting his heartbeat lull me to sleep.

A/N: I wanted a jealous MC. I wanted a jealous MC so bad. We've had Jumin all pissy because of MC with Yoosung and even Seven a little. And we all know Jumin uses his charms and his good looks to his advantage. Like he told MC. If he had a nickel for every time he used his good looks to seal a deal, he'd be able to double his net worth. And now, she got to see that firsthand. We'll call that being greedy with Jumin. She wants him all to herself. And honestly, I can't blame her. Now, it's been a long day for me. I'm tired. And I need more tea. See you next chapter! xx