Yn's pov:-

The next few days, I was being treated like a princess. Though the treatment was highly personal and was meant to pamper me and quite possibly make me forget certain incidents, I like the first few times when the breakfast would be brought into the room by a maid, the bed would be made and Jungkook would remind me of his presence before he left for his work.

Sometimes it would be a kiss on my mouth while I slept. Sometimes it would be a bit more harsher. Eating my kitty to wake me up, for example.

The only good part of waking up to Jungkook licking and groping my sex with his mouth was I got to wake up to an amazing orgasm that lasted throughout the early parts of the day and it'd be dishonest of me if I said I didn't love that part.

I absolutely loved the waves of pleasure that woke me up from my slumber.

But as much as I liked it, it became boring after a while. It became boring just to sit in the sun room and gossip with Sarah and Ariana. Ariana along with Eunwoo and the kids left for London two days ago and that's when it got more boring.

There won't be any life in the house with no screaming and pranks of Aless. There would be no laughs.

Diego had planned to take Sarah somewhere for a little vacation before Christmas and so they left the country early noon yesterday leaving me drowning myself in utter boredom.

It was past lunch time and I was sitting on one of the garden benches under a huge Lychee tree. It was the only tree with leaves in the garden and it provided some warmth.

I pulled my Cardigan tighter around myself as I rubbed my arms. I was bored, alright...and I had nothing to do.

All that kept buzzing around my head was the conversation I had with papa a couple of weeks ago. At some point, I had almost forgotten about it, until two days back when I was in Papa's room, tidying up things after his departure to Italy.

His room lacked the touch of a female and was as bland as a man's bedroom can be apart from the picture of his wife on his bedside table.

The files and papers that he worked on were haphazardly placed on his table, tea cups and plates littered on top of them.

Let's just say, I had a lot of work to do that morning and seriously, it was almost unwinding. I felt like my muscles were almost rusted.

After I took out the dirty dishes and made his bed, vacuumed the carpet and dusted the window, I was almost tired.

Lastly, I started to work on the papers that were scattered over the table. Honestly I didn't have any intention to touch the papers, they might be important for I could tell, but I was tired and turned on the ceiling fan cause the room doesn't have an air-conditioner.

The papers went flying all over the room and so cursing and whatever, I had to pick the papers up and arrange them. After turning off the fan, of course.

Well...my silent brainstorming started after I had arranged the papers into a neat pile. After cleaning up the mess I had created, I tried all the desk drawers to put the loose papers in. All but the bottom drawer was locked.

So out of necessity I pulled the drawer open and stuffed the papers in. My natural reflex would be to close the drawer but the envelope addressed in bright green ink caught my eyes, I skimmed through the writing and the name it was addressed to.

The envelope said Luciano De'Jeon followed by the address of this house but what caught my eyes was the letter had come over air-mail from Italy...from Mariano DiAngelo.

Mariano...Mariano... Mariano DiAngelo.

The letter was dated recently.

I frowned, taking the letter in my hand and several more appeared underneath.

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But papa said...

He said he hadn't heard of Mariano since he left for Italy.

But he gets letters from him...every now and then, what it looks like.

Why would he lie to me about my father? Why would he not want me to meet him?

It's not like I was going after him anyway...but why would he hide the fact that he and father were still in touch.

He never stopped contacting my father. He always knew where he was...and he lied to me.

Why would he do that?

The sound of the door opening makes me jump. I quickly shove the letters in the drawer and close it with a thud before Jungkook appears.

"What are you doing here?" He asked a slight hint of annoyance mixed with anger gripping the edge of his voice.

"Uh...just -er- tidying things up." I stammer getting up and pulling my now loose hair into a handknot.

"Okay." He frowns.

Maybe he's deciding if it's the truth.

"Are you done, yet?" He asks, still frowning.

"Yeah." I say quicker than I should as I pick up the broom lying next to me and give the carpet one last brushing before putting the dust in a pan.

"I still have to wipe the floor." I mumble to myself.

"You haven't had food yet." He says, still not buying my answers.

"Yeah. I was hungry." I mumble getting up from the floor and looking at him.

All in his grey-white glory Jungkook stands on the doorway with a frown on his face.

"Are you sure you're done?" He asks once again as I face him, a fake smile plastered on my face.

I have a guess that if this man here knows that I have been snooping around in his papa's room, God'll only know the result of what'll happen to me.

I smile at him brightly and ask "How was the meeting?"

"It was alright."

"Did you make the deal?" I turn and gather the things that I brought here.

"Yeah, we did." He sighs. "Now, come, I want to feed you."

And that's what had been going around in my head.

Mariano DiAngelo.

My father. And why had he left America and why was he in Italy.

Why never in my twenty years of life did he come to see me, at least once?

And why would papa lie to me?

And so now in this chilly weather I couldn't help but feel the warmth rushing all over me, with an absurd plan.

The plotting of my plan was easier then I thought it to be, especially Jungkook being at his office and the house empty for some maids here and there.

My first errand was to find those letters again in papa's room, so two evenings after I got my master idea I strolled casually to papa's room and locked the door from the inside.

I copied the address the letter came from though my hand itched to open the flap of the envelope and read what is written inside, I subdued the urge to do so cause it was literally double standard to read someone's letters.

So just like I had come, I left pausing to enjoy the view and air through the grand balcony at the end of that corridor that overviews the garden on the rare side.

It was particularly cold today and Jungkook was back before dinner. We had a little moment before I got down to make dinner and we ate at the kitchen table talking about his day and mine.

My only motive now was to find out the way to go to Italy and so far I could see, I had two options.

I. I can ask nicely to Jungkook who I know will throw a fit like a bratty toddler.

II. Sneak out of the house, past hundreds of mafia men with armed guns and no money in my God forsaken pockets.

"I was wondering if I could go down to the whorehouse where I stayed." I asked Jungkook once we finished showering and while he was brushing his teeth.

He finished brushing and wiped his mouth with a small towel. "Why?"

"Uh...I have some things I'd like to have, and something that belongs to my mum..." I look at him with a sad smile.

It was not really a part of my plan though but I really wanted to have my mum's things. I doubt if they still have them.

And also while being in that house, I could find a little bit more closure from my mother's things, maybe I can find a contact number or something like that.

You don't have a phone. My inner girl points out.

I shrug.

"When do you want to go?" He pulls me to him by my waist. My hands lay flat on his naked chest as eyes look deeply into his.

"Whenever you can take me..." I tail off, my mouth instantly finds a spot somewhere between his shoulder and neck and I immediately latch on. Gently kissing sucking and nibbling on the flesh.

He gives a grunt before picking my up, I wrap my arms around his waist as he carries me to bed.

We make out till mining and then I drop into slumber before Jungkook .

I could feel soft kisses over my face. I hummed.

"I'm leaving, baby." Jungkook said before kissing my lips softly. "Be good, won't you?"

"Hmm." I replied opening my eyes a little. He looked exceptionally edible with a black button down and a leather jacket over it, hovering over me. "You look good." I mumble in my sleepy voice.

"All yours, baby girl." He chuckles humorously.

"Mine." I grinded before I got up to place a wet kiss to his mouth that he replied with his own.

After Jungkook left, I made breakfast and ate. watched peppa-pig on YouTube that the TV has and then cleaned the windows in the corridor cause let's face it, I had nothing better to do.

After lunch, I was back in the room. My head was working almost at the speed of a snail.

The only thing I had by far is my father's address.

Why do I even want to see him? A tiny part of my brain reasoned.

Is he the right person for me to meet right now cause...as far as papa told me, that he knew he a child and Mariano loved my mother, but that still doesn't make sense why would papa lie to me about him?

And secondly what kind of father leaves his own kid after knowing about her existence and doesn't even look for her? In twenty years makes no attempt to contact her?

The kind that doesn't care...replied that voice in my head. And maybe you shouldn't too.

Right now you have everything... Look at it.

Jungkook as much as dominating as he is...you've got him. He gives you evey thing a girl could ever dream of. And what if this plan ruins everything? What if it ruins the connection you have with Jungkook ? Says the voice in my head.

True. I reason. But what about the truth? Why my mama never told me about my father? Why was he always ignored upon asking questions? Why would papa lie to me about my father's existence, that he didn't know where he was anymore when clearly they were still in touch?

And most of all why ever would my father, the man who created me, and the man who knew about me won't even try to contact me? What kind of love did my mama and my father had that he didn't show up when she was buried?

So what? Now you want to go to Italy? To find out the truth? To find out your father who never cared. You want to find out why? You want to ask him why he never looked for you? Why wasn't he there in your mama's funeral? Why should you care if he didn't? The voice said again.

The rational part of me was right but my emotional part was too.

I was now torn between the two halves of me. It was painful and I couldn't decide.

Going to Italy on my own could ruin everything. But not going meant I'd never fund any kind of closure to my family.

Why was it so important anyway? The rational part of me asks. You never gave a thought about it till papa told you about Mariano.

I sigh. It's not wrong. But it's not right either.

The door opens making me turn my head toward the doorway.

Jungkook had an office bag in his grip. Wearing a black button down and black ripped jeans paired with a brown over coat over his leather jacket literally made me drivel.

"You're back early." I say excitedly as I sit up on my hunches.

"I am." He says as he leans over the bed to kiss me, I kiss him back with cosmic enthusiasm. My hands go around his neck as I try to pull him closer to me, desperate to close the distance in between.

He pulls out making me whimper.

"Thought you wanted to go collet your mother's things." He says with a smirk in hi lips as he sits down on the edge of the bed taking off his boots.

"I want to...but not now." I say.

"Just tell me when you want to go okay?" He says taking of his coat.

"Sì." I mumbled, drawing haphazard patterns in the bedsheets.

I wonder if we'll really work out. He wasn't being clear about our relationship status anyway. But what we have gives me a little hope that may be...it can work out.

"Yn?" I hear him sigh.

"Hmm?"

"Where are you, I asked what you wanted to do now?"

"I want you." I blurt out, unable to think anything that what will happen if I try to leave on my own...will he never take me back if I leave?

Will I want to come back once I've had the taste of freedom?

"What?" Jungkook asks.

"I want you. Take me." I answer.

(TO BE CONTINUED)