Chapter 25

Starting that very night, everything was about Tiffany. Her eyes, smile, the way her hair fell down her shoulders, the way she stare in anger & shouted fiercely at him, yet looking amazingly beautiful at the same time. He was afraid of his feelings as he had fallen in love with his enemy & before they both realized it, they started to know each other & got along perfectly at the asian lawyer conference in France. Life was good, especially when Tiffany filled his lonely heart & he started to sneak around her, acting as a stalker, spending his afternoon at the cafe in front of her flower shop just to see her every day. From the hazy window glass, he could see Tiffany smiling at her customers; however, she couldn’t see him back. That’s great. He could see her trying hard to satisfy her customers. Every time she smiled at them, he smiled. Every time she laughed, he grinned but every time she bit her lips, getting complaints from the customers, his heart bleed.

He sent her many gifts anonymously, waiting for her reaction. However, she had mistaken his gifts as Yoochun’s gifts, ‘Damn!’ He swore, under his breath. With Park Yoochun in the frame, he couldn’t bring himself to declare his feelings for her. He had watched desperately how Yoochun had set his eyes on Tiffany. He had watched the way Yoochun looked at her in the eyes, the way Yoochun held her hands, the way Yoochun teases her & the way Yoochun made her laugh. It wasn’t a gesture an ordinary friend would do & he had lost again, to Park Yoochun. Jaejoong groaned inside his heart.

His eyes stared at the lovely woman in front of him for a few seconds. Then he buried his head into his hand, sighing heavily.

There she was. The woman he loved. His beautiful, beloved Tiffany Hwang but now, she was laughing happily with his rival without noticing the people surround her. He took in a deep breath & thought of all the times in his life when he had known that what his next step might change the future. The time he had walked his way into law school & then into the court. Turning points in his life, all of them but nothing compared to this.

If he lost Tiffany, he lost everything. He knew it & then he trapped her with a legal document to save her mother’s flower shop from bankruptcy.

*Flashback*

“Is there any choice for me?” She stared at him in tears, “I’m a loser. I’ll do anything as long as I could get my mother’s shop back.”

Hands in his pockets, Jaejoong looked at her, breathing hard. His heart was pounding hard. Their eyes met & something deep inside his gut knotted.

“We will be living together for eight days & I have a schedule of asian lawyers association meeting for two days in France on March 10-11. I want you to come with me as my partner. My lover, to put it bluntly. In other days, you take care of my needs but I have to say this clearly to you.” He paused, staring at her deeply, “I’m not pursuing you. Clear? However, in front of my business colleagues & friends, you have to do your best to convince them that we’re madly in love. So, you’re my mistress for a week. I can’t imagine you’ll find it difficult. After all, dad & you have shared a bed.”

His offer had the opposite effect to that he had been striving for. Tiffany, her body rigid, shot bolt upright. Her b eyes were awash with agitated anguish.

“You’re broke, you need a bundle of cash to save your shop & you don’t know how to get it. You have no other choice.” His voice was firm, utterly emotionless even though his heart screamed out in protests.

Her glance automatically dropped. She couldn’t bear that. She couldn’t. However, like he said, she had no other choice. Her only alternative was to follow his game.

When she managed to wrench her gaze back up, there were some time lapse there. Jaejoong was watching her with a pleased, knowing expression in his eyes that only served to increase the hot flow of blood to her cheeks. Anger & blush.

“Tell me precisely what will I get from this insulting agreement?”

Jaejoong raised one brow, “You’ll get your flower shop back, plus the interest & I.” He turned his head to look at the view outside the window, hiding his mixed emotion, “I’ll forget what had happened between us. We won’t see each other again. I will leave you alone.” He said softly, with a thick voice. Taking a piece of paper from his desk out, he said, “Here is the document of our agreement. You can r