Chapter 25

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

Hey everyone! Just a quick heads-up. The next section of this chapter contains a detailed and explicit sexual scene between Jennie and Lisa. If you’d prefer to skip that content, I’ll leave a clear space below, and the story will pick up again with a JENNIE POV section marked at the bottom. Just scroll down past the space to continue with the plot!

LISA POV:

Lisa’s mouth was still on her, and the world had narrowed to that single, searing point of contact. Jennie’s back was a tight arch, her fingers clutching at Lisa’s shoulders like she was the only solid thing in a spinning room. 

Lisa lifted her head, her lips glistening. In the moonlight, her expression was fierce, focused. Not the smirk of a rival scoring a point, not the cool mask she wore in board meetings. This was something primal, something *hungry* that had been simmering beneath all their arguments and tense silences for months.

“Tell me what you want, Jen,” Lisa growled, her voice rough. It wasn’t a smooth request. It was a challenge. The same kind of challenge she’d throw down across a negotiation table, but now the stakes were her skin, her breath, the frantic beat of Jennie’s heart under her palm.

Jennie’s mind, usually so sharp, so full of plans and counter-plans, was just white noise. All she had was feeling. The ache between her legs was a throbbing, insistent thing, and Lisa’s weight on top of her was the only answer that made sense.

“You,” Jennie gasped out, the word torn from her. It was the truest, most dangerous thing she’d said all night. More true than any clause in their marriage contract. “I want *you*, Lisa. God, just… stop making me say it.”

A dark, triumphant heat flashed in Lisa’s eyes. Hearing Jennie Kim, the ice princess who’d fought her on everything from paint colors to pre-nups, beg for her… it was the ultimate victory. And it had nothing to do with business.

“Since you asked so nice,” Lisa murmured, her voice dropping to a low, intimate rasp.

Her hand, which had been burning a path across Jennie’s stomach, finally slid lower. Past the curve of her hip. Jennie’s whole body tensed, a sharp intake of breath whistling between her teeth.

Lisa’s fingers were there, *right* there, not pushing, just resting. The heat was incredible. Jennie could feel the slight tremor in Lisa’s touch. The great Lisa, always so in control, was shaking. For her.

“Look at me,” Lisa whispered again.

Jennie forced her eyes open. She’d squeezed them shut without realizing. Lisa’s face was right above hers, so close their noses almost touched. Her gaze was locked on Jennie’s, unwavering, as her middle finger slowly, so slowly, began to stroke her. A gentle, searching slide through her wetness.

“Oh… *fuck*,” Jennie choked out. Her hips jerked off the bed, trying to chase the pressure. It was too much and not enough all at once. Her head thrashed side to side on the pillow.

“That’s it,” Lisa breathed, her own breath coming fast. She watched Jennie’s face like it was the most fascinating thing she’d ever seen. Every flinch, every gasp, every helpless roll of her hips. “Let go, Jennie. Just let go for me.”

She added a second finger, the stretch a perfect, burning fullness that made Jennie cry out. Lisa’s rhythm started then, a deep, steady push and pull that matched the frantic beat of Jennie’s heart. It wasn’t fancy. It was thorough. It was *real*. Each stroke rubbed against a spot inside her that made lights burst behind her eyelids.

“Lisa… Lisa, I…” Jennie babbled, her words dissolving into moans. She was clinging to Lisa now, her legs wrapped tight around her waist, her heels digging into the small of Lisa’s back. The linen of Lisa’s trousers was rough against her inner thighs, a gritty, amazing contrast to the soft, slick feeling building inside her.

Lisa bent her head, capturing Jennie’s mouth in a sloppy, breathless kiss, swallowing her sounds. She could feel Jennie tightening around her fingers, her body coiling like a spring. Lisa’s own control was fraying. The feel of Jennie, so hot and wet and *hers*, was driving her crazy. She pumped her fingers faster, curling them just right, her thumb finding the swollen bud at her center and pressing down in a firm, circular motion.

That did it.

Jennie’s entire world shattered. A broken, sobbing scream was torn from her throat, muffled by Lisa’s mouth. Her body bowed off the bed, back straining, as waves of pure, white-hot pleasure crashed through her, relentless and shocking. She shook, trembling violently under Lisa, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around Lisa’s fingers, pulling her deeper.

Lisa held her through it, her movements gentling, drawing out every last shuddering pulse until Jennie collapsed back onto the sheets, completely spent. She was a boneless, trembling mess, her chest heaving, sweat making her skin glow in the moonlight.

For a long moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing. Lisa slowly, carefully, withdrew her fingers. She brought her hand up, her eyes dark as she looked at the glistening wetness there. Then she looked back at Jennie’s wrecked, beautiful face.

Without a word, she lifted her fingers to her own mouth and slowly sucked them clean, her eyes never leaving Jennie’s.

The act was so filthy, so possessive, it sent a fresh jolt of heat straight through Jennie’s exhausted system. She stared, her mouth falling open slightly.

Lisa gave her that infuriating, knowing half-smile. The one that usually meant she’d won an argument. “You taste so good” she said, her voice hoarse.

Jennie was too stunned, too overwhelmed to even fire back. She just lay there, trying to remember how to breathe. The aftershocks were still tingling through her limbs.

Lisa shifted above her, her own need clearly urgent. She was still fully dressed i her shirt hanging open. Her own need was a hot, undeniable pressure against Jennie’s thigh. Lisa’s jaw was clenched, a muscle ticking in her cheek as she fought for control..

Seeing it—seeing *Lisa* brought to the edge like this because of *her*—woke something up in Jennie. A new, bold confidence surged through the haze of her orgasm.

Her hand, which had been lying limp on the sheet, moved. She slid it down Lisa’s stomach, over the open shirt, past the waistband of her linen trousers. Her fingertips brushed through soft, damp curls, and lower, finding the slick, swollen heat between Lisa’s legs.

Lisa hissed, her hips jerking forward involuntarily. “Jennie…”

“My turn,” Jennie whispered, her voice scratchy but sure. Her fingers explored, learning the feel of her, so wet and hot. She slid a finger inside, and Lisa’s head dropped back with a choked-off groan. 

Fuck… your hands…” Lisa gritted out, her body trembling.

Jennie began to move her hand, a slow, tentative rhythm. She felt powerful. The great Lisa Manoban, brought low by her touch. She curled her finger, finding a spot that made Lisa’s breath saw in and out of her lungs.

“Is this why you argued with me all the time?” Jennie breathed into her ear, a new, teasing edge in her voice. “Just to get me this pissed off? This hot for you?”

Lisa let out a choked laugh that turned into a moan. “Maybe. Worked, didn’t it?”

It had. God, it had. Jennie added a second finger, the stretch making Lisa cry out. She set a faster pace, her thumb circling the tight, sensitive bud above her thrusting fingers. Lisa was panting now, her hips rolling in a frantic, desperate rhythm against Jennie’s hand. The cool, controlled facade was completely gone. She was just a raw, desperate need.

“Jen… I’m not gonna last,” Lisa warned, her voice tight and thready with strain.

“Then don’t,” Jennie commanded softly. She shifted, guiding Lisa’s hips, urging her to grind down harder against her hand. “Don’t hold back. Not with me. Not tonight.”

The permission, the sheer want in Jennie’s voice, broke the last of Lisa’s control. With a guttural sound that was half-growl, half-prayer, Lisa’s body went rigid. She buried her face in Jennie’s neck, a sharp, broken cry escaping as she came, shuddering violently against Jennie’s hand, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around Jennie’s fingers.

Jennie held her through it, gentling her movements until the last tremors subsided. Lisa collapsed on top of her, a sweaty, breathless weight, her face still hidden in the crook of Jennie’s neck.

For a long moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing. Slowly, carefully, Jennie withdrew her hand. She brought it up, her own eyes wide in the dark as she felt the wetness there. Then she looked at the top of Lisa’s head, her blonde hair sticking to her damp forehead.

Without a word, she lifted her fingers to her own mouth and slowly sucked them clean.

Lisa lifted her head just enough to see. The act was so filthy, so possessive, it made a fresh, hot spark ignite in Lisa’s spent body. She stared, her dark eyes blown wide.

Jennie gave her a slow, satisfied smile. The ice queen was gone. In her place was someone new. Someone dangerous. “Tastes like winning,” she whispered.

Lisa let out a weak, stunned laugh. She was too wrecked to even fire back. She just rolled off to the side, pulling Jennie with her so they were facing each other. They lay tangled together, a sweaty, breathless mess of limbs, the only sound their gradually slowing heartbeats.

The cool night air from the window finally registered on their overheated skin. Lisa’s arm was a heavy, possessive weight around Jennie’s waist.

Jennie’s mind, which had been blissfully silent, began to flicker back online. The reality of what they’d just done—the broken rules, the incinerated contract—started to creep in at the edges of her consciousness. She opened her mouth, maybe to say something, maybe to ask ‘what now?’, but she didn’t get the chance.

Lisa, her eyes already closed, her breathing deepening, pulled her closer. Her nose nuzzled into Jennie’s hair.

“Go to sleep, Kim,” Lisa mumbled, her voice slurred with exhaustion and satisfaction. “We can fight about it in the morning.”

And with a final, soft sigh, Lisa was out, her body going heavy and relaxed against Jennie’s.

Jennie lay there, stunned, wrapped in the heat of Lisa’s body and the scent of sex and sandalwood. The ‘arranged marriage’ contract was a pile of ashes at the foot of the bed. The fake relationship was officially, completely over.

What was left in its place, here in the tangled sheets, felt terrifyingly, impossibly real.

She stared at Lisa’s sleeping face, softer now, all the sharp edges smoothed away. The rival. The negotiator. The wife she never wanted.

Hers.

With that terrifying, exhilarating thought echoing in her head, Jennie finally let her eyes close, and for the first time in months, slept deeply.

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[JENNIE POV RESUMES HERE]

The next morning, the bright sunlight woke Jennie up. The sun spilled across the massive white bed, making the whole room look very bright and quiet.

Jennie opened her eyes slowly. Her body felt warm and completely relaxed. For a second, her brain tried to switch back into her normal morning routine. She tried to think about her big company, the business meetings, and the work she had to do.

But then she felt a steady, heavy weight resting over her waist.

Jennie looked down. Lisa’s long arm was wrapped tightly around her middle, holding her close even while sleeping. Jennie moved softly, turning her head on the soft pillow to look beside her.

Lisa was lying right there, fast asleep. Without her sharp boots and cool jackets, Lisa looked completely different. Her hair was a messy, soft pile on the white sheet. Her long eyelashes cast soft shadows on her cheeks, and she was breathing in a slow, steady rhythm.

Jennie stayed completely still, just watching her. A very sweet, warm feeling filled her chest. Last night had been completely real. There were no cameras in the dark bedroom, and no directors telling them how to stand. She had let Lisa see her real self, and Lisa had held her like she was the most important thing in the world.

The media outside did not know their engagement was just a fake contract. The public thought they were completely in love. And their families did not care if they actually liked each other or not—the parents just wanted the big business merger to happen smoothly. But standing in this room, Jennie realized that the fake relationship was becoming very real.

Slowly, Jennie lifted her hand. She used the tips of her fingers to gently brush a piece of  hair away from Lisa’s forehead. Her touch was very light, but it was enough to wake Lisa up.

Lisa’s eyes fluttered open. Her eyes were a bit cloudy with sleep at first, but the moment she saw Jennie’s face, she smiled. It was a lazy, happy smile.

“Good morning, boss,” Lisa murmured. Her voice was very deep and rough from sleep. She did not move her arm away. Instead, she pulled Jennie just a little bit closer, her thumb rubbing gently against Jennie’s side.

“Good morning, Lalisa,” Jennie whispered. Her face felt a little warm, and she felt a small blush on her cheeks as she remembered last night. She tried to look serious. She sat up a bit and pulled the white sheet up to cover herself. “We… we need to talk about what happened. We need to remember the business rules.”

“Jennie,” Lisa interrupted gently. She sat up too, leaning her back against the headboard of the bed. She did not let Jennie hide behind business words this time. She reached out and took Jennie’s small hand, locking their fingers together tightly. “Look at me. No business talk. No rules.”

Jennie looked down at their joined hands. Her heart started to beat a little faster. “Lisa, it makes me nervous. We started this with a contract. What if we mess up the merger?”

Lisa leaned in closer, looking straight into Jennie’s dark eyes. Her face was completely serious and very sweet. “The media thinks we are real anyway. Our families just want the merger to happen, and they don’t care what we feel. So this is just about you and me. Nobody else needs to know what happens behind this closed door.”

Jennie swallowed hard. Lisa’s honest words made her feel very safe. “Then what are we doing now?”

Lisa smiled warmly, her eyes full of hope. “Let’s give us a real try. No more acting when we are alone. Let’s just be a real couple in this apartment and see what happens. We can handle the work together during the day, but when we come home, let’s make this real. What do you think, Nini?”

Jennie stared at Lisa’s face. The idea of falling in love for real was a little scary because she had never done it before. But looking at Lisa’s kind eyes and feeling the warm weight of her hand, Jennie knew she did not want to protect herself anymore. She wanted this.

Slowly, a real, beautiful smile broke across Jennie’s lips. She let go of the tight grip on the sheet and let her head rest gently against Lisa’s strong shoulder.

“Okay, Lalisa,” Jennie whispered softly into the quiet room. “Let’s give us a try and see what happens.”

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this story its reaching its end maybe three or four chapter left 

I’m having a hard time thinking of a perfect end for them yet i cant seem to find it 

if you guys have any ideas of how to end it please leave it in a comment 

thanks you for reading and i hope you enjoyed this chapter