The recent incident made a huge impact in my schedules. I'm controlled by my husband right now. Haruchiyo discussed a few rules about me, going in and out of our house. Mikey doubled our security since he went berserk after knowing what the yakuzas did to me.
"Fuck you, Sanzu! Emma and Shinichiro will never forgive me if something happens to Y/N!" Manjiro shouted at Haruchiyo who's bowing next to him.
"Sorry, Mikey. I know I should've done better," Haru replied before I stepped away from the door, not wanting to hear any more of their conversation.
Today's the first month of me, typically getting bored in the afternoons after cleaning half of the house. Haru often comes home at 6 or earlier than that.
So far, the sudden change of his attitude became a good climax in our relationship. We share intimacy from morning to night and share a few jokes during dinner. He also started to open up about how his day went and how Rindou annoyed the hell out of him again.
"Haru, can I please go with you tomorrow?" I desperately asked while he scrubbed his wet hair. Drops of tiny liquid fell on his shoulders as he stopped midway only to give me a sharp glare.
"No. You stay here," His authoritative voice echoed in our room.
My lips miserably pouted, pushing myself to the bed and covering it with our white blanket. Knowing Haruchiyo Akashi, he would never do such crazy things like lying beside me to show affection and tell me something positive to ease the irritation– but look how much he has changed!
"Honey, you'll just get tired in the headquarters. I'll be at home in the afternoon, how about that?" His gentle tone felt good in my ears while his arms snaked around my covered waist, pulling me closer to him.
"No. I'm so bored out here, Haru. I couldn't just sit here and read smut mangas all day!" Realization hits me after blurting out those words. Gripping on the blanket tighter, I folded myself in embarrassment as soon as I heard Haruchiyo's maniac laugh.
"You really do have things for men in books," He said like it's a given fact. "Fine. Just wear something casual and I'll tell Mikey,"
I hurriedly pull the blanket down to hug his neck. It was a great decision indeed. Wearing a pair of turquoise trench coats and skirt topped with a simple white v-neck shirt, I went down the staircase. Haruchiyo, while fixing his tie, scanned me from head to toe. His face rearranged in protest but he didn't part his mouth for another word. We drove off using one of his Montero cars while he discussed a bunch of reminders, especially about his co-executives.
Takeomi was the first one who welcomed me at the entrance. He's so fine... I mean, he's Haruchiyo's brother after all.
"What made you come here, Y/N?" He asked after puffing his cigarette.
"Just bored in the prison, Takeomi-kun,"
After a few minutes of catching up, Haru's older brother left us in his office. I was busy scribbling names in an extra note when the Haitani brothers came in.
"Oh, Y/N..." Ran greeted without stopping his tracks, as well as Rindou who eyed me for so long.
"Sanzu, about the shipping dates..." Ran continued as if I'm just a mere air inside the office. Good thing Rindou was a bit sillier than Haru that he entertained me while his brother and my husband talked about business.
"Anyway, we have an urgent meeting at 6 near Roppongi. We'll be meeting our client and we have to be present as an org,"
So as for the remaining hours in his office, we cuddled a bit and kind of made out, almost forgetting the event for later. He pouted as his eyes blinked fast like he's asking for my permission to continue our session. But, of course, I don't want us to be late for the event.
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We had a quick ride back to our house to prepare for the event before heading to the said location. It wasn't too far since Haru drove past the speed limits and I'm confident he won't fuck up. The last time he took a pill was 2 days ago so, I guess it's reassuring.
The loud music from the sound system boomed as soon as we entered the underground bar in Roponggi. Variety of colored lights scattered around the place, people on the dance floor moved out of sync.
"Haru, I'll just go get a drink from the counter. You go ahead to the VIP alone," I shouted beside his ear, dominating the loud noises.
"No way, hun. You think I'll let you go alone?" His arms snaked around my waist, squeezing it. "Come on, let's go,"
"It's alright, Haru. I'll be bored up there. I'm not into your business,"
It took a few minutes before he finally let go of my waist. I sashayed my way to the counter and sat on the high chair to order drinks. The only thing that persuaded him earlier was the fact that VIP seats are upstairs, giving them a full view of the wide ground floor from above... including the counter of course.
I raised my head and found Haru looking straight at me while Rindou patted his shoulder. I raised my drink and smiled before drinking it up.
Different kinds of people went to sit beside me yet they didn't stay for too long since the music was too good like it's inviting you to go and sway your hips on the dancefloor. I almost stood up if only a woman came and talked to me. She was alone and pretty much not in the mood.
"Don't talk to those freaking men in suits," She said, glaring at the VIP room where Haruchiyo and the whole Bonten were. "They're fucking animals! Fuck that gang, they're the worst,"
She was pretty frustrated to the point that she almost drank 15 glasses of vodka. Later on, she invited me to visit her tattoo shop. Her natural plump lips curved for a smile as we shook our hands. I can't believe she's a tattoo artist– not to stereotype but I've seen several ones who are... well... very obvious of their profession. But this girl has nothing, even a dot, plastered on her body.
"Oh please. I just hate men who cheat! Look!" She gave another rant, shamelessly pointing at the VIP again. Just when I decided to turn around, a slim arm around Haruchiyo's waist caught me off guard. It was from a girl in red, intentionally clinging to Haru like a normal lady of the night would.
"Look at them with more than 2 girls at a time. Who the fuck do they think they are?"
Chest got heavier, eyes watered in anger, I stood up violently, startling the woman I'm with. "I forgot I have some errands to run. Nice meeting you,"
I casually walked away, placing her calling card inside my pouch. I took a cab and went straight home.
All my life, I accepted how this damn consequence ruined my life. I've accepted Haruchiyo Akashi's nature– from drugs to girls. But this is different. He indirectly swore to me... he changed for me, is that all for show?
If it is, then what the fuck am I thinking all this time? I literally hoped for someone who will never change... even a bit of his unhealthy lifestyle.
"Ma'am, I'm afraid I can't let you enter Akashi's residence–"
"I'm an Akashi, too! Sanzu's wife to be exact!" I can't control myself anymore. "Just please go on,"
My tears won't stop falling from my eyes. I look awfully helpless. I pity myself for being stupid for so long. Maybe it's true, that I was so positive that I can change a Haruchiyo Akashi, I was fixed to that mentality that I forgot the reality doesn't stand with me anymore. That I could never change a Haruchiyo Akashi. As I packed my things in a large suitcase, the door boomed with the violent thumps. It made me stand up, kicking the suitcase under the bed before the door went flying because of his powerful kick.
"Y/N, you'll be the death of me!" His voice thundered as he created large steps towards my direction.
My palm flew onto the air, stopping him midway. "Don't come close, Sanzu,"
My free hand desperately wiped my tears, pretty useless since it still won't stop streaming down.
"Come on, Y/N! You're being so complicated. Why did you go out without telling me?" He spread his arms, attempting to embrace me but I stepped back.
"Don't fucking come close, I said!"
His palm catched his forehead to rub it frantically. "Look, I didn't notice her beside me, I swear. You don't have to be so mad about it. It's not that we kissed or something,"
"Sanzu... you bedded her..." My voice softened, brand new tears running down on my cheeks. I may be stupid, but I remember the women he brought in our house before... before when he was insatiable. "Twice. In this house. In our house, Sanzu,"
I saw his head fall, finally absorbing the fact that no matter how clear his conscience tonight is, it will never be. My weak state gave him the opportunity to pull me towards his chiseled chest, lifting me up using my buttcheeks and eventually sitting on the small couch of our room. I sat on his right lap, head on the crook of his neck, wetting it with my tears.
"I'm sorry, honey. Please, don't do that again,"
Oh Haruchiyo and his manipulative side, he knows how and when to press my soft spots.
Notes: LMAO IM SORRY THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A NSFW CHAPTER. Maybe next chap, bye. And stay safe! xoxo
