Beautiful Asshole (chapter 7)
Title: Beautiful asshole
Author: Matsuaurore
Pairings: Sakumoto
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Au, comedy, romance, m-preg and a bit of angst and smut xD
Disclaimer: If I could own them, my life would be perfect xD
Summary: Jun Matsumoto is a beautiful and clever assistant. His career is reaching the top and he will soon become a CEO but the only problem is his boss, Sho Sakurai. As handsome and attractive as a Top model but also a beautiful asshole. How Jun will reach his dream while ignoring his lust for his boss?
A/N: A big kiss for my BabySho for helping me with my baka mistakes <3
Chapter 7:
Jun's pov:
The moment he opened the door and we came face-to-face with Mai, I froze.
"What exactly were you two doing in there?" She asked, her eyes moving between the two of us. A recap of all she could have heard flashed through my head and I felt a burst of heat spread along my skin. I chanced a look over to Sakurai-san as he did the same, then turned back to Mai and shook my head.
"Nothing, we needed to talk. That's all." I tried to play it off, but knew the tremor in my voice gave me away.
"Oh, I heard something in there, but it certainly wasn't talking." She said, smirking.
"Don't be ridiculous, Mai. We were discussing an issue at work." He said, trying to move around her.
"In the bathroom?" She asked.
"Yes. You sent me up here to find him. This is where I found him."
She shifted in front of him, blocking his path.
"Do you think I'm stupid? It's no secret that you two don't discuss anything. You yell. So, what? Are you two, like, dating now?"
"No!" We both yelled at once, our eyes meeting for a brief moment before quickly darting away.
"So... You're just fucking then." She said and it seemed that neither of us could find the words to reply. The tension was heavy. "For how long?"
"Mai..." He began, shaking his head and for once, I felt actually bad for his discomfort. I'd never seen him look like this before.
"How long, Sho? Jun-kun?" She said.
"I... We just..." I started. But just what? How could I explain any of this? "We..."
"We made a mistake. It was a mistake." And here was it, his so cold and insensitive tone that I hated so much. His boss tone. The one he used when he was very angry or when someone pissed him off. Why did it bother me so much that he said it? It was a mistake and yet, hearing him say that...hurt.
"Mistake or not, it needs to stop now. What if it had been mom? And Sho, you're his boss! Have you forgotten that?" She exhaled deeply. "Look, you two are adults and I don't know what's going on here but whatever you do, do not let dad find out."
A wave of nausea hit me at the idea of Shun ever finding out about this, at how disappointed he'd be. I couldn't bear that.
"That won't be a problem." I said, purposefully avoiding Sho's gaze. "I intend to learn from my mistakes. Excuse me." I moved past them and toward the stairs, anger and hurt settling like a lead weight deep in my stomach. The strength of my work had always buoyed me through harder times in my life: breakups, the death of my mother, rough patches with friendships. Was I making him see me different because I fucked him? I was smarter than this. It was time I started acting like it. I composed myself before stepping outside and returning to my seat beside Hiroshi.
"Everything all right?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm just not feeling well." I said. "I think I might need to call it a night."
"Here." He said, standing to pull out my chair. "I'll walk you to your car." I said my goodbyes, feeling the unfamiliar shape of Hiroshi's palm on the small of my back as we walked into the house. "It was really nice to meet you, Jun-san. I'd like to call you sometime and maybe have a lunch."
"Let me see your phone." I said. Part of me felt bad for doing this, having been with one man upstairs not even twenty minutes ago and now giving my number to another. But it was time to move past this and a lunch date with a nice guy seemed like a good place to start.
His smile widened as I handed him his phone and he gave me his card in return. Taking my hand, he lifted it to his lips.
"I'll call you Monday, then. Hopefully your flowers aren't completely wilted."
"It's the thought that counts." I smiled. "Thank you."
He looked so sincere, so happy at the simple possibility of seeing me again and it occurred to me that I should be swooning or giddy. I really wanted to throw up.
"I should go."
"Good night, Jun-san."
"Good night, Hiroshi-san." He closed my door and I started the engine, my eyes straight ahead as I drove away from my boss' family's house.
****
The next morning at yoga I considered spilling my guts to Masaki. I'd felt reasonably certain I could handle things on my own, but after an entire night of staring at the ceiling and completely freaking out, I realized I needed to confide in someone.
There was Kazu and more than anyone Kazu would understand how maddening my hot boss could be. But he also worked for Shu and I didn't want to put him in an awkward position by asking him to keep such a huge secret. There were the times I really wished my mom were still alive. Just thinking about her brought a wrenching pain to my chest and tears in my eyes. Could I tell Masaki? I knew he had a crush for me and maybe talking about my actual addiction to my boss to him wasn't really subtle.
"Okay, you keep looking at me." He said. "Either you have something on your mind or I'm the embarrassing and gross kind of sweaty." I tried to tell him nothing. But I couldn't. The weight and pressure of the last few weeks came crashing down and before I could control it, my chin started to tremble and I began bawling like a baby. "That's what I thought. Come on." He offered me his hand and helped me up and gathering our belongings on the way, led me out the door.
Twenty minutes later, I was watching Masaki's shocked expression at a table in our favorite restaurant. I told him everything about what happened from the beginning to yesterday night. When I looked up to meet his gaze, I winced. He looked like he'd just watched a car wreck.
"Okay, let me make sure I've got this straight." I nodded, waiting for him to continue. "You're sleeping with your boss."
"Well, technically not..."
"Yeah, I got that. And this is the same boss you oh-so-lovingly refer to as 'Beautiful Asshole'?"
"Something like that." I sighed.
"But you hate him."
"Correct." I mumbled.
"You don't want to be with him but you can't stay away."
"God, it sounds even worse to hear someone else say it." I groaned as I buried my face in my hands. "I sound ridiculous."
"But the sexy times? Are good." He said with a touch of humor in his voice.
"Good doesn't even come close to describing it, Masaki. Phenomenal, intense, mind-blowing, multiple-orgasmingly amazing doesn't come close to describing it."
"Is 'orgasmingly' even a word?" Masaki smirked.
"Shut up." I smiled.
"Well..." He cleared his throat. "I guess a small penis isn't his problem after all."
"Believe, no. Not at all. He is pretty big." I looked up slightly at the sound of his muffled laughter. "Masa! This is not funny!"
"I beg to differ. Even you have to see how insane this is. I mean, of all the people I've ever known, you're the last person I would have ever imagined ending up in this situation. You've always been so serious with each step of your life so planned out. Come on, we both know how much you attract men and how many boyfriends you've had so, why this one? This man must be something else."
"I feel I have no control over myself when I'm with him. I mean, I don't even like him and yet... I keep going back."
"What matters to you?"
"My job. My life after this. My sense of value as an employee."
"Can you feel good about these things and still fuck him?"
"I don't know."
"Then, you have to find a way to stop doing this. You need to keep your distance."
"It's not that simple." I retorted.
"Do you want I help you?" Aiba asked kindly.
"I don't want to hurt you, Masaki. You're a precious friend to me and losing you would be..."
"Think about it. We still can try and if it doesn't work... We'll just have to stay friends."
"Okay..." I paused as I felt goose bumps rise along my skin. My breath caught in my throat and I turned slowly to look at the door. It was him, scruffy and dressed down in a black T-shirt and jeans, sneakers and hair in even sexier disarray than usual.
"Jun, what's wrong? You look like you've just seen a ghost." Masaki said, reaching across the table to stroke my cheek. I swallowed hard in an attempt to find my voice, then looked at him.
"Do you see that man next to the door? The good-looking one?" Aiba raised his head slightly to look and I kicked him under the table. "Don't make yourself obvious! That's my boss." Aiba's eyes widened and his jaw dropped.
"Holy shit." He gasped and shook his head as he looked him up and down. "You weren't kidding, Jun. He is gorgeous. I wouldn't kick him out of my bed. Or dressing room. Or elevator, or..."
"Masaki! You're not being helpful here!"
"Who's the man with him?" He asked, mentioning toward them. I turned back to see Sakurai being led to a table with a short brown-haired guy, his hand on the small of his back. A sharp stab of jealousy pressed into my chest.
"What a prick!" I hissed. "After his behavior last night? He has got to be kidding me!"
"Bastard." Aiba hissed. I glanced again at Sakurai talking and laughing with the guy. I couldn't take my eyes away. He was even more attractive in a relaxed setting. Smiling, eyes dancing when he laughed. Dick! As if he had heard my thoughts, he lifted his head and our eyes locked. I clenched my jaw but when I was about to look away, Masaki grabbed my neck to kiss me. My eyes widened in shock but understanding what he was trying to do, I opened my mouth to give him a kiss worth of French kiss. When Aiba pulled away, I saw Sakurai's killing eyes and smiled in satisfaction.
Take that, asshole!
"I'll be right back." I stood up and quickly made my way past his table making sure to avoid his eyes. I had just turned the corner and spotted the toilets when I felt a strong hand on my forearm.
"Wait."
That voice sent a jolt through me. Okay, Jun, you can do this. Just turn around and look at him and tell him to fuck off. He's an asshole who called you a mistake last night and shows up with a new bitch today.
Straightening my shoulders, I turned to face him. Shit. He looked even better up close.
"What the hell do you want?" I spat at him, pulling my arm free from his grasp. Looking up at his face, I could see faint circles under his eyes. He looked tired. Well, good. If his nights were half as bad as mine, I was happy. Running his hand through his hair, he glanced around uncomfortably.
"I wanted to talk to you. To explain about last night."
"What's there to explain?" I asked, nodding my head toward the dining room and the guy still sitting at his table. "I get it. I'm actually glad to see you here like this. It helps remind me why this thing between us is a terrible idea. I don't want to be indirectly fucking all of your other men."
"What the hell are you talking about?" He asked, looking back at me. "Are you talking about Nishi?"
"Is that his name? Well, you and Nishi-san have a lovely meal, Sakurai-san." I turned to leave but was once again stopped when he grabbed my arm. "Let. Go."
"Why would you even care?" Our argument had begun to attract attention from the staff passing through to the kitchen. After a quick glance around, he pulled me into the toilets and locked the door.
Fantastic, another bathroom.
I shoved him away when he stepped closer.
"What do you think you are doing? And what do you mean, why would I care? You fucked me last night, told me all about how I couldn't possibly want to go out with Hiroshi and now you're here with someone else! I let myself forget you're a manwhore. Your behavior is completely expected. I'm pissed at myself!" I was so angry.
"You think I'm here on a date?" He exhaled heavily, shaking his head. "This is fucking unbelievable when I just saw your 'friend' diving his tongue into your mouth just 5 minutes ago! Nishi is a friend. He runs a charitable organization that our company supports. That's all. I was supposed to meet him to sign some papers. I haven't been with anyone else since the wi..." He paused to rethink his words. "Since we first...you know..." He finished, mentioning vaguely between us.
What?
We stood there, staring at each other as I tried to let his words seep in. He hadn't slept with anyone else. Was that even possible? I knew he was like some kind of Dom Juan, collecting men.
"All these men throwing themselves at you and you haven't nailed even one? Aw, I'm touched." I turned for the door.
"It's not that difficult to believe." He growled.
"You know what, it doesn't matter. It was just a mistake, right?" I whispered. I felt so fragile, so vulnerable at this moment, as if my shell was slowly cracking because of him.
"Look, that's what I wanted to talk to you about." He approached me from behind, his scent invading my nose. "Are you with this man or even Hiroshi?" He asked. My hand was on the knob. All I had to do was turn it and I was safe. But I froze, staring at that damn door for what seemed like minutes.
"Does it matter?"
"I thought we covered this last night." He said, his arms wrapping my waist. Get out of here, Jun or it will be too late!
"Yeah, lots of things were said last night."
"I didn't mean to say this was a mistake." He whispered against my ear. "I just panicked."
"That doesn't mean it's not true. We both know it."
"I still shouldn't have said that." He brushed my nape with his lips before laying a soft kiss on my skin. "Turn around."
Two words. How was it possible that two simple words could make me question everything? Biting my lip hard, I tried to bring myself to turn the handle. My hand actually twitched before it fell to my side in defeat.
I turned and looked up to meet his eyes. His hand came to rest on my cheek, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip. Our gaze locked and just when I thought I couldn't wait one more second, he pulled me to him, pressing his mouth to mine. The moment we kissed, my body gave up fighting and I couldn't get close enough. He backed me into the wall and ran his hands down my body, lifting me slightly. He pushed into my jogging pants and cupped my ass. Lifting me fully, he wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed me further into the wall. He moaned as I took his earlobe between my teeth. A shrill sound broke though my haze and I heard him swear. My phone.
"Moshi moshi?"
"Jun-san?" Hiroshi's voice sounded through the phone.
"Oh... Hi..."
"Who is it?" Sho growled. I pressed my hand to his lips and gave him the dirtiest look I could manage.
"Look, I can't really talk right now."
"Yeah, I'm sorry to bother you on a Sunday but I couldn't stop thinking about you. And I don't want to get anyone in trouble or anything but right after you left, I checked my e-mail and there was a confirmation for delivery of your flowers."
"Really?" I asked, feigning interest. My gaze was locked with Sho's.
"Well, it seems they were signed for by Sho Sakurai."
To be continued...
A/N: Haha, it seems Jun knows for the flowers now xD How will he react? XD it looks like he is falling in love with Sho but our dear Sakurai isn't acting nicely and might break everything :( And there was some Junba in this chapter :D they are so cute together, Sho should be careful, he has a serious rival xD
These two baka are so stubborn, I don't know if we can save their butts xD Anyway, let's wait and see how Jun will react and if he will stop everything with Sho or not xD Comments are always <3 See you soon~
PS: And see, no sex in this chapter too, miracles happen sometimes xDDD
Author: Matsuaurore
Pairings: Sakumoto
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Au, comedy, romance, m-preg and a bit of angst and smut xD
Disclaimer: If I could own them, my life would be perfect xD
Summary: Jun Matsumoto is a beautiful and clever assistant. His career is reaching the top and he will soon become a CEO but the only problem is his boss, Sho Sakurai. As handsome and attractive as a Top model but also a beautiful asshole. How Jun will reach his dream while ignoring his lust for his boss?
A/N: A big kiss for my BabySho for helping me with my baka mistakes <3
Chapter 7:
Jun's pov:
The moment he opened the door and we came face-to-face with Mai, I froze.
"What exactly were you two doing in there?" She asked, her eyes moving between the two of us. A recap of all she could have heard flashed through my head and I felt a burst of heat spread along my skin. I chanced a look over to Sakurai-san as he did the same, then turned back to Mai and shook my head.
"Nothing, we needed to talk. That's all." I tried to play it off, but knew the tremor in my voice gave me away.
"Oh, I heard something in there, but it certainly wasn't talking." She said, smirking.
"Don't be ridiculous, Mai. We were discussing an issue at work." He said, trying to move around her.
"In the bathroom?" She asked.
"Yes. You sent me up here to find him. This is where I found him."
She shifted in front of him, blocking his path.
"Do you think I'm stupid? It's no secret that you two don't discuss anything. You yell. So, what? Are you two, like, dating now?"
"No!" We both yelled at once, our eyes meeting for a brief moment before quickly darting away.
"So... You're just fucking then." She said and it seemed that neither of us could find the words to reply. The tension was heavy. "For how long?"
"Mai..." He began, shaking his head and for once, I felt actually bad for his discomfort. I'd never seen him look like this before.
"How long, Sho? Jun-kun?" She said.
"I... We just..." I started. But just what? How could I explain any of this? "We..."
"We made a mistake. It was a mistake." And here was it, his so cold and insensitive tone that I hated so much. His boss tone. The one he used when he was very angry or when someone pissed him off. Why did it bother me so much that he said it? It was a mistake and yet, hearing him say that...hurt.
"Mistake or not, it needs to stop now. What if it had been mom? And Sho, you're his boss! Have you forgotten that?" She exhaled deeply. "Look, you two are adults and I don't know what's going on here but whatever you do, do not let dad find out."
A wave of nausea hit me at the idea of Shun ever finding out about this, at how disappointed he'd be. I couldn't bear that.
"That won't be a problem." I said, purposefully avoiding Sho's gaze. "I intend to learn from my mistakes. Excuse me." I moved past them and toward the stairs, anger and hurt settling like a lead weight deep in my stomach. The strength of my work had always buoyed me through harder times in my life: breakups, the death of my mother, rough patches with friendships. Was I making him see me different because I fucked him? I was smarter than this. It was time I started acting like it. I composed myself before stepping outside and returning to my seat beside Hiroshi.
"Everything all right?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm just not feeling well." I said. "I think I might need to call it a night."
"Here." He said, standing to pull out my chair. "I'll walk you to your car." I said my goodbyes, feeling the unfamiliar shape of Hiroshi's palm on the small of my back as we walked into the house. "It was really nice to meet you, Jun-san. I'd like to call you sometime and maybe have a lunch."
"Let me see your phone." I said. Part of me felt bad for doing this, having been with one man upstairs not even twenty minutes ago and now giving my number to another. But it was time to move past this and a lunch date with a nice guy seemed like a good place to start.
His smile widened as I handed him his phone and he gave me his card in return. Taking my hand, he lifted it to his lips.
"I'll call you Monday, then. Hopefully your flowers aren't completely wilted."
"It's the thought that counts." I smiled. "Thank you."
He looked so sincere, so happy at the simple possibility of seeing me again and it occurred to me that I should be swooning or giddy. I really wanted to throw up.
"I should go."
"Good night, Jun-san."
"Good night, Hiroshi-san." He closed my door and I started the engine, my eyes straight ahead as I drove away from my boss' family's house.
****
The next morning at yoga I considered spilling my guts to Masaki. I'd felt reasonably certain I could handle things on my own, but after an entire night of staring at the ceiling and completely freaking out, I realized I needed to confide in someone.
There was Kazu and more than anyone Kazu would understand how maddening my hot boss could be. But he also worked for Shu and I didn't want to put him in an awkward position by asking him to keep such a huge secret. There were the times I really wished my mom were still alive. Just thinking about her brought a wrenching pain to my chest and tears in my eyes. Could I tell Masaki? I knew he had a crush for me and maybe talking about my actual addiction to my boss to him wasn't really subtle.
"Okay, you keep looking at me." He said. "Either you have something on your mind or I'm the embarrassing and gross kind of sweaty." I tried to tell him nothing. But I couldn't. The weight and pressure of the last few weeks came crashing down and before I could control it, my chin started to tremble and I began bawling like a baby. "That's what I thought. Come on." He offered me his hand and helped me up and gathering our belongings on the way, led me out the door.
Twenty minutes later, I was watching Masaki's shocked expression at a table in our favorite restaurant. I told him everything about what happened from the beginning to yesterday night. When I looked up to meet his gaze, I winced. He looked like he'd just watched a car wreck.
"Okay, let me make sure I've got this straight." I nodded, waiting for him to continue. "You're sleeping with your boss."
"Well, technically not..."
"Yeah, I got that. And this is the same boss you oh-so-lovingly refer to as 'Beautiful Asshole'?"
"Something like that." I sighed.
"But you hate him."
"Correct." I mumbled.
"You don't want to be with him but you can't stay away."
"God, it sounds even worse to hear someone else say it." I groaned as I buried my face in my hands. "I sound ridiculous."
"But the sexy times? Are good." He said with a touch of humor in his voice.
"Good doesn't even come close to describing it, Masaki. Phenomenal, intense, mind-blowing, multiple-orgasmingly amazing doesn't come close to describing it."
"Is 'orgasmingly' even a word?" Masaki smirked.
"Shut up." I smiled.
"Well..." He cleared his throat. "I guess a small penis isn't his problem after all."
"Believe, no. Not at all. He is pretty big." I looked up slightly at the sound of his muffled laughter. "Masa! This is not funny!"
"I beg to differ. Even you have to see how insane this is. I mean, of all the people I've ever known, you're the last person I would have ever imagined ending up in this situation. You've always been so serious with each step of your life so planned out. Come on, we both know how much you attract men and how many boyfriends you've had so, why this one? This man must be something else."
"I feel I have no control over myself when I'm with him. I mean, I don't even like him and yet... I keep going back."
"What matters to you?"
"My job. My life after this. My sense of value as an employee."
"Can you feel good about these things and still fuck him?"
"I don't know."
"Then, you have to find a way to stop doing this. You need to keep your distance."
"It's not that simple." I retorted.
"Do you want I help you?" Aiba asked kindly.
"I don't want to hurt you, Masaki. You're a precious friend to me and losing you would be..."
"Think about it. We still can try and if it doesn't work... We'll just have to stay friends."
"Okay..." I paused as I felt goose bumps rise along my skin. My breath caught in my throat and I turned slowly to look at the door. It was him, scruffy and dressed down in a black T-shirt and jeans, sneakers and hair in even sexier disarray than usual.
"Jun, what's wrong? You look like you've just seen a ghost." Masaki said, reaching across the table to stroke my cheek. I swallowed hard in an attempt to find my voice, then looked at him.
"Do you see that man next to the door? The good-looking one?" Aiba raised his head slightly to look and I kicked him under the table. "Don't make yourself obvious! That's my boss." Aiba's eyes widened and his jaw dropped.
"Holy shit." He gasped and shook his head as he looked him up and down. "You weren't kidding, Jun. He is gorgeous. I wouldn't kick him out of my bed. Or dressing room. Or elevator, or..."
"Masaki! You're not being helpful here!"
"Who's the man with him?" He asked, mentioning toward them. I turned back to see Sakurai being led to a table with a short brown-haired guy, his hand on the small of his back. A sharp stab of jealousy pressed into my chest.
"What a prick!" I hissed. "After his behavior last night? He has got to be kidding me!"
"Bastard." Aiba hissed. I glanced again at Sakurai talking and laughing with the guy. I couldn't take my eyes away. He was even more attractive in a relaxed setting. Smiling, eyes dancing when he laughed. Dick! As if he had heard my thoughts, he lifted his head and our eyes locked. I clenched my jaw but when I was about to look away, Masaki grabbed my neck to kiss me. My eyes widened in shock but understanding what he was trying to do, I opened my mouth to give him a kiss worth of French kiss. When Aiba pulled away, I saw Sakurai's killing eyes and smiled in satisfaction.
Take that, asshole!
"I'll be right back." I stood up and quickly made my way past his table making sure to avoid his eyes. I had just turned the corner and spotted the toilets when I felt a strong hand on my forearm.
"Wait."
That voice sent a jolt through me. Okay, Jun, you can do this. Just turn around and look at him and tell him to fuck off. He's an asshole who called you a mistake last night and shows up with a new bitch today.
Straightening my shoulders, I turned to face him. Shit. He looked even better up close.
"What the hell do you want?" I spat at him, pulling my arm free from his grasp. Looking up at his face, I could see faint circles under his eyes. He looked tired. Well, good. If his nights were half as bad as mine, I was happy. Running his hand through his hair, he glanced around uncomfortably.
"I wanted to talk to you. To explain about last night."
"What's there to explain?" I asked, nodding my head toward the dining room and the guy still sitting at his table. "I get it. I'm actually glad to see you here like this. It helps remind me why this thing between us is a terrible idea. I don't want to be indirectly fucking all of your other men."
"What the hell are you talking about?" He asked, looking back at me. "Are you talking about Nishi?"
"Is that his name? Well, you and Nishi-san have a lovely meal, Sakurai-san." I turned to leave but was once again stopped when he grabbed my arm. "Let. Go."
"Why would you even care?" Our argument had begun to attract attention from the staff passing through to the kitchen. After a quick glance around, he pulled me into the toilets and locked the door.
Fantastic, another bathroom.
I shoved him away when he stepped closer.
"What do you think you are doing? And what do you mean, why would I care? You fucked me last night, told me all about how I couldn't possibly want to go out with Hiroshi and now you're here with someone else! I let myself forget you're a manwhore. Your behavior is completely expected. I'm pissed at myself!" I was so angry.
"You think I'm here on a date?" He exhaled heavily, shaking his head. "This is fucking unbelievable when I just saw your 'friend' diving his tongue into your mouth just 5 minutes ago! Nishi is a friend. He runs a charitable organization that our company supports. That's all. I was supposed to meet him to sign some papers. I haven't been with anyone else since the wi..." He paused to rethink his words. "Since we first...you know..." He finished, mentioning vaguely between us.
What?
We stood there, staring at each other as I tried to let his words seep in. He hadn't slept with anyone else. Was that even possible? I knew he was like some kind of Dom Juan, collecting men.
"All these men throwing themselves at you and you haven't nailed even one? Aw, I'm touched." I turned for the door.
"It's not that difficult to believe." He growled.
"You know what, it doesn't matter. It was just a mistake, right?" I whispered. I felt so fragile, so vulnerable at this moment, as if my shell was slowly cracking because of him.
"Look, that's what I wanted to talk to you about." He approached me from behind, his scent invading my nose. "Are you with this man or even Hiroshi?" He asked. My hand was on the knob. All I had to do was turn it and I was safe. But I froze, staring at that damn door for what seemed like minutes.
"Does it matter?"
"I thought we covered this last night." He said, his arms wrapping my waist. Get out of here, Jun or it will be too late!
"Yeah, lots of things were said last night."
"I didn't mean to say this was a mistake." He whispered against my ear. "I just panicked."
"That doesn't mean it's not true. We both know it."
"I still shouldn't have said that." He brushed my nape with his lips before laying a soft kiss on my skin. "Turn around."
Two words. How was it possible that two simple words could make me question everything? Biting my lip hard, I tried to bring myself to turn the handle. My hand actually twitched before it fell to my side in defeat.
I turned and looked up to meet his eyes. His hand came to rest on my cheek, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip. Our gaze locked and just when I thought I couldn't wait one more second, he pulled me to him, pressing his mouth to mine. The moment we kissed, my body gave up fighting and I couldn't get close enough. He backed me into the wall and ran his hands down my body, lifting me slightly. He pushed into my jogging pants and cupped my ass. Lifting me fully, he wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed me further into the wall. He moaned as I took his earlobe between my teeth. A shrill sound broke though my haze and I heard him swear. My phone.
"Moshi moshi?"
"Jun-san?" Hiroshi's voice sounded through the phone.
"Oh... Hi..."
"Who is it?" Sho growled. I pressed my hand to his lips and gave him the dirtiest look I could manage.
"Look, I can't really talk right now."
"Yeah, I'm sorry to bother you on a Sunday but I couldn't stop thinking about you. And I don't want to get anyone in trouble or anything but right after you left, I checked my e-mail and there was a confirmation for delivery of your flowers."
"Really?" I asked, feigning interest. My gaze was locked with Sho's.
"Well, it seems they were signed for by Sho Sakurai."
To be continued...
A/N: Haha, it seems Jun knows for the flowers now xD How will he react? XD it looks like he is falling in love with Sho but our dear Sakurai isn't acting nicely and might break everything :( And there was some Junba in this chapter :D they are so cute together, Sho should be careful, he has a serious rival xD
These two baka are so stubborn, I don't know if we can save their butts xD Anyway, let's wait and see how Jun will react and if he will stop everything with Sho or not xD Comments are always <3 See you soon~
PS: And see, no sex in this chapter too, miracles happen sometimes xDDD