Chapter 21

Mitsuya

"Yo! It's rare to see you without a chick on your side." Mikey said. He's drying some glass at his bar counter. "I'm guessing you two meet again?"

"I'm designing her wedding gown."

"What?!" Mikey's voice slightly raised.

"YEP," I said as I looked at the glass, swirling the dark brown liquid inside.

"So that explains why you look like shit today."

I nodded and think for a while. "How would you react if you met your ex-girlfriend again?" I turn my head to him.

"Well, I'm no saint I'm still angry at her so maybe I will say something hurtful. She left me without a word. She promised me that she won't leave me, but she broke them."

"But do you think that the anger you have... it will disappear?"

"I don't know-" He shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe?"

"Do you still love her?" I asked Mikey.

"Yes. How about you?"

"I don't know," I replied and drank the bourbon.

"Well, you will not react this way if you don't have even a slight feelings towards her."

"Yeah... I guess."

y/n

Today is another meeting with the organizer. I will see Takashi again, I want Kazu to be here so it won't be awkward but he's with his father.

"Ma'am." Machi greeted me as I entered the restaurant. My eyes shift on her right and there is Takashi, he's standing too.

"Good morning, Machi, Takashi."

"Good Morning Ms. Haitani," Takashi said with a smile, He's acting normal like there's nothing happened the other day. Maybe I was the only one affected by that.

"Let's start," Machi said and we sat on the chair.

"About the gowns that you will wear to the engagement session. do you have a peg, ma'am?"

"Oh, I just want a simple dress, black maybe?"

"Black?"

"Yes. Black."

"I have some ready-made dresses at my studio, you can come by anytime to choose. the wedding is just two months away so and if we decide to make new dresses, we'll be running out of time." He said, like a professional. I compose myself and act as nothing happened. This is what I'm good at, pretending.

"Yes, that would be for the best. How about tomorrow? I'll stop by your studio."

"That would be a great time, I can also take your measurements after choosing your dresses."

"Then it's settled for the dresses," Machi said, smacking her hands together. Takashi rubs her arms and smiles at her.

While we're talking about the gown details and other stuff. I can see that Takashi is always touching Machi. Ahhh, I forgot. His love language is physical touch.

If there's something happening between them, then why did I see him with two different girls? Ah! don't think y/n! it's none of your business.

As we continue to discuss everything about the wedding, I am now starting to feel uncomfortable with the way Takashi subtly flirts with Machi in front of me. I was about to excuse myself when Kazu suddenly arrived.

"Love, Sorry if I'm late," he said and suddenly kissed my cheeks. I got stunned on my seat, he don't call me love nor act like this. I looked at Takashi and he's looking away.

"Ah, right timing Mr. Hanemiya."

"Call me Kazutora, my family name is giving me a bad omen."

"Funny, Ma'am y/n said those when we first met. You really are compatible with each other. Right, Takashi?" Machi said, turning her head to Takashi, He looks at us for a while before he speaks.

"Yeah, excuse me, I need to smoke." He said and stood up. We just watched him walked outside.

"Sorry, lately there's a large volume of dresses ordered in his studio, he must be stressed out." Machi explained.

"Oh it's fine, The meeting is almost finished anyway." I said with a smile.

"Thank you, Ma'am." She cleared her throat. "I have the schedule of your e-session for the guestbook, if Tuesday next week is okay with you guys we can proceed."

"Yes? Kazu?"

"Ah, yes, I think I don't have any schedules next week."

"Great! I'll call the photographer." Machi said and stood up. "If you have any questions and other requests you can always call me." She added.

Kazu and I stood up. "Thank you, Machi."

"See you at the wedding rehearsals." She said and excused herself.

Mitsuya

"So, Ms. y/n is the girl that left you?" Machi said and leaned against the wall beside me.

I looked at her and puffed some smoke "You figured." I replied as I shook the ashes from my cigarette

"You don't touch me nor flirt with in front of a client, Takashi you're always professional and also, the way you were looking at her-"

I scoff. "There's nothing special when I look at her."

"Fool yourself all you want but your actions speak louder than words." She said and snatched the cigarettes from my hand. She puffs some smoke while looking at me with a smirk on her face.

"Wanna release that tension at my unit?" She asked and I smirked.

"You know me well, Machi."

y/n

The next day, I went to Takashi's studio to pick some dresses. I just want this to get over with so I can stop stressing.

I stand in front of his studio, I first took a deep breath before opening the door.

"I'm here for the appointment," I said as I stepped inside.

"Ms. Haitani." Takashi greeted me.

"Just call me y/n," I said

"Better keep the professionalism."

"Right." I paused and looked around. "are you alone, running this studio?"

"It's Sunday. we were supposed to be closed today. My assistants are on their day off."

"I'm sorry, I... I'll be back when you're store is open."

"It's fine. I have sketches to finish so I opened the store today." He said nonchalantly. "What do you want for your dress?"

"I see... I just want a simple black one."

"I have something like that here." He walks towards the dress that's on display and picks some black off-shoulder dress and a spaghetti strap dress.

"You can try these on. There's a dressing room over there."

"Okay."

I took the dresses from him and went to the dressing room to change. After I'm done, I stepped out. Takashi didn't speak for a while and looked at me from head to toe, making me feel conscious of how I look.

He walks towards me and my heart pounds so hard. He then stops in front of me, He's too close! He leans closer that I hold my breath. He then fixes the strap of the dress. his finger, brushing on my shoulder.

"This looks elegant. Everything looks great on you." He said and looked at me with some expression that I can't read.

"Try the other one." He said in a low tone, He's too close that I can feel his breath, I slowly nod and turn around. I tried the other one and stepped out from the dressing room. He walks closer again, making me step back. I can't. my heart can't stand this.

"Why are you stepping back?"

"No-Nothing," I answered. he continued to walk and stop when he's close.

"it's... it's my personal space, Takashi." He didn't listen, he fixed the dress again, brushing his fingers to my skin.

"This also looks good on you." He said almost in a whisper, he then looked down. he didn't speak for a while.

"Takashi? Are you okay? if you're not feeling well we can do this some other time." I was about to touch his shoulder when he suddenly speak.

"Why y/n?"

"What?"

"Why are you back in my life?"

"Takashi..."

"Why! Why! did you leave me?" He shouts as his voice cracks.

"Takashi... I ... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you."

"You didn't mean?" He scoffs. "You made me promise not to let go of us but you're the one who gave up!"

"I know... and I am so sorry! I did this for you."

"For me? How is it for me huh?"

I paused for a while. "Nothing," I mumbled.

"What does he have that I don't? Is it money? I have money now! I strive hard to prove to you That my love can bring food for the table, that my love can pay bills! That you were wrong."

"Takashi, enough." I gently said and hugged him tightly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

He grasp my shoulders and aggressively pushed me away. "I am mad y/n! I am angry at you! I want you to feel the pain that I've felt! I want to hurt you so bad that you can't bear it!" He said and pulled me into a kiss, It's rough and it hurts me.

"Ta- ka- shi, wait..." I said in between his kisses. I tried to push him, he's hurting me.

He brushes his long slender fingers to his hair and laughs. "I look stupid." He said.

"Hey..." I walk towards him and cup his face. We both stare at each other for a while, I can hear him breathe heavily and so am I. I can feel that my body is slowly burning.

After a couple of seconds of staring, he then kisses me again. It's still aggressive but it doesn't hurt anymore. I kiss him back, wrap my hands around his neck and fight his tongue with mine. He lifts me and I clung my legs around his waist. He wipes the things that's on his table and sits me there. His kisses travels down to my neck that makes me moan. He then traces his kiss down to my chest, he pulled down the dress I'm wearing, exposing my strapless bra. He cups my breast and fondles them. I arch my back from the sensation his hands are giving me. He then pulled my bra down, exposing my chest.

He backs a little and stares at me for a while. I got nervous that I unconsciously cover myself with my arm. "Don't cover them, I want to see them." He said and I slowly removed my hands. He leans close to suck my nipple while his other hand is playing with my other breast.

I moan from the pleasure. I grab his hair and gently pull them every time he bites my nipple. "Takashi. I want you." I whispered. He looks at me with a hungry expression, he then holds my waist and aggressively pulls me down from the table then he turns me around. He pushed me down, making half of my body lean on his table.

He travels his hands from my thighs up to my panties. "You're already wet, y/n." He said as he pushed my panties to the side. He slightly brushes his finger, earning a moan from me.

"You're sensitive I'm just brushing them with my finger."

"Please," I said, looking back at him. My breasts are pushed down on his desk.

"Patience." He said and licked his palm. He cups my sex and gently plays with my clit.

"Ahhhh-" He put his other hand on my mouth, "Quiet, you may attract clients."

My eyes widened when I realized that his shop was open and there were big windows. Mannequins were covering most of the space. but if you look closely, you can see us inside.

"Someone might step in," I said under his palm.

"Isn't it exciting?" He said. This is not what Takashi would have said... He really changed.

I gasp when I felt his finger enter my sex. He thrust them hard that I can't hold my moan. He added another finger, making my mouth open wide. "Wait... Takashi..."

"Oh, you don't want anymore?" He pulled his fingers out.

"No... I-"

I heard some tearing of plastic and after a while, he hold my other leg up and put them on the table, my other leg is the only one standing.

"There, a better view." He said and slowly brushed the tip of his manhood on my lady part.

"Hngg~" I clenched my fist and without a word, he slammed his shaft inside me, I felt like tearing inside and it hurt like hell.

"Wait, it hurts," I said, almost crying.

"Don't tell me-" He paused. "But you're engaged..."

I looked back at him and his expression suddenly changed when he remembered that I was engaged. "Bear them, it will be gone in a few thrust."

My eyes widened when he began to move fast. I try to tap his hands from behind but he holds them together. I lay my head on his table and try to bear the pain. He was right, after a few thrusts, the pain is slowly fading and I am adjusting to his size.

"Hhhhnnggg- Ahhhhh-" I moan.

"See, the pain is now gone, isn't it?"

I nodded. his thrust became faster, deeper, harder that the table started to move. "Slow down... Takashi-" But he didn't listen, he trusted deeper that I feel something building up inside me.

"I'm close." He said as I heard grunts from him. His thrust became sloppy and in just a few more, we both reached our climax.

He flops his body on me as we both catch our breaths. After a while, he stands up and heard him closing his zipper. He didn't even kiss me like what I see in movies or what I read in books. He just left me there, half naked.

I slowly stand up to fix myself. Tears are building up from my eyes. He's not the same anymore.

I look at him. He's now lighting his cigarette, He then puffs a smoke while looking at the people passing by. I try to smile and walked towards him. I hug him from behind.

He puffs another smoke and removes my hand from his waist. He then looks at me straight in the eyes.

"Don't think that this is special, y/n. I just happened to be horny and you're available so..."

"What?" I said in disbelief.  "What did you just say?" My voice suddenly raises as I clench my jaws.

"I said... it's nothing special." A sound of a slap echoed inside his studio.

"You're not the same Takashi that I know."

"And whose fault is that? huh? Don't look for the old me because the old me is dead y/n... You killed him. You killed me five years ago."

"Fuck you!"

"No, I fucked you!"

Tears started streaming down my face. I nod aggressively like reality slapped me and now I agree that things can't turn back the way they were if it has been shattered.

I turn around and to get my bag, I opened them to get my wallet. I count some cash and throw them at his face. "My payment for the dress, I'm sorry I ruined it," I said and walked out of his store. He didn't move and I don't care anymore.

Kazutora

I went to y/n's place because she's not answering. Her appointment must be done hours ago but she didn't update me. I didn't come with her because I knew that she wanted to talk to him alone.

but that was my biggest mistake.

"y/n..." I said as I opened the door of her place.

"Hi! Kazu!" She greeted me with the same happy energy but her eyes were red.

"What happened?" I asked worriedly.

"What, what happened?" She said and turned her back on me. "I cooked something instant. Wanna eat?"

I grab her wrist. " Hey... You don't have to pretend. tell me what happened at the studio."

"I'm fine Kazu, I really am." She firmly said and resisted my grip. She walks back to the kitchen.

I clenched my fist. To see her hurting like that, I feel like my chest is tearing in half. I promised her that I will protect her from all the pain and yet she's hurt again.

"I'll be back. I'll buy beer!" I didn't wait for her answer. I just stormed my way out.

I went to his studio. at the window, I saw him spacing out at his table. I opened the door to enter. "Sorry, it's Sunday. we're closed"

His expression changed when he looked at me.

***

"I'm guessing you're here because y/n told you what happened between us, earlier." Mitsuya said and sip his whiskey.

"Actually, she didn't tell me anything. I just figured out." He walks towards me and hands me a glass of whiskey. We're at his place. I asked him if we could talk to a bar but he insisted that we talk at his apartment.

"Oh well, you're smart."

"What did you do to her."

"I fucked your fiancee." He said with a smug face. I clenched my fist and stood up.

"What did you say to her after?"

"Aren't you gonna punch me or something?"

"No."

"Why?" He asked but I ignored him.

"What did you say to her after!" I raised my voice.

He sigh. "I told her that it was nothing special."

I didn't control my emotions that I landed a fist on his face. He didn't dodge, he must have seen this coming but he didn't move. He wiped the side of his lips before looking back at me.

"You got mad because of what I've said not to the fact that I fucked your fiancee... You're weird."

"I am not in the position to tell you this but you're hurting her so much! and I can't stand to just watch in silence." I sigh "y/n and I are engaged, yes, but we're not together. we never were."

"What?" He said with his eyes wide open.

"She agreed to the fixed marriage because of your sake, you fucker! She heard you and your mother talking about being fired despite being a good employee in ten years. She also heard that your landlady is kicking you out of your apartment. She instantly knew that her father was behind all of those. She went to their mansion and made a deal with the devil." I scoff.

"All of your achievements and your family status now were all because of her! in exchange for her father not touching your family, she agreed to marry me. She didn't want to tell you all of this because she thought that you might blame yourself! She wants you to succeed without feeling any guilt! That's how much she loves you! But you hurt her! You useless motherfucker!"

Takashi took a step back and flopped his body on his couch. He brushes his face with his hands "What? No, she told me straight into my eyes that she didn't love me anymore. She made me feel like I'm just a toy that she can throw if she's done playing with it."

"Think you motherfucker! You let yourself got eaten by anger! I bet that after y/n left, your mother magically found a new job and even got a higher position. You got an offer to a prestigious university even though you had a scholarship. Your siblings became a scholar of a private school because of the company where your mother's working suddenly had a scholarship program for single parents. think how all of those happened after y/n left."

Mitsuya spaced out and suddenly, tears streamed his face. "Maybe y/n was wrong for protecting you. You should feel the guilt and blame yourself!"

"I- I need to talk to her."

"Don't!" I point my fingers at him. "Don't approach her again or I swear to god I will kill you! You've done enough. She's too broken because of you and I will not let you hurt her again!"