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Chapter 1 : I Wish It Were Her
The room was dark, and the stench of liquor filled the air. Takumi was sitting in his bar. Drunk and angry.
Like always.
His eyes were blood red and his fingers were typing away furiously on his laptop, finishing the work he needed to do. As he started to grab another bottle of alcohol, a hand stopped him from doing so.
"Sir, you mustn't. It's not good for your health. And besides-"
"Shut up. Cedric, your job is to follow my orders. Not the other way around," Takumi said. Drunk.
"My mistake sir."
Takumi grabbed the bottle and drank it all in one go. Then, he threw it against the wall and he watched as the glass broke into pieces.
Cedric started to clean it up, but Takumi stopped him before he could.
"Leave it!" he barked. He banged his fist against the table and closed his eyes.
"Leave it…" he whispered.
Takumi looked at his laptop's screen. Then… he laughed maniacally. Takumi could not believe where he was now!
'Takumi Walker, the richest most successful doctor in the whole country. The perfect man for any woman!'
'How disgusting,' he thought.
He would have rather stayed at her side.
…
"Sir, you have an appointment with them today in a few minutes."
"Fuck," he cursed under his breath, "why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I had thought you already knew, Sir"
Takumi silently cursed and pinched the bridge of his nose, agitated.
"Clean up everything while I go change. If she and her mother come before I'm ready, tell them I'll be right there."
Cedric nodded silently.
Takumi quickly changed into a formal shirt and pants, applied some cologne- combed his hair, and splashed some water onto his face. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Takumi groaned.
"They're here," he muttered.
He stepped out of his room and walked into the living room. He was immediately embraced roughly.
"Takumi! Love, I'm so excited! When are we announcing or engagement? Everyone I know has been asking me and my mother about it!" Hikari whined.
"Hayashima-san, I've already told you. I'm not sure yet," Takumi stated as he tried to pry her greedy hands off of him.
"Takumi! How many times have I told you?" an all-too-sweet voice spoke, "You can call my daughter Hikari."
Hikari's mother raised her eyebrows expecting him to do so.
"Of course. Hikari," he said, her name sounding bitter and unwelcoming in his mouth, "My grandfather has already said that he was the one in charge of the public affairs. If you have any questions, you should go ask him, not me," he told her, annoyed.
"But darling, I came here just to see you. Just for you!" Hikari said, purposely dusting off the imaginary dust off her tight, velvet red dress.
"That's right Takumi. Hikari-chan had been asking all week to come see you." said her mother.
"Well, I greatly appreciate Hikari coming." Takumi said with gritted teeth.
"I know." Hikari said flipping her long brown hair. Unnoticed, Takumi rolled his eyes.
After what seemed like an hour of a stupid conversation, the guests stood from their seats. Takumi stood up too.
"Well, I'll see you," Hikari grinned deviously.
She stood up on her tippy-toes, clutched Takumi's shirt tightly, and kissed him passionately.
As her tongue entered the caverns of his mouth, she was pulled away firmly.
"You better get going. Your mother is waiting," Takumi said with absolutely no emotion written on his face.
"Oh it's okay-," Mrs. Hayashima started to say.
"The door is here," Cedric stated.
Hikari irritatingly looked at the butler, fixed her face, and turned back to look at Takumi.
"Oh then… Bye-bye!" Hikari said and she pecked his cheek quickly, startling Takumi. The guests walked out the door and the door was shut.
One… two...three… Minutes passed before Takumi walked straight to his bar.
He felt so fucking dirty.
He threw his whole arm forcefully across the assortment of alcoholic drinks on the table. Even his laptop feel on time ground. Shattered.
Oh well. As a billionaire, he could easily get another one.
"A fucking billionaire, huh," he scoffed as he ran a hand through his blonde hair.
As s billionaire, he would have to marry a rich heiress. Hikari Hayashima, heiress to a multi-billion-dollar damn-old grandfather would be happy. But he wasn't.
He didn't love her.
He loved Misaki Ayuzawa.
A/N: So tell me how it went? If you guys have any questions, like always, please review. And updates will be regularly once a week. If I have more free time, twice a week. Happy Thanksgiving guys!
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