Millionaire Extraordinaire
Chapter 2
By:RobinSparkelz
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
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Sakura stared at the plush plum colored carpet beneath her feet, digging her toes into its softness as Ino scolded her from the corner of the room, Ino is on her knees, her dress tangled at her ankles as she rummages through a suitcase of shoes.
"-ou'de just listened to me and practiced walking in those heels then this wouldn't have happened, I mean first you pitch up late to your wedding rehearsal, your wedding rehearsal and then you manage to break the heel off your shoe as you walk down the aisle, like what Sakura huh, what the fuck-!"
Sighing heavily Sakura inwardly cringed as she thought about what had just happened, she had made it to the resort just outside Konoha literally an hour before she had to "walk down the aisle" Ino had been absolutely hysterical, and she had only gotten worse as she examined the state of her hair and skin and "Oh my gosh! Forehead your nails" but miraculously they'd managed to make her presentable, albeit the fact that they were running behind schedule.
Sakura had calmed herself at the chapel door, doing all those breathing exercises her yoga instructor made her do in class, and then all the mental exercises her psychiatrist made her do at their sessions, she then put her bravest smile on as the doors opened and she began her trek towards her betrothed. He had looked up as he heard the doors open, happiness exuding from him as she approached him, and his eyes, his eyes were glowing with so much love, that she just had to look away, but that proved to be her worst mistake, because standing next to Naruto, was an extremely familiar looking male, one that had kissed her like he was devouring her barely a few hours ago - Uchiha Sasuke.
Shock had thrummed through her body at the sight of him, and she couldn't help the very audible gasp that had escaped her lips, just as the heel of her shoe snagged her dress, she had wobbled, hands flailing as she tried to regain some sense of balance but that was a fruitless action as the thin heel of her shoe snapped sending her careening towards the floor. Her palms had hit the carpet hard, and she'd felt completely winded, her mind completely muddled, as hands had grabbed and pulled her up, she was heavily unbalanced and she leaned on her fiancé clutching both his shoulders, until Ino had helped remove her shoes, announcing to pews of people, that her heel had just snapped and that they should go to the hall for the buffet dinner that was being served.
After assuring her fiancé numerous times that she was okay and that he should see to their guests, she and Ino had made their way back to her room in the resort to find her a new pair of shoes, now as she sat on the bed and listened to Ino rant, she thanked her lucky stars that her shoe had broken or she wouldn't have been able to hide the fact that she had gasped quite audibly and openly at Uchiha Sasuke, who for some reason was at her wedding rehearsal.
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Sasuke could not comprehend what had just happened, except for the fact that he had kissed a women in a coffee shop this afternoon, a women who he had just seen walk down an aisle in a church, and then fall because she had been so shocked to see him.
He had to admit if he was her he probably would have fell down to, he thought he had hidden his shock pretty well, but while her fiancé and her blonde friend fussed over her, Naruto turned to him with accusatory eyes, "Do you know Sakura-chan?" He questioned, voice laced with suspicion.
"No."
"Really, because she seemed to recognize you."
"I'm a well known person dobe."
"Sakura-chan doesn't read the business section of the newspaper or the gossip section either, she's way to busy for that." Naruto replied.
He shrugged, "She doesn't know me dobe."
"She gasped pretty loudly when she saw you."
"She gasped because her shoe broke."
Naruto's expression clearly showed that he didn't believe him, but Sasuke didn't know how to explain to him that he had met her in a coffee shop and then proceeded to kiss her like a total cave man, so instead he distracted Naruto by telling him that there was probably ramen at the buffet and that he was starving, he could see his best friend struggling with the temptation to eat his precious ramen or to continue his interrogation but finally his appetite won out and they made their way out of the chapel.
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The buffet was in full swing by the time Sakura arrived, her updo had come undone, so Ino had removed all the hair pins and arranged her curls to spill artfully down her back like a waterfall. Sakura had refused to wear another ridiculously high pair of heels again, and had put on a pair of strappy silver wedge sandals, she felt better, her nerves abating into an excited nervous energy at the prospect of figuring out why a certain black haired male was here.
She made her way to the long main table that was decked in a cream, crushed velvet tablecloth, gorgeous lanterns were spaced at intervals at the front of the table, casting the table in a warm glow, crystal bowls filled with deep violet flowers added a splash of color to the otherwise, monochrome white and gold décor. Her seat was conspicuously empty next to her parents, she could see her dad talking raucously to her cousin Karin, both of them well on their way to drunk, and her mother was poking listlessly at her dessert. When she saw Sakura approach she gave her a chilling look, her facial expression sour, she felt her heart drop a little at her mother's blatant annoyance towards her, she knew her mother was more than annoyed with her, she knew she was angry at her, for not caring about the wedding for her obvious display of casualness regarding her upcoming nuptials and the way she insisted she had led her fiancé on since their first date.
Her mother liked Ryu, she had liked him since they had met him at one of her mother's luncheons at the club, and she had all but backed Sakura into a corner to go out with him, and despite her numerous attempts to avoid him, her mother's quite shocking display of playing matchmaker persevered until "chance" encounters become dates and dates became a family holiday at their summer homes, and those became private getaways, where she couldn't say no to a man who looked at her with such ardent adoration.
Now she was engaged to a man she didn't love, a man she was marrying tomorrow, and her mother despised her for leading him on despite the fact that she had all but forced them together. She took her seat next to her mother, deciding it was best to ignore her sour stare. Ryu took her hand immediately lacing his fingers with hers, "Are you okay?' He asked lowly obviously aware of his eavesdropping mother, a women so oblivious she hadn't noticed that her son was making the biggest mistake of his life by marrying a women who could never love him, not in the way he deserved.
"Fine." She murmured, squeezing his hand reassuringly, slipping back into the role she'd played for a year, a role she'd continue to play for years to come because Ryu was a good man, and everything was too far gone to turn back anyway, but her façade must have been lacking because Ryu's concerned gaze probed her, and she suddenly could not meet his gaze, she was saved however, by the loud exclamation of her name by Naruto from a table placed diagonally in front of her.
"Sakura-chan." He exclaimed.
"Thank you for putting ramen on the menu." His statement was met with collective groans and comments from the other occupants of the table.
Seated around him were her best friends, Hinata and Ino, Ten Ten seemed to have disappeared, and she would have suspected that she was in a heated tryst with her boyfriend Neji, except for the fact that Neji was sitting at the table in deep conversation to one Uchiha Sasuke, she hadn't realized that they were acquainted, in fact until now she hadn't realized that Naruto's famous best friend was none other than millionaire businessman Uchiha Sasuke, but Sakura was not going to tolerate his presence any longer, not without knowing why the hell he was here, squeezing Ryu's hand once more she excused herself, telling him that she needed to play hostess for a little while and thank the guests for coming. A poor but believable excuse.
She couldn't even bring herself to socialize with other guests, she was just too curious about the Uchiha and it was a good distraction from the guilt she was feeling towards her fiancé. Casually taking the seat next to Naruto, she nudged him, "So Naruto." She drawled, once she had his attention.
"Who's your friend?"
"Which one Sakura-chan?" He asked through a mouthful of ramen.
She gave him a dry look.
"Your date, Naruto. By the way does Hinata know you swing both ways?"
He choked, "Eew, Sakura-chan, Sasuke and I- ugh just eew Sakura-chan."
"You saying I'm eew dobe?"
Shocked Sakura lifted her gaze to the man sitting next to Naruto, he hadn't noticed her appearance, because he had been angled in the opposite way talking to Neji, but Neji had obviously left the table and the use of his name by Naruto had evidently alerted him to their conversation.
Running her gaze over him, she couldn't help the way her eyes lingered on his lips, soft, warm lips. His mouth quirked up in a smirk, and she flushed as she realized it was in response to her staring, dragging her eyes up to his she said.
"I was just asking Naruto, if Hinata knew he brought another date, a male one,"
She saw, with a flush of amusement, the way his jaw clenched, his very sexy jaw, covered in delicious stubble, and he turned accusing eyes on a wide-eyed Naruto,
"Why?" he hissed. "Does everyone always think we gay"
"Teme." Naruto began nervously.
"I swear I didn't say anything."
"Really?" Sasuke growled.
"Well not this time anyway, it's not my fault you so pretty."
Sakura let out a peal of laughter at that, causing both of them to turn towards to her.
"You two, are just hilarious." She breathed out.
"Who's hilarious dear?"
All three of them turned to look at Ryu who had arrived at the table. Sakura stiffened, unable to push down the guilt of kissing another man, a man who stood right next to Ryu.
"Nothing." She said hastily, getting up from the chair next to Naruto.
She met Sasuke's eyes as she did, and she could see the curiosity in them, they hadn't formally introduced themselves to one another again, nor had they addressed their previous meeting or the kiss. The extremely steamy kiss, but all she knew is that she wanted him and Ryu as far away as possible from each other.
Quickly before they could do any sort of introductions she said, "Lets mingle with the guests a bit, I got stuck at this table, and they probably all think I'm being quite rude, what with the disaster of my shoe and all."
Before Ryu had time to respond or protest, she grabbed his hand and tugged him away. Uchiha Sasuke was here because he knew Naruto, a strange coincidence, but a coincidence nonetheless, she'd just have to catch him before he left, and make sure he didn't pitch up for the wedding tomorrow.
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He watched her leave, admiring the curve of her back visible through her cascading pink curls.
"Don't even think about it teme."
He raised a questioning brow in the blondes direction.
"I saw how you looked at her, Sakura-chan is a taken women."
"So?" he cursed himself as soon as the words came out of his mouth, it wasn't that he was interested in her, it was that she intrigued him, he noticed the way she stiffened when her fiancé approached, her entire demeanor changing and the way she had dragged him away, as soon as he arrived, the way guilt swam in her eyes when she looked at him, she obviously felt guilty about the kiss, but it was something more, something deeper that he just had to know. It was so obvious she wasn't happy, she did a damn good job at pretending she was, but he could see the cracks in her façade and he wondered if he could only see them because he had met her earlier when all her shields were down or if everyone around was turning a blind eye.
"So, so!" Naruto basically shrieked.
"She's getting married tomorrow, that's why!'
"Listen dobe, I'm not going to do anything, don't get your ramen boxers in a knot."
Naruto spluttered incoherently, before letting out a slew of curses his way, but Sasuke was too distracted by a smidgen of pink that he caught in his peripheral, disappearing through the main doorway.
"I'll be right back."
"Hey, teme, where you going?"
But Sasuke was already halfway to the doorway, and didn't answer.
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It was all just a little too much for her, the fake smiling, the congratulations, the endless sea of questions.
"Are you excited for tomorrow?"
"Where's the honeymoon."
"Have you quit your job yet?"
"When can we expect a baby?"
It had grown quite uncomfortable at the last question, and she had excused herself, trying to ignore Ryu's stricken expression as she fled out of the banquet hall, turning into the short corridor where the bathrooms were located.
She paused, her hand hovering over the bathroom door listening to the chatter of women within, she couldn't deal with more people right now, especially not a bunch of ladies. Turning she all but fled down the hall, back into the foyer and out the main doors, she turned down the cobblestone path that led to the many cottages that served as sleeping areas in the resort, it was silent except for the clicking of her shoes against the stone, until all of a sudden, it wasn't.
The footsteps were so soft she almost didn't hear them, but before she could turn, and arm had snaked around her waist, turning her around, and bringing her flush against a strong chest.
"Sneaking away, so soon Sa-ku-ra?"
She gaped, her eyes alighting on a pair of smokey charcoal ones.
"Sasuke?"
"What are you, ugh" She huffed, as she tried to extricate herself from him.
"Let go off me, anyone could see." She hissed, they were standing right in the middle of the moonlit pathway, cottages on either side of them, the one she was staying at was still way down the path, and she felt unbearably exposed, but Sasuke it seemed had no intention of letting go, tightening his grip around her waist, he lifted her, like literally lifted her off the ground and walked them off the path until her back was pressed against the wall of one of the cottages and her shoes were sinking slightly into the damp grass.
"Better now?" he murmured, obviously referring to the fact that they were now shrouded in darkness. His hand was still firmly around her waist, and she could feel every hard inch of him against her, his breath stirred the curls at her nape, distracting her temporarily, from questioning why exactly he had intercepted her. When he had kissed her before, she hadn't had time to soak him in, how he smelled or the way he felt against her, it had been to quick and she had been late for…
Her wedding, oh god Ryu…what was she doing.
Snapping her eyes upwards she said, "No, it's not better, get your hands off me."
When he didn't budge she said, "I mean it Uchiha, I'm an engaged women."
At that he raised his eyebrow, "Then shouldn't you be at your wedding rehearsal." He questioned mockingly.
"I need to get a good night sleep before my big day." She said.
'It's not even eight yet."
"I'm an early sleeper." She shot back.
"Don't lie to me."
"I don't even know you." That was a very true statement, except for their conversation in the coffee shop and the fact that he was like a millionaire, she didn't know him at all, odd because despite his stranger status, she felt unusually safe around him.
He still hadn't answered her and she was beginning to feel flushed at his close proximity.
"Why?" she blurted.
He cocked an eyebrow at her questioningly.
"Why are you here, and I don't mean here, I mean why do you have me pressed up against a wall, like a caveman?"
"You…intrigue me." He murmured after a beat.
"I intrigue you?"
"Hn." He said, he was so close she could feel the warmth of his breath, and in the watery moonlight, she could see that his eyes were trained on her lips, experimentally, she swiped her tongue over them. The effect was instantaneous, his eyes found hers, gaze hot, grey eyes molten liquid and he dipped his head down until their lips were inches apart.
Some part of her brain knew that she shouldn't be goading him, that small part of her told her to distract him from her lips, so she prompted. "I intrigue you?"
"Why?"
He let out a sigh before he spoke.
"You have pink hair, and annoyingly happy ringtone, when you obviously not happy. You also shoved cake into my mouth the first time we met, and didn't fawn over me."
She blinked taking in all what he had just said. Then she grinned.
"Oh, but I did mentally."
She only had a second to curse herself for her answer, because as soon as she did, she saw the intention in his eyes, and it was too late to stop him, hell she didn't even know if she wanted to stop him.
All she knew is that she stopped thinking when his lips landed on hers, he kissed her like he was drowning and she was air. His lips melded to hers, devouring her mouth with a soul searing kiss, she could taste the wine on his lips, and she let out a mewl of pleasure when he tipped her head back and kissed her deeper, she could feel the cool stone of the wall through her dress, and the heat of him from where he pressed into her, his hands moved from her waist, to splay across her bare back, exposed because of the low cut of her dress. His cool fingers on her heated flesh, caused an electric current to zip across her spine, and she moaned into the kiss, dragging her fingers through his inky locks, she tugged on them, hard. Sasuke growled at her actions, the sexiest, fucking growl she ever heard.
His mouth left hers, landing on her neck, and she felt a jolt of pleasure as he nipped and sucked at her skin, biting just hard enough to draw blood, before laving her skin with a swipe of his tongue. His fingers raised a trail of fire as he hitched her leg up and pulled the fabric of her dress up until it was bunched up and the smooth skin of her leg and thigh was exposed, he ran his fingers up and down her thigh, as he drew her lips against his once more. She could feel his hardness against her, and she rolled her hips against his, seeking friction, he hissed at her actions, threading his hands through her hair and yanking her head back, exposing the smooth column of her neck. The arm of her dress had slipped, and he followed the path of exposed skin, from her collarbone down to her cleavage, lingering on the creamy fullness of her semi-bared breast.
"Sakura" he rasped, his voice deep.
As he leaned in again, the sound of high pitched laughter froze them both, she could hear the clicking of shoes, and giggles as two people made their way back to their room, all the guests were staying at the resort, for the wedding. Oh god, the wedding.
They both remained absolutely still, their harsh breathing, the only sound, as they waited for them to pass. It felt like eternity until she heard their footsteps fade, as soon as they did she yanked herself out of his grasp, immediately he tried to re-capture her, but she stepped around him, and out of arms reach. Hastily she repositioned her dress, running trembling fingers through her hair, she didn't even want to imagine how she looked.
"Sakura." Sasuke called, his tone cautious as he took a step towards her.
"Stop." She said, raising a hand up, "Don't come near me."
He didn't listen, and took another step forward.
"I said stop." Her voice sounded shrill, and high. She felt sick, how could she, how could she have done such a despicable thing, and on the eve of her wedding.
"Sakura." He tried again, he didn't try and come forward this time.
'It's not your fault.'
It was her fault. But it was his too.
"I'm fucking engaged." She hissed. "I know you didn't know that at the coffee shop, but you knew that now."
"How dare you." She said backing away from him, "How dare you kiss me."
She knew she was being irrational, but she couldn't help it. Apparently Sasuke thought so too.
"I may have kissed you Sakura." He said, his voice absolutely devoid of emotion.
"But I'm not the one who's engaged."
His words were like a slap of reality, she wasn't ready to acknowledge that, not yet.
"Don't come to the wedding." She all but yelled in a last ditch attempt to gain control over the situation.
He smirked then, an absolutely wicked expression on his face, but before he could open his mouth in what she was positive was a heartless taunt, she turned on her heel, and hastily began walking away, she was a good amount of feet away from him when he called.
"I hope he kisses you like I just did."
From the tone of his voice, it was obvious he knew, that no one else would ever kiss her like he just did.
She pretended, she didn't hear him.
They both didn't notice that fact that Naruto, had just witnessed their incriminating conversation.
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Note: First off, I know it has been like a year since I wrote the first chapter, but I always intended on finishing this. Given the huge time difference between chapters, some of it may not flow so nicely, or have the same feel as chapter 1. Forgive me for this, I did revise chapter one, but I re-read it and there are some issues, like the total lack of commas, I will go back and fix them. I'm having a internet problem, so this is all via my phone, so sorry if you spot some mistakes.
Secondly, I think this turned out okay, I never intended to take so long to get to it, so the writing style may be a bit different, as well as the fact that some things mentioned in chapter one, were maybe not carried over ect. This is going to be a three-shot, I'll try and not make you guys wait another year.
If you spot something hugely off, tell me, but please bear in mind that I'm well aware that this concept is a bit odd, with the whole share a table with a stranger in a coffee shop, and make out with them, but its fanfiction.
Tell me what you think:)