Progress or Lack Thereof
"Oh god, Hikaru!" I screamed. I squealed moan and shouted tossing my head back and forth with the uncontrollable urge to push harder, moan louder and scream. Hikaru was not making love to me. He was fucking me and there was nothing gentle about it.
I pulled his shoulders down and braced myself so I could raise my hips up higher. One hand was beside my head while the other was gripping my ass firmly. He groaned and cried out as he came and I followed just behind but continued to move my body against him to bring myself to my own end with satisfaction.
It has been Hikaru and nothing but Hikaru for ages. We had sex practically daily and it every venue possible. On my bed, in my bathroom, in the kitchen, the living room, his room, his office, and pretty much anywhere he could lift my skirt and slip inside. He was insatiable and it was terrifying as it was thrilling.
What the hell happened to make him so damn horny all the time? It can't be me. He's been sleeping with me since we were teens so what gives?
Oh screw that, I don't care. I tried to catch my breath and wiped the sweat off of my face. Hikaru remained inside me his weight on his elbows. He too was catching his breath. A moment passed before he rolled off of me and onto the softness of his bed.
I blinked at the ceiling letting my eyes trace over the unnecessary decorations that adorned every bedroom in the Hitachiin mansion. Somehow, I didn't mind them so much when I needed to regain control of my breathing. It also gave me a mild distraction from the fact that I still hadn't conceived.
Hikaru's hands were pressed to his forehead while he arched back and groaned. It wasn't an unhappy one but one of contentment and satiation. I felt a tug at the corner of my lips but didn't fully smile at this.
"Damn, Haru." He muttered.
I rolled to my side and propped my head up on one hand, letting the other graze his chest for a brief moment. He peaked at me lifting one hand off his eye. I bit my lip leaned down and kissed his cheek before sliding out of bed.
I picked up my lavender silky spaghetti strapped dress from the floor and slid it on over my naked body. Fully aware of Hika's eyes on me. I didn't see my underwear around so I shrugged and looked for my high-heeled shoes and slipped them on. I don't like high heels, I hate them actually. Then again it's not like I have a choice when it comes to what the twins let me wear.
I brushed my hands through my short brown hair to smooth it out a bit and then proceeded to do the same to the dress before wandering off to the en-suit to clean up a bit more.
Hika didn't get out of bed. He had rolled to his side when I came out of the restroom. He had a bemused expression on his face, one similar to that of a cat with cream. Satisfied and hungry at the same time. I rolled my eyes at him before picking up my purse, leaving the room and closing the door with an audible click.
I loved that guy, but he irritated me just the same. Our relationship is so weird but for us, this is normal. What was weird was that he willing let me leave that room. There was not argument, no begging for me to say, no goading, no teasing... nothing but that self-satisfied smile. Like he knew exactly how I burned when he set me over the edge. My body flushed though at the memory of just a few minutes ago. Then my cheeks flamed when I recalled that smirk of his.
Damn it. That was the trick. He made me leave thinking about him.
Bastard.
I frowned and continued to do so until I headed downstairs past the housekeepers dusting the frames and tables. Past the doorman and all the way to the chauffeur who had waited for me for nearly a half hour while Hikaru refused to let me go.
"Where to Miss?" Asked the relatively young driver. He wasn't new, nor was he any younger than myself or the twins but he wasn't as old as the driver that usually drove us around.
I reached into my bag and pulled my appointment book out. Standard edition, I am told, by the Ouran Circle for my dates. I use it sparingly since most of my calls are last minute. Not to mention I am pretty good at keeping things straight using my own memory.
I ran my fingers across the cover with a habit I had unknowingly developed, tracing the O and then flipping the book open. The page had a name, a date/time and location.
"Tropical Aqua Garden, please" I couldn't help but add my bit of politeness, since usually the boys and other circle members tend to forget that their 'help' were actually people. From what I can tell, the drivers, housekeepers, cooks and other employees appreciate it when they are acknowledged. Not to mention it's just plain good manners.
I didn't care that most of high society wasn't supposed to act this way. Newsflash to them, I wasn't born into it like they were. I had respect for the average worker and damn it if I wasn't going to drill some of that into the twins. I might as well drill it into some of the Circle as well while I am at it.
The driver chuckled. "I wondered why you were dressed for Summer."
I grinned at him. We were nearing the end of November and the heat was leaving rather quickly. It was a tad warm but it was probably just an off day. The season would be cold soon and Kyoya asked me to join him at his families side project establishment before the season picked up. Guest from all over would be flocking to the facility to enjoy the warmth of a false summer.
Personally I find it a waste. Winter is a very nice season and all these people just throw away their hard-earned money on something so frivolous. Why not just enjoy what the season has to offer and move on to the next one like normal people?
I will never understand the rich.
The drive took nearly forty-five minutes to which I had time to go over my date book. The driver didn't talk to me except to ask if I minded if he played music. I didn't, of course. He had sung along to various pop songs both in Japanese and even Korean. I admit I enjoyed his voice.
My schedule was crystal clear with few dates planned. Not much can be done anyway with me being exclusively Hikaru's "girlfriend" for the time being. My lovers would not be seeing me as such for some time. Besides who would find the prospect of dating a pregnant whore? I cared about as much as I cared about a nat on a window sill about how I am not supposed to call myself a whore. Kyoya may have forbidden me of saying so in front of him, but facts are just that. I slept around. Even if it's just with the Circle.
We pulled up to a large building with a glass roof. Botanical gardens tended to have such green house appearances. The interior could be seen through the roof and it was filled with tree tops of exotic palms. Below you couldn't see inside unless you were well pass the front doors.
I stepped out, thanked the driver after he was so kind as to open it himself. I could have done it myself, but knowing after all these years that they preferred to open the door, I let them. It was just a door and even though I loath to admit it, I was used to men opening doors for me. Growing up with spoiled rich bastards had that particular drawback.
Kyoya was talking to the receptionist and various hosts and employees when I stepped through the heavy glass double doors, opened by two doormen on either side.
His eyes glance over to where I stood and did a quick up down glance to take in my appearance. A slow, subtle smirk graced his lips while the sun glinted off his eyeglasses. Once he turned back to his audience he dismissed them to do their various jobs. Then with a cool, carefree and self-important posture, he strode over to where I stood.
"Dressed for the season." He stated as greeting before giving me another once over with his hungry eyes. "Pity it must stay so."
I rolled my eyes. "You booked this after I started so I'm sure that sex isn't why you called me over."
Kyoya grinned. "Pragmatic and blunt as usual."
He took the lead and walked down a very bright hallway, "As you can see, Haruhi. This facility is a resort to rest, relax and restore while those who missed the summer do not have to fret over the winter holidays. There is a hot spring, a pool and a replica of a beach. We also have rivers and ponds surrounded by abundant foliage and exotic creatures."
I looked around as we exited the hall and into a wide room that reached up, up and up to the sky. The palms swaying in a false breeze, mostly due to a massive air conditioning system that blew out a tropical breeze. I was grateful for the skimpy dress now.
"What does this have to do with me?" I asked, curious as to why he asked me of all people to come. I don't really enjoy these sorts of resorts and he knew it.
"Why it's because of you that we were able to create this." He stated with mock surprise with his voice.
"Excuse me." I replied with doubt and skepticism.
He continued to walk forward while he maintained a self-satisfied smirk. What is it with the men in my life and their smug attitudes today?
I let out an exasperated sigh and followed him, my purse clutched in my hands. I squeezed my frustration into the little bag and let it go. He will make sense eventually. I just have to keep patient.
We found ourselves standing in front of a metal elevator against a far wall between two pillars entwined with hibiscus flowers. The door opened and we stepped inside but the moment the door closed he was upon me. His arms wrapped around my waist and his lips were pressed into mine. I admit, I was surprised.
I was even more surprised that he would lift me up and press my body against the wall while his hands roamed under my dress. His nimble fingers trailed up my thigh and under my backside before stopping. He paused and pulled his face back, a full-blown knowing smile plastered on his face.
"Well, well. Isn't this a surprise." His fingers traced the line where my underwear would have been. Crap. I forgot about that.
I didn't betray my surprise at his discovery but pulled every trick I knew on schooling my features and returning his teasing tone with a confident rebuttal.
"Amazing that you of all people could be surprised." I returned to sarcasm any chance I had because honestly, it was the best defense against rich arrogant bastards. Inside however my body was trebling for him to touch me.
He let his fingers lower and curve around my thigh to touch me gently. I moaned. The involuntary reaction boosted his confidence as he returned to kissing my and trailing a few down my neck to the damned weak spot behind my ear. Both of his hands were roaming my body, one above cupping and gripping my breasts while the other slipped a finger or two under and in.
My body went ridged with excitement. I wanted this, I wanted it so much. I just couldn't think and before he could press himself against me with his own excitement, the door dinged our floor and he practically dropped me to the floor. I was flushed.
He wasn't.
The door opened and he turned and walked out the elevator, forcing me to do nothing but fight my arousal and follow him, turned on and frustrated.
A woman greeted us before we walked up to the large double doors of an office. This must be administration. I nodded when the woman behind the desk greeted me, then eyeing me with uncertain recognition. Great, just was I needed. Please don't let my sudden infamy have spread this far.
The woman didn't betray her suspicions but took note when Kyoya said he wasn't to be disturbed while he concluded business with his colleague. I can only assume he was referring to me.
He closed the door and guided me to the center of the large office. It was immaculate with large windows facing outwards over the expanse of the foliage. He had the perfect view of all guests and the counterfeit ocean.
I wandered over to look out the window, taking in the view and I can't believe how beautiful it was. I felt my breath hitch in my throat when I felt Kyoya touch my shoulder. I looked to my right to find his hand there but glance back to my left to see him standing beside me.
My body is so confused but something tells me that even though he had that brief contact with me in the elevator that he wasn't interested in continuing where we left off. I guess I should be grateful because I wouldn't have to worry about screwing things up with Hika.
"This land was procured with our dealings with Komitsuzawa. The Aquatic Botanical Gardens were made possible by your contribution to the circle. However indirect." Kyoya continued.
"Oh" I replied. Understanding exactly what he meant. This was the resort that came from my mistake. My stupidity for taking a job with a client that was dangerous. For running away in the middle of the night and risking my life on an open road.
The hand on my shoulder gripped tighter and pulled me away from the view before us. He guided me to the chair before his desk and let me take a seat. Instead of taking the one across the table and making this more into a business meeting he took a seat on the chair next to me turning it slightly to face me. We were two people in conversation not two lovers, two associates or even friends. This was cordial and comfortable.
I still hadn't regain control of my turned on body but I had found a state where I wasn't squirming with need of touch.
"Is this why you asked me here?" I prompted.
Kyoya crossed his legs and leaned back to enjoy the view of me sitting across from him. I rolled my eyes while he let his eyes roam over me.
"That, and I wanted to see how things were progressing." His smirk returned.
My head fell to my chest breaking eye contact. It's been six months. Six months and nothing. When I had that conversation with the Hitachiin family, or rather when Hikaru declared his intention to knock me up in front of our parents, it had been late November. Last year.
True I continued my job as usual until the articles started surfacing and didn't finally decide to take on this goal till May but I didn't think it would take this long. I was frustrated, tired and disappointed.
I didn't have to say any of this to Kyoya. He knew all of this just by looking at me.
"I apologize for kissing you." He sated uncrossing his legs. He didn't necessarily lean closer but his face grew serious. "For one such as you, the intimacy was nothing more than a torment. I had hoped that by now the situation had changed. Had you conceived, I would have proceeded to take you up on this desk. Now I have only succeeded in frustrating and possibly disappointed you."
I didn't look up any more than I needed. "What can I do?"
There was a pause for silence while he took in my words. There had to be some sort of solution. Something to speed up the process.
Kyoya let out a breath and leaned forward taking my hand in his. All serious and business, there was no betrayal of the man who once professed that he would have chosen me as his. Only his. This was the face of someone who cared but not loved. Well, at least there was some concern but it didn't help ease my ache for the touch of someone new. So what if this makes me sound like a slut. At this point in my life, who the fuck cares what I do.. or who for that matter.
But logic rules my actions before my body could even begin to react. Hikaru.
Hikaru would care. It's for him that I am going to go through this hell. I owe it to him. To the whole damn family.
And I owe it to myself to have one child without regret.
"Focus on your schooling. Continue with Hikaru and possibly before long it will happen. Nothing in your files states that you are infertile. Your medical records are clear. There is no damage from the contraceptive and your miscarriage had nothing to do with compatibility, or your biology. It was a fluke. A natural phenomenon that should never had happened." He patted my hand to make sure the words sank into my muddled mind.
Leaning back into his seat, his legs crossing again. "I do, however, have to say I am impressed with your progress at the University. I daresay, Miss Fujioka, that you will be receiving your degree at quite a young age for one of this profession."
I blinked at him then frowned. I shouldn't be surprised that he would know but I was. This was Tamaki's territory. It was his families school. Kyoya was not a part of that business as far as I was aware.
"Is that the real reason I am here?" I asked cutting out any more games, or conversational segues.
A real genuine chuckle escaped his throat. "Quick to the core, Haruhi. As always there is nothing I can put past you."
He reached over to the desk beside us and picked up a file. It was thick and filled with copy paper and newspaper clippings. Who knew what else was inside this mess of collective data.
Unconsciously my hand reached for it, and he grinned placing the file in my safe keeping. "After all, since I won't be having my way with you, this will have to do. There would be no merit in wasting your time, or my own."
His other hand came to grasp my wrist. "However, you give me such a tempting offer that I can't refuse. I may not be able to fuck you but I won't have any girl of the Circle leaving my office sexually frustrated and -" he eyed me up and down, "dripping with anticipation."
Oh holy shit.
My brain shut down. He pulled me up standing removing the file from my hands and lifted me to the desk where he previously planned on ravishing me.
I sat there while he brought his hands to the base of my skirt, sliding it up and revealing the obvious omission to my attire. He grazed his fingers over my thigh, then to the apex between, soon to be exploring my sensitive core.
A loud moan escaped my mouth and a smirk lit up his before he forced me back with one hand. I complied and laid down upon the expensive wood. My eyes squeezed shut when I felt the wet, warmth of his tongue touch me and thoroughly explore the depths.
My legs wrapped around his neck without my meaning to and I felt him flick in and out, up to my sensitive nub then back in again. His expertise astounded me. Mostly because he ever did this to me before. It was always straight forward, or backwards, but it was still just normal. This was something I shared with the twins, and Honey.
I squirmed at the thought that finally after all this time. Another of my lovers was working his way in and out of me, if not in the way I planned.
My body relaxed, tensed, relaxed and tensed again with each motion he gave me but soon, and it was too soon, I felt my climax. I rose up to meet him and forgot my silence and gave a loud cry. Then I actually cried.
I wasn't a sob, just tears. I didn't understand it but I figured it was just relief to finally do something like this without intent.
Kyoya stood before me, my legs wide open to him and he carefully wiped away any extra moisture from his face. Then he reached down to grab my hands, lifting me up.
I questioned him with my eyes glancing up and down. Wondering if he needed me to relive any tension he might have developed but a shake of his head answered my unvoiced question.
His hand came up to wipe the tears from my face. "Give it another month, then we can discuss fertility pharmaceuticals."
I nodded, stood up and straightened before picking up the file with my new job. I stepped forward and feeling bold I pecked Kyoya on the cheek, whispered 'Thank you' and left his office.
As I passed the receptionist I silently hoped she didn't hear what just transpired.
Kyoya
There are many things in this world that I would consider important and relevant to business, and personal gain. Being a member of the Ouran Circle has it's benefits whether for personal satisfaction or for the security of bringing a well-trained and educated companion to entrepreneurial functions.
I didn't become a member of this organization on a frivolous note as my closest colleagues had.
Tamaki Suoh broached the subject with me in our early years. The Ouran Circle was a society that was secret, one that was of his creation. One that would bind together those of us who needed trustworthy business partners. Family was allowed to join and as were acquaintances if they had the necessary contacts or finances.
Once the inclusion of the courtesans had been established the dynamic changed. These girls were discrete, poised and raised to be the companions of the rich and powerful without the hope or desperation to tie down in marriage. They joined because the Suoh family had known of them. One of which was a beautiful woman who happened to be the mother of our gracious leader.
Born out-of-wedlock, and into a family with no heirs, Tamaki was never one to turn away from the possibility of marrying a courtesan. He welcomed it and now that we decided that the girls needed to be protected, he chose one to protect himself as well.
Though his original choice wouldn't do, he was able to take on another whom he cared for just as much.
I find it humorous that his first choice would have been my only choice had I chosen from our plethora of damsels, as he would say.
She was a smart, feisty and determined soul and one who knew her own mind and wouldn't bend for no one. She was beholden to herself and belonged to no one man.
And she left my office not but moments ago.
I found my paperwork upon my hardwood desk in a disheveled state. Not that I minded the reason for it being so. Haruhi Fujioka was tempting. Much more than I had believed and far more so now that I have been forbidden to take her. She was the most compliant and passionate of my lovers. One who was up for anything and in any location. She was not as reserved as our other courtesans who expected to be treated like ladies while we used their bodies.
Having Haruhi in our fold was a joy. One that I would never admit out loud. Why should I? It would serve no purpose other than to irritate the two who laid claim over her heart. She may not see it that way. She may not understand that her choice of being a woman with many lovers was so that she didn't have to settle down with just one.
Perhaps it's out of habit now that she craves different touches. Being a prostitute with the MoeMoe group broke her in and taught her a new way of life. I regret using them, but it was necessary. It was unfortunate what happened while under their watch but in the end, we gained a massive amount of land for this venture.
I ordered my papers when a soft knock on my door sounded and the head of my rather nosy receptionist poked her head in.
"Mr. Otori." She said with a note book in hand. "You had a call from Mr. Suoh while you were busy with your .. um.. associate and your appointment with both Morinozuka and Haninozuka has been canceled. You also received this letter..." She pulled and envelope out from between the sheets of her notebook.
He took it from her and read the top corner where the return address stated clearly, Japan Weeklies. I glared at the title knowing full well that they were still seeking information that the Ouran Circle had private sex tapes or some other equally unflattering material. Ever since the articles about our group were released we had been hounded by one tabloid or another.
Everything in our power had been done to protect the girls because we, ourselves, have the attorney's and publicity managers to protect us. Which was why we needed her.
Our Haruhi was more than just a pretty face and sharp mind. She was both a member of the Ouran Circle and our friend – give or take how we portrayed it. She would be our courtesan and our attorney. What better way to show the world that these women, these courtesans were much more than what they seem.
I nodded at the envelope and filed it away with the rest inside my top left drawer.
"Thank you," I gave her my polite acceptance then with one fluid cool motion, I gave her my most charming host smile. "And, Miss Okada..."
She beamed up at me, expecting praise or acknowledgment.
"If word spreads that Miss Fujioka accompanied me this afternoon, you will be dismissed." I watched as her face blanch but she nodded and walked out of the office. That alone should be enough for her to forget Haruhi's cries of passion when I brought her bliss.
A/N: I've skipped weeks and months before in my stories but I've never jumped a whole six months. There really wasn't much that happened during that time that would help move things along, but, who knows, maybe one day I might squeeze in a chapter like I did when I rewrote Secret Adventures.
It's good to see some of you back faving, following and reviewing. Many of you have been dying for this sequel and I hope it's living up to expectations. Please continue to review. I do enjoy hearing what you think and you know that I don't mind talking about it with you. Please forgive me for any delays in updates. Things on this end are... not so great. Work, Sick, House hunting, Baby shots... yeah. Crazy Town.
