THE UNWANTED WIFE

CHAPTER 7

In a way, Misaki was excited for her trip to the US with Takumi. She felt like a school girl having a crush on a popular school boy. She couldn't stop grinning as she finished packing up her things. She had decided to take this trip as her opportunity for Takumi to get to know her. She knew it would be hard, but she is willing to try.

"Miss, Mr. Walker called." Satsuki said from the door. Misaki turned to her with a smile. "Err…he said to meet him at the airport." Misaki frowned, half disappointed. "The cap is here to take you." Misaki nodded.

Satsuki helped Misaki brought down her things. Misaki said her good-bye and get in the taxi.

The taxi parked in front of the terminal for Misaki to get off. A ticket in one hand, dragging her suitcase with the other, Misaki walked in looking for her gate to check in. Before she reached her gate, she ran into Hinata.

"Surprise to see you here." He greet warmly.

"Me, too." She smiled in greeting. She thought Hinata was very handsome in his business suite, of course, in a brotherly way.

"Where are you going?"

"To the US, for business. What about you?"

"Germany and for business." He smiled. There was a moment of silence. "How have you been?" He suddenly asked breaking the silent.

"Fine." She smiled weakly feeling a little awkward.

"Traveling alone?"

"Of course not." Takumi said as he made his way to them and stopped beside Misaki. Hinata rolled his eyes in annoyance. However, Takumi ignored him and turned to Misaki with a smile. "Sorry to interrupt your sweet moment with your…" He paused as his eyes shifted to Hinata. "With him." Misaki frowned. "As much as I'd like to miss this flight, but grandfather will be disappointed if we do."

Hinata was a little irritated by Takumi's behaviors but he turned to Misaki and smiled. "It was nice seeing you again, Misaki. Have a safe trip."

"Y-You, too." It was all Misaki could get out as she watched Hinata disappeared into the busy crowds.

"You can stop staring at him." Misaki turned to him with a scowl. "I know you are disappointed that it's not him, but instead it's me who's on this trip with you." He said dryly as he started to walk away. "You better get moving if you still want to make this flight." He continued to walk without waiting for her.

Misaki stood there angry. How can he think of her? But at the same time, why was she so surprised? He is Takumi Walker after all. He doesn't give a damn about anyone's feelings. Calming down her rage, she followed him with her suitcase trail behind her.

They were on a business first class and Misaki had to say it was one of the most comfortable flights she had ever been in.

As they were buckled down for the take off, Misaki was still angry and irritated of Takumi' attitude. He was sitting across from her, with his eyes pinning on hers. This time she refused to back down. She also cast a dark look at him.

"Welcome to SS Airline." Said the flight attendance as she gave a flirtatious smile down at Takumi.

Misaki shifted her gaze to the woman. She was young and pretty, a blonde. Takumi cast her one of his charming smile and nodded.

"Enjoy your flight." She said keeping her eyes locked with his for a brief moment before leaving.

Misaki clearly sees the young woman was attracted to Takumi and without realizing it, she became very jealous. She sighed in annoyance and crossed her arms over her chest leaning back against her seat in irritation, looking out at the small window.

Takumi was amused and a grin tugged at his lips. He thought she's very adorable when she's mad.

After the take off, the flight attendant came by again. She stood by Misaki giving Misaki her back while she smiled down at Takumi.

"Would you like something to drink, sir?" She asked leaning down toward him.

Takumi looked up with a charming smile. "No, thank you. I am fine."

"Are you sure? We've got first class wine."

"It's alright."

The woman frowned. Before she could respond to a sudden shift of the plane causes her to stumble forward into Takumi's lap. She took that opportunity and gave him a full view of her chest.

Misaki stared at them with wide eyes. Her brows knitted together into a scowl when Takumi glanced her way. She was annoyed and irritated with the woman.

"Oh, I am so sorry, sir." She purred as she slowly pulled herself away from him.

Misaki cleared her throat, "Excuse me, Miss," The woman turned toward Misaki. "I'd like a glass of water when you're done flirting with my husband." Misaki said sharply.

The woman stiffened in humiliation and was half surprised as if she didn't know Misaki was there.

Takumi brow arched. He was surprised at Misaki's remarks.

The woman quickly excused herself and came back with a bottle of water for Misaki. She was too embarrassed to say anything as she walked away.

A grin tugged at Takumi lips.

Ignoring Takumi, Misaki took a sip of the drink. She grabbed the magazine and flip through it. All the while Takumi was still staring at her, grinning.

It was a long trip to the US and Misaki was looking forward to a long, good night sleep before starting out the day. When they got to the hotel and check in, they ran into another problem. Misaki could understand, but didn't think Takumi would be happy.

"Is there anything else, Mr. Walker?" Asked the clerk at the front desk.

"No. Thank you." Takumi said with a smile. Misaki's arched her bow.

The clerk called one of the workers. "He'll show you to your suite. Enjoy your stay and let us know if you need anything, Mr. and Mrs. Walker." The clerk smiled warmly at them.

At the same moment, Takumi's cell phone rings. He took the call and waved his hand for Misaki to continue on without him. Misaki took one last glance at Takumi before following the staff to their suite.

The suite they were staying in was very big. The staff put their suitcases down and headed to the big bay window and opened the curtains. Misaki scanned the room and thought it was a very nice suite.

The staff walked over to her with a bright smile. "Is there anything else you'd like, Mrs. Walker?"

Misaki shook her head and smiled. "No, thank you." She handed him the tip.

"Enjoy your stay and let us know if you need anything." He slightly nodded and walked off.

Misaki walked over to the window and looked out at the view. It would be nice if this was a vacation and not a business trip. But thinking about it even if this was a vacation, it would not be any difference. Her husband was not with her.

Misaki tossed and turned in her sleep. She sat up on the bed and glanced at the clock, 2 AM. She sighed loudly and lay back down on the bed. She knew why she couldn't sleep. It was because of Takumi. Her husband is gone and he may very well be in another woman's bed. The thought of him with another woman was driving her crazy.

She jumped out of bed and paced around the room. 'This is crazy, Misaki. You shouldn't think about him.' She walked over to the bed and sat down. 'Why should I care where he is? Obviously he doesn't care about me.' She sighed and decided to get some sleep, tomorrow was the meeting.

Next morning Misaki got a call from the lobby.

"Mr. Walker is expecting you for breakfast this morning, Mrs. Walker."

Misaki was half surprised and confused. "Er…Is he there with you?" She finally asked.

"No. He's waiting for you at the Bristle Restaurant and he said you must meet him at 7 AM sharp."

Misaki rolled her eyes in annoyance. "He's even bossy when I'm not around." She mumbled to herself.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, I'll be right down."

Misaki wasn't sure if she should meet Takumi for breakfast. She was still upset that he didn't return last night. He didn't even call or leave a message with the front desk of where he was. She sighed, annoyed with herself for feeling this way. She was overprotective and of what? He doesn't even consider her as his wife.

Misaki made her way in the restaurant and was greeted by a waitress. "Mrs. Walker?" Misaki frowned in confusion, but figure Takumi probably told her he was expecting her. She nodded. "Mr. Walker is waiting for you." She smiled brightly.

'Of course he's waiting.' Misaki thought with irritation.

"Please follow me, I'll show you to your table." She said and led Misaki to the other side of the room.

She saw Takumi sitting at the corner reading a paper. Like always, he was very handsome in his suit. The thought of him and that night… Her heart skipped a beat and hastened its pace at the thought. Warmth flooded her cheeks.

As they approached, Takumi put down the paper and looked up at Misaki and grinned, making his eyes twinkle in the most attractive manner. Her heart began to race again as she looked into those eyes as she took a seat across from him. She doesn't like the fact that she has his full attention on her because she doesn't know what facial expression she should make.

"Would you like something to drink?" Asked the waitress breaking the silent.

"Orange juice, please." Misaki managed to choke out trying to avoid his gaze.

"More coffee for you, sir?" She turned to Takumi.

"Yes and give us a moment." The waitress nodded and left.

'Great! What's he up to now?' Misaki thought to herself. Refusing to look up and met his gaze, she clenched and unclenched the napkin on her lap.

"Last night…" Takumi finally started to say.

"Oh my, Takumi!"

A woman's voice interrupted him before he could get another word out. They both turned to see who it is. She was tall, slim with long ash blonde hair. She rushed to them and threw her arms around Takumi. She was practically sitting on his lap.

"I didn't expect to see you here." She said to Takumi and doesn't seem to know Misaki was also sitting there.

Takumi frowned and looked at Misaki who was still surprised of what had just happened.

"I had so much fun last night…" She continued on.

"Vicky," Takumi interrupted her as he grabbed her hands and pulled away from her hold.

Vicky frowned and finally noticed Misaki sitting across from them looking very shocked and annoyed. Misaki shot Takumi a sour look.

"Who is this?" Vicky asked looking at Misaki up and down. "Oh, she must be your client!" She suddenly answered her own question with a smile as she turned to Takumi. "I've forgot that you are here on a business trip." She reached for him again.

Misaki sighed with irritation. "I am not his client. I am his wife." She said.

Vicky stopped and turned to Misaki with puzzlement, but quickly replaced it with a smile. "You must be joking. Takumi?" She turned to Takumi and back to Misaki. "Married? And to you?" She said it with a little disgusted.

"Yes, a little hard to believe and I'm sure it's even harder for you to get over him. I am his wife; you can ask him if you like." Misaki turned to Takumi with an innocent smile. "Isn't that right, Honey?"

Takumi arched his brows.

"Takumi?" Vicky turned to him with a frown. Takumi was displeased and didn't answer.

Vicky didn't need an answer from him to know. No wonder he had turned her down last night when she offered herself to him. She stood and half shocked with the new.

"Takumi Walker married." She said aloud. It was more to herself. "Wow, I never thought this day would come." She laughed bitterly as she turned to Misaki. "I must warn you, no one, let alone you of all the women will keep him tied down. All these years I have known him, he will never be satisfied with just you. I don't know what you did to get him to marry you, but enjoy it while it lasts."

Misaki frowned.

Vicky leaned down and placed a kiss on Takumi's cheek. "That's too bad, but you know where my condo is if you should get tired of her." She grinned giving Misaki an evil look and walked off.

There was a long pause of silence. Misaki was hurt at the thought of him spending the night with that woman. She was up all night worrying about him when all he cares about is getting into another woman's bed. Heartache quickly replaced with anger and she was pouting in her seat refused to look at him.

Takumi was amused as he watched Misaki. He knew what she was thinking. "Are you jealous?"

'What the hell kind of question is that?' Misaki thought angrily ,still refusing to look at him. She clenched her fists on her lap. 'You cannot get angry, Misaki. You are nothing but an unwanted wife.' She forced her raging heart to slow down before glancing up to meet his gaze.

"Why? I have no right to be jealous." She simply said with plain expression. Takumi frowned. "After all, I am your wife in name only…" Her voice trailed off as she looked away.

Takumi's smile disappeared and he can see the hurt in her eyes and in her voice. Before he could respond or comment, the waitress walked over.

"Are you ready to order?" She smiled.

Misaki shook her head. "No, thank you. I suddenly lost my appetite." The waitress frowned with puzzlement and turned to Takumi.

Takumi leaned back against his chair. "We are fine." He said keeping his eyes on Misaki. He handed the waitress the money for the drinks.

For the rest of the day, Misaki kept to herself ignoring Takumi. During the meeting, Takumi glanced over to Misaki a few times, but each time she was looking down and seems lost in her own thoughts.

Frustrated and angry, Takumi dropped Misaki off in front of the hotel.

"Be ready by 7 PM." He said as he drove off with screeches of tires.

Misaki watched as he drove off. At that point nothing mattered, she was hurt and disappointed.

Misaki didn't want to go to the diner party that they were invited to, but to refuse was not an option.

It was almost time for her to leave and she has less than an hour to get ready. She was still debating whether she should go or not, but was best to just go and see what happens because she knows what will happen if she chooses to not attend.

She reached for her silk, blue cocktail dress hanging in the closet. It was a spaghetti straps, short and elegant, but not slutty dress. She slid it on and zipped it up than she stepped in front of the mirror and glanced at her reflection. The thin material clung to her body, gracefully accenting her feminine curves. She wondered what Takumi would think of her.

When she got down to the lobby she was informed by one of the staffs that Takumi will be meeting with her at the party. He had a limo picked her up and dropped her off at the party. That pretty much ruined the evening. Cursing under her breath as she stepped out of the limo, she stood for a moment staring at the building. She took a deep breath and made her way inside.

Inside, Takumi was sitting at a table with a few of his old friends. Ignoring their teasing comments, he kept his eyes on the entrance.

"What happened to Vicky? I thought for sure she was the one."

As if sensing her presence, he turned toward the entrance. His heart thudded. He was taken by her beauty and didn't realize he was staring with jaw hanging.

Misaki could feel her cheeks reddened as all eyes were on her. Swallowing the lump in her throat she lifted her chin and stepped into the ballroom.

Takumi watched uneasily as one of the men approached her, and felt a particular satisfaction when she turned him away. Apparently, he was not the first, who'd failed to win her favor as others were lining up.

Misaki searched the crowd for Takumi, but couldn't see him. A handsome young man approached her with a charming smile, before she could react; she felt the warmth of a hand on her arm. She looked up, his tender gaze reaching inside her.

"Dance with me." He said. It wasn't a question.

Before Misaki could reply, she was swept into his arms, the tenderness of his touch softening her heart, melting her in his arms. She was no longer angry at him and all those hurtful feeling had washed away. She only embraced him closer, tighter, longing, depending, wishing they could stay like this forever, feeling the warmth of his body reach through the thin silk garment covering hers. They spent the rest of the evening in silent appreciation of one another's company.

Misaki stood by the big bay window of their suite staring out into the night. She didn't know how or when she got there, but she didn't care. The only thing in her mind was Takumi…

She drew a deep breath, feeling his lips brush lightly against her neck. He leaned closer, his warm breath warming the smooth skin of her neck. He drew the dress off her shoulders and down her arms. He placed a light kiss on her shoulder.

Misaki closed her eyes and leaned into him. Her body wanted him...begging, longing, and aching for his tender touch. She could feel her dress falls on her feet. His hand moved from her waist to the back of her shoulder as he turned her to face him. He pulled her closer and he kissed the nape of her neck to her jaw. Misaki gasped as a chill ran through her spine, than Takumi covered her lips with his, feeling her desire to have him.

Paralyzed, she hung there with his support while his mouth devoured hers, moving across her lips with a strange, tender hunger she'd never encountered before. It astounded her, enchanted her. So when his tongue slid between her lips, she opened wider to him, meeting his tongue with her own as they battle. He wound it in his, danced with it, and sucked it while he explored every nook of hers.

Sensation rolled inward like a tidal wave. Every movement of his devastating mouth and hands dragged her further in. She clung to him, kissing him back with forgotten passion till he groaned into her mouth.

Finally, he dragged his mouth free when they both needed air. "Tell me," he whispered huskily, touching his forehead to hers. "Please tell me to stop, Misaki…" He was pleading.

Breathing heavily while trying to catch her breathe, she frowned. Her desire for him was beyond anything she could control. She wants him and even if she wants to stop, she couldn't. Frowning with confusion, she met his gaze. She didn't want him to stop.

As if reading her mind, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her tenderly. She closed her eyes, surrendering to him. Keeping his mouth on hers, he picked her up in his arms and carried her toward the bed. He laid her down gently on the bed. He pulled away from her long enough to tear off his clothes. He kept his eyes on her and she couldn't look away. It was then when the realization struck him. He wanted her, body, heart, and soul.

As he climbed onto the bed and on top of her, reaching up her arms for him, accommodating her body to fit comfortably around his, easing up her hips so that he could slide his hands beneath her. He took his time to appreciate every part of her body this time. Misaki was lost in his spell. It was nothing like they had experiences before and Takumi vow this will not be the last time.

It was close to dawn when Takumi stared down at Misaki sleeping soundly next to him. Thinking back on how she reacted to his touches brought a smile to his face. The smile quickly replaced with a frown as he realized he had fallen in love with her. He reached down with one hand and pulled a smooth sheet of blankets to cover them.