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Sorry for the long wait! I'm finally better, and this chapter is probably one of my longest! I placed a kinda-explicit scene somewhere, so just a warning!
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Mikan Sakura
"Do I have to?"I complained, looking at the green-haired girl in front of me to the black cocktail bandage dress in her hands. The dress looked incredibly tight and short. Any other day I would have been fine with it, but with the stab wound in my back... not so much. I shivered at the thought of it touching the fresh wound.
Sumire looked up from examining the dress and sent me a glare. "Mikan, for the 5th fucking time. Yes, you do," She glanced at the dress before holding it up to me. "It's your job to protect Natsume-sama."
I scoffed. "Yeah, sure. Protect the guy who walked out on me while I was on a hospital bed. Great idea."
I heard her sigh. "C'mon, you know he's got better things to do. He is, after all, Natsume Hyuuga."
"As if I don't," I shook my head. "And could you please stop talking about him like he's some kind of modern-day Adonis? Thank you."
She snorted. "I don't have to talk like he's one because he is one."
"Bullshit."
I watched as Sumire opened her mouth to make a comeback. Before she could, though, the door burst open and Sumire jumped. I grimaced at her before looking at the door and screaming in delight.
"TSUBASA!" I ran, despite the pain, and jumped into his arms.
"Hey sweetheart!" He greeted, squeezing me tight, careful enough to avoid the wound at my back. I raised a brow as he let me go.
"Sweetheart? What the hell happened in Australia?" He shrugged.
"I watched America's Sweethearts." I gave him a look and he raised his brows. "What? I like how it rolls in my mouth. Try it."
"Sweet-heart..." I said slowly, trying to avoid my brother's anticipating eyes as he looked at me. I trailed off before shaking my head. "I got nothing."
"Aww! C'mon! Do it again!" Ahem.
We both looked at Sumire, who was standing at the corner with her arms crossed in front of her, the dress now set aside. Beside the irritated lass were the twins, who were both grinning. I smiled and pointed at them.
"I guess it was both of you who brought my idiot brother here?"
"Hey." Tsubasa snapped but I ignored him and looked at the twins who shrugged.
"He was outside, so we just let him in and brought him here." Nonoko said, pointing to the floor.
"Anyway, I think he can help with the dress." Ana continued and I shot her a confused look. She grinned.
"You're siblings, so I think he can get you into that dress faster than Sumire."
I looked at Sumire and saw her grin. She grabbed the dress from the table near her and threw it to Tsubasa. He caught it gracefully.
"Here. Dress your sis. We'll be taking our leave now." And with that, the three of them left, leaving me with none other than my simple-minded brother. He inspected the dress and gave a nod of approval at it before rolling it up and lifting it above my head.
"Hurry up, sweetheart, and raise your arms like there's no tomorrow!"
Natsume Hyuuga
I pinched the bridge of my nose as everyone in front of me stopped what they were doing to stare. Everyone had papers in their hands and everyone was looking at me in awe and worry. I combed through my already-messy hair before closing my eyes for a brief moment. I opened them once more and waved at the man who was standing on the opposite side of the long meeting table.
"Go on. I don't have all day."
The man stood up straighter before shaking his head and pointing once again at the projection behind him. "Well, as you can see, our hotel reviews have recently been mostly negative."
I raised a brow. "How so?"
"Well," He glanced at the clipboard in his hand before looking to the people in the room. "There have been complaints on the entertainment during meals, and the services. They all said the same thing... something about the employees being unmotivated because their movements were slow and sloppy. It takes room service 20 minutes to deliver food, and the live music during meals... well, they're horrible. According to guests."
I leaned back on my chair before resting my elbow on the arm rest, and my head on my hand. "Unmotivated? What do you mean by 'unmotivated?'"
Apparently, it came out a little bit harsher than I expected, but I ignored it. All the section managers in front of me looked at each other, as if urging each other to speak up first. I let out a frustrated groan before slamming my hand on the table.
"PEOPLE! I DO NOT NEED YOU TO LOOK AT EACH OTHER! I NEED YOU TO SPEAK!" I yelled, causing all of them to flinch in their seat. Even if all of them looked nervous, none of them took my scolding seriously. I gritted my teeth before pointing at the young man near the other end of the table. He looked at me with wide eyes.
"You. You're in charge of employee management, right? Tell me what they think. Now."
He looked at me nervously before grabbing his clipboard slowly. I could see him trembling from here. Any other day, it would have amused me, but not today.
Not when my body guard, the damned Mikan Sakura, was currently injured. I don't even know why I'm worried about her. I don't know why she's on my mind, and I definitely don't have an idea why she reminds me so much of my beloved Akira.
I watched as the boy cleared his throat before looking at me. Wow. That was a first. An employee actually looked at me.
"According to my charts-"
"I'm not asking for charts. I asking for feedback on management. Answer the damn question."
"Ummm..." He trailed off. I let out a frustrated breath. Just as I was going to snap at him for wasting my time, the door flew open, revealing my secretary, Miku. She held out a phone and looked at me with a look that said 'it's-important. Get-your-ass-over-here.'
I sighed before glaring at the young manager in front of me. I stood up and left the room, narrowing my eyes at the woman in front of me.
"What is it this time?"
She held out the phone in her hand. "It's Nogi-sama, Hyuuga-sama. He says it's urgent."
I grabbed the phone from her hand and nodded a thank you to her. She smiled before leaving me. I walked towards my office, not caring that I had a meeting to be in. It was useless, anyway.
"Ruka, what is it? I'm busy."
"Natsume. Please don't tell me that you forgot about the meeting we have at the bar with Ayame-san." He reminded. I closed my eyes and let out a frustrated groan.
"Ah shit."
"You're welcome."
I glanced at my watch and my brows furrowed. It was still 7:30 p.m. The meeting wasn't until 9:00. "Ruka, why are you telling me this now? It's still 7:30."
"Because, dear Natsume, we still have to prepare the contract and the paperwork." He answered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I chuckled.
"You spend way too much time with Imai."
"...Whatever..."
"I'll leave the office in a few. Meet me at the entrance." I hung up and went to my desk to grab my suitcase and keys. I opened my door and nodded a goodbye to Miku before making my way to my car. I turned on the engine and drove away from the building, making my way home.
Normal POV
"Finally you're here." Ruka said as he watched his best friend step out of his car and throw his keys at the valet. He descended the stairs with quick steps before giving his friend a man hug. Natsume hugged him back as a greeting before walking back into the house, nodding a hello at Imai. Once the door was shut behind him, he turned to look at Ruka.
"So, have you started the paperwork?" He asked and the blonde nodded.
"I did half of it. Right now, it's still 8:00. You have an hour."
The raven nodded before walking to his room, Ruka and Hotaru following after him. When they got there, Natsume immediately went behind his desk and started up his laptop. Ruka and his female body guard both sat on the couch in the room. They all kept silent, the only sound in the room being the sound of Natsume's fingers pressing the keys.
45 minutes later, Natsume was finished. He stood up from his seat and grabbed the newly made folder from his desk. He looked at Hotaru, who was currently speaking to her ear piece about the heir's whereabouts, like they were told to. He waited till she was finished to speak.
"Where's Mikan?"
She shrugged. "She's getting changed."
Ruka raised a brow. "And you?"
"I'll do it later."
Then the trio made their way to the brunette's bedroom.
Natsume Hyuuga
"Are you ready?"
"Will it hurt?"
"Honestly, yes. It'll be like your insides splitting open." Then a short silence. I hid my shock as I heard their conversation. What was a man doing in Sakura's room? What were they doing?
"Ahh..ahh..owww..." Was that... Mikan I was hearing?
"Shh.. I know it's painful. Just bear with it."
"But it hurts..."
"Shh... Just listen to what I say. This the 10th time already. I know you can do this." I furrowed my brows. The 10th time in doing what exactly?
"...Okay... Are you okay now?... Now this is the last part and we're through. Put your head in between-" I clenched my fist. What the fuck? Was he urging her to give him a...
"Blow job?" I snapped my head as I heard the word I was thinking of said out loud. I found Imai with her mouth opened slightly and Ruka, who was beside her, blushing furiously. I narrowed my eyes.
"But I can't!"
"Just do it carefully... Okay, we'll try it this way, just go down." I saw Ruka go redder and I swear I was seeing red. Why was I seeing red? WHY WAS A MAN IN MIKAN'S BEDROOM?!
"It won't fit."
"Are you sure? Try harder."
"The hole's too small!" And with those words, I finally snapped. I kicked the door open and was greeted by an unexpected sight.
Mikan sitting on the bed. Tsubasa by her side. Her head stuck in dress. And lastly, the dress not covering her underwear.
Her polka dotted underwear.
"Holy shit!" Tsubasa cursed, holding a hand to his heart before glaring at me. He helped his sister find the head hole of the dress when he heard her say something. When her head was through, she looked at her brother before looking at Hotaru, who was by the doorway, then Ruka, who was frozen and blushing madly, and lastly at me. I felt a smirk play on my lips.
"Nice panties there... polka."
Then she let off a scream.
Mikan Sakura
"Mikan-chan. Please talk to us..." Ruka begged, giving me the puppy eyes. He looked adorable doing them, especially in his outfit of a blue shit and a white suit-jacket. I ignored him and shrugged before taking a sip of my martini.
We were already at the bar, waiting for Shiki-san, the owner and business partner they had to meet with. I touched the ear piece with a finger before speaking into it, avoiding the pleading eyes of the blonde in front of me.
"Agent Imai, anything going on outside that I should know about?"
The answer came quick. "None, Agent Sakura. And the interior?"
I smiled at the good news. "It's clear. You can come in now. Nonoko said that she'll be sending someone over there later." And with that I ended the conversation. And yes, you got it right. Our 'stylists' weren't just ordinary stylist; they were the top graduates of their course, Technical Operation, in their batch.
I knew something in Sumire's actions were... agent-like.
"Mikan, please...?" I turned to Ruka again and smirked when she saw him hold out a lollipop. She grinned and he gave her a hopeful look.
"Are we forgiven?"
I nodded and took the lollipop from his hands. "Yes, only you. Natsume's not off the hook yet."
He winked at me. "I don't care. What's important is that you forgive me."I laughed and lifted my drink to my lips. Before I could take a sip, I saw Hotaru approach us. I waved and she rolled her eyes. Once she took a seat beside her charge and ordered a martini, she gave Ruka a nod.
"Ana just texted me that Shiki was coming. You better leave now, Nogi." He grinned and thanked her before leaving his seat and walking to the middle of the dance floor to pick up his business partner, who was currently dancing intimately with 3 hot ladies. I chuckled at the sight of Ruka trying to pry off the ladies.
Natsume himself was a funny sight, certainly not fit for a meeting. His hair was all over and his shirt was wrinkled. He had light pink kiss marks on his face and his lips were swollen. I giggled and both Hotaru and I watched as our two charges walked away and entered a V.I.P. room.
Hotaru and I decided to not follow them because, for one thing, it was a business meeting with a business partner. It would be inappropriate if someone who wasn't supposed to be there... Was there. And plus, the boys were sorta trained to be alone.
I shook my head and looked at Hotaru in concern. "Are you sure we can leave them be?"
She shrugged. "They'll be fine."
"But-"
"They'll be fine, I'm telling you."
I sighed. "Okay fine. I'll trust you," I turned to look at my partner. "Then what do we do now?"
She smirked in mirth and raised her martini to her lips. I followed suit. "We dance the night away."
And that we did.
I lifted my hand holding my Vesper up in the air, swaying from side to side in the rhythm of the music pounding through the speakers. I was semi-drunk, I knew that much. I also knew that Hotaru was dancing with a stranger a few meters away from me, also semi-drunk. I grinned widely. Ahh, it's been so long since I last did this.
I noticed a head somewhere at my right. It was a raven with crimson eyes and a blonde who was muttering under his breath. I smiled before lifting a finger to my ear.
"Agent Imai, they're finally finished. Look at 9 o'clock."
There was a pause before an answer came. "Look again, Agent Sakura. They're leaving to dance with a bunch of whores."
Instinctively, I turned to look at where the pair sat and true enough, they were being led to the dance floor by two spandex-wearing whores. I narrowed my eyes at my charge especially and to my surprise, he met my eyes and smirked before giving a wink. My jaw dropped. Oh, hell no.
I watched as he and his slutty partner danced to the music, her grinding her body on his. I narrowed my eyes before walking away from the dance floor and taking a seat at the bar. I took a sip of my drink and soon enough, as I had suspected it, Hotaru joined me after, her drink in her hand as well. I let out an irritated sigh.
"Did Ruka wink at you too?"
She shook her head. "Nope. But his slut was just so disgusting that I had to leave."
I laughed. Her tone was so bitter. "Are you, Miss Hotaru Imai, jealous?"
She looked at me like I was crazy. "Jealous?" I nodded. She smirked. "That's stupid."
I wiggled my eye brows. "You sure?"
"Absolutely positive." Then she looked in front of us again. I saw her eyes harden.
"What is it?"
She nodded at the two pairs. "Does that look like a tracker to you?"
I turned to the pairs as well and my eyes narrowed, trying to get a better view. I grinned. Sure enough, there was a blinking red light under the collars of their jackets. I put down my drink and stood up, Hotaru doing the same thing. Together we approached the pair.
As I neared Natsume and the slut, she shot me a hard look and I smiled. Natsume turned to me as well before smirking. She pushed the blonde away. He made his way to me before wrapping his arms around me.
"Are you jealous?"
I scoffed. "You must be joking."
"Are you sure?"
I glared and reached behind him, grabbing the tracker in his jacket. I crushed it and threw the debris away. Just as I was going to pull away, a hand shot up and caught my arm. I glared the amused man in front of me.
"Let go."
He pulled me closer and brought his lips nearer to mine. I held my breath as he spoke. "You remind me so much of her." He muttered.
Then he claimed my lips.
My eyes widened and looked at him in shock. His lips were so soft. I felt his tongue lick my lips and I suppressed a moan. He smirked into my lips and continued to lick my bottom lip. This time I held onto the moan and closed my eyes. It's my first time to be pleasured by just a kiss, and man did I enjoy it. He finally nipped my lip and I opened my mouth. He deepened the kiss and I swear that was the first time I had encountered such bliss.
I hadn't realized that he led us out of the crowd. When we broke apart to catch some air, I saw that we were inside a V.I.P. Room. Natsume was still in front of me and he was panting. He pulled me closer and I felt something hard brush my stomach. He groaned and I blushed before curiosity got the best of me. I lifted my hand and I gripped his member gently.
Natsume moaned at my touch. He grabbed my hand and pulled it away. He kissed me once again and slowly led us backward until my back hit a table. His hands went down and caressed my thighs before pulling me up and setting me down on the piece of furniture. He ran his arms up and down my inner thighs lightly and I threw my head back and moaned in pleasure. He left my lips and started to kiss his way down my neck. Once he reached the low neckline of my dress, he pulled down both my sleeved until my bra was in his sight. I thanked myself for changing my underwear before we left. His crimson eyes eyed my breast intensely and without a warning, kissed me again, this time his hands groping my breast.
"Ah...Natsume.." I moaned and he left my lips and went down to my breasts. He pulled down one of the cups of my black lacy bra and brought it into his hot, wet mouth. I threw my head back and arched. I grabbed his head with my hands and pushed him closer. He left my breast and chuckled. Then he went to my other breast and sucked on it, licking my hard nipple with his tongue. His other hand had been playing with my other breast, last time I checked, so I was surprised when I suddenly felt his thumb rub my sensitive spot. I moaned and felt myself get wet.
"Ahh.. Akira.. so damn wet..." He moaned and my eyes shot open. Realization hit me in the face.
Who's Akira? What the hell are we doing?!
I grabbed his hand from under me and threw it aside. He looked up to me, confused, before his eyes widened. He looked down on me before he started to step back.
"You're...not Akira."
I scowled. I fixed my bra and sleeves and glared at him. "No shit, Sherlock."
I got up to my feet and started to walk to the door. I was so close to the door when his hand shot out and caught mine. He gave me a confused look.
"But you seem so... familiar. Don't you find me at least similar to someone you used to know?"
I shook my head and pulled away. "No, I don't."
"Look at me." He said and turned her around. "Put some effort!"
I gave him a once-over and glared at him. "There, I looked. I don't know you. Now. Let. Me. Go." And he did.
I turned away and walked out of the door. I lifted my finger to my ear piece.
"Agent Imai, you got Nogi?"
"Positive."
"Then let's get the fuck out of this disgusting hellhole."
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