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Chapter 9

He kissed her with all of the emotions, all of the passion he had tried so hard to keep locked up inside him for the past years. He told himself he hadn't meant this to happen. That this wasn't the reason why he brought Aiko in this place. He would let her go in a moment. But how sweet her mouth was.

Trunks could feel her resistance for a while but slowly, he felt her submission. Then he heard her sigh when her lips parted under his. He thought of the nights he spent alone. He put his hand on the small of her back and pulled her closer.

He kissed her again, kissed her until his body hardened with fierce and raging need. He ravaged her mouth. His body shook with need. And when Aiko's arms encircled his neck and her body leaned into his, he was sure that he couldn't stop himself.

Immediately, he unbuttoned her blouse and cupped the fullness of her breast. And when he ran his thumb across her nipple, she cried out.

"N-no, Trunks… no!"

But he took her cry and when he pressed closer, she swayed against him. Her body heated, her mouth as hungry as his.

There was a terrible need in him now, a fire that quickly spreading through his veins. And he knew if he didn't have her, he would go mad.

"I want you, Aiko." He murmured in her throat. "I want to make love to you… with you… now!"

"Trunks… we can't…" She looked up to him, and from the light emanating from the setting sun, her eyes were yellow gold, or it must be the reflection of the sun. Her eyes were frightened, uncertain and yet, excited.

He removed few buttons of his long sleeves and untucked it. Then, he opened and unzipped his pants. He pulled her closer, straddling him.

He slipped her blouse off her shoulders and unfastened her bra. Her breasts were high and full, the nipples were small and pink, peaked as though waiting for his mouth. When he cupped her breasts, Aiko's eyes widened. "W-we… can't do this, Trunks…" she whispered.

"Aiko…" He squeezed both nipples and then kissed the smooth skin and circled one nipple with her tongue before he took it between his teeth to lap and to suckle.

She moaned as she arched her body. Her hands on his shoulders. "Trunks… Trunks…"

The way her voice called his name reminded him of – No! He didn't want to think otherwise. And if a part of his mind was telling him that what was happening was a pure madness, he didn't care at all. He wanted her so much. And that was all that matter.

He took her mouth as he hiked her skirt uniform up. And with his shaking hands, he pulled down her bikini briefs. The garter stretched to its limit when he pulled it against her left leg. He didn't remove the other side.

He took his maleness out of his Jockey and looked into her eyes. "You are mine, Aiko…" he said and held her hips with his two hands and lowered her down to him slowly.

Her eyes widened. Fear, passion and excitement warring each other. Her hair hung like a curtain around her lovely face. The first brush of his flesh against hers was hot, startling. She would have jerked away but Trunks' hands on her hips held her in place, placing the column of his flesh against the entrance to her body. Slowly, her weight began to impale her on his throbbing flesh.

Trunks gritted his teeth. "Oh, god, you're so tight…"

But no words came out from her mouth. She was staring at him, in shock. There were few drops of sweat across her lovely face. And yet she was moving rhythmically. Dancing to the music of an old tribal rhythm.

Trunks didn't like rough sex. He wanted it slow, nice and easy, and longer. But at that moment, he was losing all his control. It was as if he couldn't get enough of her. He lifted himself. Moved with her. He wanted to speed up the slow phase of the dance. She was so tight it was killing both of them. He didn't think he could last a minute longer. And he had to make this as satisfying for her as it was for him.

He eased his hand between them and found her. He felt the dampness. She cried when his fingers touched her. His mouth sought one nipple and suckled it.

"Trunks…" It was a smothered scream. Her fingers on his shoulders almost drew blood from holding him. But he didn't care.

Then she stopped her movements and squeezed him tight. So tight as she shivered and scream. "Trunks!"

He held her hips and lifted himself, filling her completely. He began to rock, faster, his blood pumping, pulsing through his veins. Again, Aiko shivered as she had another climax. Then he grabbed her and jerked violently upward. He cried out and shook as though he had been touched by an electric charge.

"Pan…" He leaned his head upon her breasts and held her close. "I love you so, sweetheart…"


For a moment, she had been lying against his chest. No words were spoken. Slowly, they came back to reality, though still breathing hard. She eased her body from his. She'd come twice and yet when his flesh brushed her inner thighs as she unsheathed him, she fought the urge to impale herself again to his still hard shaft.

Slowly, she picked her underwear and buttoned her blouse. She brushed her skirt down. The calmness of her movements was belied by the turmoil inside her. From the corner of her eyes, she watched him zipping his pants. She couldn't look straight to him. She wanted to vanish right from that moment.

She noticed that her hands were shaking. She didn't know what to do, what to say and what to think. She was on the verge of bursting into tears.

"Come here, Aiko." Trunks said gruffly.

She was only too glad to oblige. Her knees were trembling to even make a step. But Trunks reached for her and pulled her closer. She closed her eyes. The irrational part of her mind wanted to stay in his arms for as long as forever. She wanted him to tell her that what just happened wasn't because of his longing for his wife. But she was asking for the moon. Trunks didn't think of her as Aiko. He saw her as the reflection of his wife.

"I'm sorry if I was too rough." He raised her chin up.

She was forced to meet his eyes. Embers of desire still sparkled in his blue eyes and she involuntarily shivered. Despite everything, like him, the heat of what just had happened moments ago were still raging through their veins.

She looked at the windows and almost whispered, "You weren't rough…"

"You may not believe this but I haven't had a woman for a long time and had I delayed a second longer, I would have embarrassed myself…"

"I feel so ashamed. I couldn't believe I have done this. What if the waiters came in?" She glanced at the door.

Trunks pulled her closer. "They won't come unless they are called. That's why there is intercom at the corner."

"T-that's why you brought me here?"

"No." He kissed the top of her head. "It's not my motive when I brought you here. I don't even know what happened why I lost control. I'm so embarrassed, Aiko. Believe me, this has never happened to me since fourteen."

"I-I don't remember doing anything like this in my life either. I'm not a promiscuous woman, Trunks…"

Trunks smiled gently above her head. "I don't think of you that way, Aiko. I can't explain either what happened. It wasn't like me to lose control of myself."

"You… you must have missed your wife very much," she said gently, and stood up. She walked through the windows, watching the twilight.

His brows furrowed. "Why did you say that?"

"You whispered her name when you had your climax."

He muttered something under his breath. "Aiko… I want you to know that… that…"

She looked at him and smiled. The smile was poignant that Trunks' chest ached. "I understand Trunks. You don't have to explain. I admire the love you had for your wife. And I envy her. What was her name again? I didn't catch it."

"Her name's Pan."

She went still. She leaned against the frame of the window. Then she took a deep breath and managed a smile. "Lovely name." She walked back to the sofa and picked her bag. "I want to go home now, Trunks."

His eyes narrowed but she quickly looked away. "I'm not used to coming late at home. My parents would be worried."

"All right," he acquiesced. He stood up and fixed his long sleeve. He didn't even bother to comb his hair. Few strands were hanging loosely on his forehead.

She walked to the door but Trunks held her. "Aiko, please. I don't want you to think that what happened is just nothing to me. It was… special. It has been a long time since I made love to a woman. I'm not that kind of man…"

She put her finger on his lips. "I don't think there is a need to justify what happened, Trunks. I was in it, too. It wouldn't happen if I didn't… allow myself."

He touched her cheek with his knuckles. "I'll follow your car."

She smiled. "That's ridiculous."

They were in the middle of the hall when he noticed an old woman climbing the stairs. She was on the landing when she saw Trunks.

"Trunks, I saw your car…" Her words were cut when she saw Aiko. She covered her mouth to suppress her gasp. "P-Pan…"

Aiko realized why Sofia reacted the way she did when they first met.

"Mom, I want you to meet Aiko Matsui, Capsule Corporation's new junior analyst," he introduced. "Aiko, my mother, Bulma Briefs."

Aiko offered her hand, "How are you Mrs. Briefs?" Inside her head, she was hoping that Bulma wouldn't notice what happened inside the room as she was looking to both of them.

Bulma accepted her hand. "S-same here, Aiko…"

"Why are you here, Mom? I thought you were at Bra's house?"

She removed her stare from Aiko and looked at Trunks. "Ah, yes. I was about to go home when I saw your car at the parking lot. Trunks, we have to talk. It's about the proposed branch in Europe. I want you to look at the plans."

"I'll just take Aiko to her car, Mom. I'll be back."

"It's okay, Trunks. I can—"

"Don't make a fuss. My mother can wait."

Bulma waved and smiled uncertainly.

At the parking, Trunks opened her car and let her in. He didn't close it and instead, he bended down.

"Happy weekend." He murmured.

"You, too." She was about to close the door when Trunks blocked it.

"Aiko…"

She looked at him, questioning.

"Who… who was the first man in your life?"

She was surprised for a sudden. She stared blankly at the windshield. She hadn't even thought about it while they were making love. A humorless smile tugged her lips as she gazed up at him and met his eyes.

"Does it matter, Trunks?"

"Well… I… I suppose not. Though it doesn't stop me from being jealous of the man…

She didn't answer and closed the door. Few moments after, she eased her way out of the place.

Damn him.

She wanted to cry at that moment but she didn't want him to see. She was torn between self-loathing and embarrassment.

What made her act that way? Having sex with her boss in a place that was almost public? In a sofa? And Trunks crying out another woman's name while having his climax?

Where was her self-respect? She wanted to cry right after but she held herself. She had to maintain dignity in any worst situation.

"Who was the first man in your life?"

She closed her eyes momentarily. She was trying her best to answer the question. She hadn't even known if she was a virgin or not. As it was, Trunks wasn't the first man in her life.

Could she ask her parents? What if they also didn't know before she had her illness? She would only put more shame on herself.

She grew up in a permissive society. Perhaps, she had a number of boyfriends? Who and what was she before her illness? Was she a promiscuous woman? How could she have given herself to Trunks in wild abandon? How could making love to him seem so familiar? It was as if they had made love a thousand times before.

She stopped her car at the shoulder. Her headache was slowly creeping. She needed to take her medicine. Lately, the attacks of her headache were becoming frequent. And always, it triggered because of Trunks and all the things related to him.


"She is a dead ringer, Trunks!"

He didn't answer. He was on the sofa. The same sofa where he and Aiko made love. The sex was amazing. The same intensity between him and Pan.

"Would this Aiko Matsui make a change in your life, Trunks?" Bulma asked.

"I don't know, Mom. But all I know is that she's the only one in my mind since last month, right when I interviewed her."

"Because you see Pan on her."

"It's impossible not to. You've seen her."

"How about Sofia?"

He looked at his mother. "Mom, how many times do I have to tell you that I don't have any feelings, not even an inch, to Sofia? I don't have even before Pan and I became a couple."

"But she was hoping, Trunks."

"Then that is her problem, not mine. Besides, you want a daughter-in-law who has a reputation of dating different men in public?"

Bulma gasped. "It's a serious accusation!"

"Oh, Mom.." He groaned. "You should know me better than that. I don't want to talk about Sofia. I'm not going to marry her. End of story."

"And what about this Aiko?"

He leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes and raised his feet on the already cleaned up table. His mother sighed and walked through the door.

She stopped and turned to look at him. "All I want is for you to be happy, Trunks. I hope you know your direction in life. It would be unfair for Aiko just because she looks like Pan."

He didn't answer. He heard the door opened and closed. He didn't bother to open his eyes. His mother's perfume was strong, still in the air. But it didn't erase the scent of Aiko in his body.

"Aiko…" he murmured, remembering the sexual abandonment they had shared a while ago. She felt familiar. Her body felt familiar. She fit. He fit. They fit together. It was as if he was making love to Pan.

He groaned. He was no candidate for sainthood. He'd crossed the line plenty of times in his life. But he had never imagined himself an adulterer. What he and Aiko did was a betrayal. Not to count the one with Sofia, if that was really happened. He had been drunk in his apartment when Sofia arrived. He didn't remember anything. When he woke up, they were both naked.

Sofia used it as a ladder to tell people that they were dating. And she took his guilt a lot of time for him to marry her, just because of a night he couldn't remember.

But he had no reason for what happened between her and Aiko. He wanted her from the beginning. And earlier was the first time to lose all his self-control.