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He stroked her modest breasts with his cleverly fingers, enjoying the way her chest heaved up and down ferociously, her arms moving up to reach his neck, but he pushed her down, wanting to have a clear look of her body, bare and completely submissive to him.
He was finally able to see it, Momo's naked body; flushed, dampened in sweat, white smooth skin illuminated under the light, her engagement dress was torn beyond recognition; her hair wet and messy, the once innocent eyes now filled with lust and desire.
How she reminded him of Orihime, but Orihime's eyes were never completely innocent, never clearly pure, there was certain depth in it that kept drawing him in, for he could never read her fully. She never looked at him full with lust...No, he should not think of Orihime now.
He pinched her nipples with his fingers, rubbing them thoroughly, making her moan delightful sounds. Orihime used to say that he made deli...
He captured her breasts in his mouth. Ori...
He sucked her neck, leaving red marks clearly on her snowy skin. Orihime's skin was...
He parted her legs and thrust in. She was as tight as ever, and she kept bucking her hips into him, crying in absolute bliss. He had thought that if he indulged himself in physical pleasure, he would soon forget about her, about Orihime. No, no more of her...
He zipped his pants as he finished. He never let himself be completely naked when he was having sex, except for Orihime. Orihime was the only one he showed his bareness, the complete exposed form, to.
"Aizen-sama. Will you stay for the night?", covering herself with the bed sheet, her black hair cascaded over her shoulders, Momo timidly asked him.
He turned to her and caressed her cheek with his thumb, "I would want nothing more than to spend the night with you, my dear.", playfully swirling his fingers around her breasts, he smirked at the way her cheeks burned in embarrassment, he breathed into her ears, "or do you want to have another round?".
Face red like a tomato, she flustered, "No, I mean..."
He sealed her mouth with a kiss. He knew what she wanted. She just wanted to sleep with him over the night. He did not have the habit to sleep overnight with his lovers, except for a few. Only Orihime, he closed his eyes in pain. Orihime was the only one he truly wanted to spend his night with. Tracing his fingers around her neck, he said seductively, "I have some important meetings with the leaders of other corporations as well as planning for future investments for my father's company. He really wanted me to start attending the family's business now."
Cupping her cheek with one hand, he continued, "If you don't mind, I'll be back in the morning..." He licked her lips, "..to finish what we started off..."
Closing the door, he headed to his study room. This mansion was really big. He would spend the rest of his life with Momo here. He wondered what Orihime would think if she saw the endless hall with famous paintings covering the creamy brown wall, marble columns and decorative furnitures. Everything here was excessively exquisite. Opening the door of his study room, he sat down on the huge leather black chair. It was too big, this mansion. Too big and empty. He would live the rest of his life here, with Momo, having children with her, raising them in this mansion to be ones like him. He closed his eyes and leaned his back again the chair, swinging it lightly on the wooden floor.
However, on the other hand, he would become the leader of the Yamamoto corporation, would have absolute power, he would reach his hands far than his father would ever dream of, he would have absolute control over many people, having them to play in his hands, to have their fate bounded to his will, he would mold the world the way he wanted...He would have hundreds or thousand Orihimes if he wanted to.
She was not that special.
He reached his hands into his vest pocket.
She was not even that beautiful.
He pulled out a small box.
Her body was not even that desirable. He would get bored of it anytime.
He opened the box.
She was not even that intelligent.
He took a ring out of it.
She did not even love him the way many of his lovers did. She did not lust over him. She was not willing to do each and everything for him. She was not willing to scarify everything for him.
He fingered the ring. It was such a simple ring, with blue flake snow as the face.
He wondered if the lovers that claimed to love him deeply and blindly saw him the way she did.
He kissed the ring.
He wondered what she would do if he asked her to marry him. She had said that she did not want to marry or even live together with him. Would she change her mind?
He put the ring back into the box.
What would he do if she refused him again? If she accepted?
There was a knock on the door and Gin came in, his smile ever present on his face.
"Aizen-sama, I have done what ya ask'd me to."
Signaling Gin to sit down, Aizen crossed his legs and leaned his chin on his clasped hands.
"Still workin' hard, Aizen-sama? You have been working nonstop for the last week." Gin adjudged his vest, "Today is your engagement party. Shouldn't ya spend more time with yer bride?"
Smiling, Aizen looked at Gin mockingly, "She is only my fiancee, not my bride, and you seem to be excessively curious recently. You never cared of who I met or spent my time with before. But last time", his eyes darkened, "you insisted to come to my apartment to meet Orihime."
Not a single emotion could be traced on his face, and Gin yawned, "Aizen-sama, you touchee. I just wanted to meet the love of your life, you have been talking about her a lot, so I was curious. But now you came back to your old self. So even she could not keep your heart for too long."
Aizen smiled again, pulling a file out of his piles, "You can give me your report tomorrow. Monday, I'll come back to school. I still need to attend classes and work at the hospital." He began to work intensively on the document about the Yamamoto's finances.
"Why do you want to become a doctor, Aizen-sama?"
Raising his head to face Gin, Aizen answered casually, "Because I heard it was very difficult." He returned to work on the files again.
"Will you continue to be a doctor after you succeed your family's business, Aizen-sama?"
"Is there a problem?" He wrote down some of the important piece of information about the company's branches overseas, a little bit irritated of Gin's questions.
"No, I just mean when you could find the time to do both jobs. I thought, you just want to study medicine for fun.'
He stopped writing. "You questioned my ability to do both?"
"Of course not, Aizen-sama." Gin stood up, "As you ordered, I have contacted sev'ral key members in the family, everyone seemed to like ya a lot, especially after yer engagemen' with the Hinamori's heiress."
"That's good. Contact Kaname and collect as much information about them as possible.'
Before Gin turned his back, Aizen called, "Remember to give me my father and brother's health reports too."
He closed his eyes as the door was shut quietly. Recently, he had not had any sleep. For one, he could not quite sleep well without her around. He was getting used to having her wrapping her arms around his body when he closed his eyes. He felt so cold and empty, lying his back on the bed alone. Then, whenever he closed his eyes, he saw her...
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"Hey, hey, did you know?"
"What?"
"Aizen-senpai is engaged to the Hinamori's heiress."
"Wow, he is so lucky, huh? Hinamori is a big and wealthy family"
"Are you nuts? It's the Hinamori family that is lucky. Don't you know that Aizen-senpai is the heir of the Yamamoto family? There are many arguments of why his father chose such a normal candidate for his son. The Hinamori's family is considered a small and pretty insignificant compared to the giant Yamamoto Corporation."
"You must be kidding me. Aizen-senpai is the heir of...Oh my god, I know that he is steamy hot and intelligent and such, but rich too? Hey, but why his last name is Aizen?"
"Who cares? But he is really the heir. In their engagement party, Yamamoto-sama had officially announced him as the successor, and their wedding will be held in two year after Aizen-sama graduates and official takes over the company."
"Hum, let me take a look at the newspaper. This Hinamori is indeed pretty, but still cannot be compared to his girlfriend, Orihime. So they broke up now?"
"Who knows? He might just be fooling around with her."
Stepping faster to quickly pass the nosy girls, Ichigo turned to the left of the library where there was no one. One week ago, Aizen moved out, telling him that he found a house outside of campus. Ever since, he met neither Orihime nor Aizen. Sitting on a table next to the window, he looked out of the balcony and saw Orihime cry at her table.
Rushing over her, his heart sank at the way her eyes swollen and red from intense crying. The bags under her eyes were dark and big, her face was paler and her body was much skinnier than before.
"Inoue."
Quickly wiping her tears with her shelves, she tried to put a smile on her face but then she buried her face in her arms and cried even harder.
Not knowing what to do, he just sat there, in silence until it got dark and she raised her head up. 'I'm sorry, Kurosaki-kun."
He hugged her tightly in his arms and patted her head, "You don't need to be sorry. It was all my fault. I should have told you about him. I..." He tightened his hold, "I'm such a coward, I knew he was a playboy, but I thought he was serious with you, so I..."
Kissing on her head, Ichigo murmured, "I'm so sorry."
She looked at him, full of appreciation, "Kurosaki-kun, you're very kind. You should not be sorry. I'm the one who chose him. I..." Tears rolled down her cheeks again.
He could not stand it anymore. Grabbing her head, he pulled her closer to place a chaste kiss on her lips. He had never kissed anyone before, but her lips were so soft. It was that smell again. He could still not be able to recognize what smell it was, but it was not perfume, it was her natural scent. Fresh, pure, like the snow, not really have a clear smell, but the aroma kept coming at his nose and controlling his five senses. He gently brushed his lips over her again and again, caressing her back with his trembling hands.
She opened her mouth and let him in. Her tongue tasted like heaven, so soft...he played with it a little bit. First, they just took the contact lightly, but then he began to wrestle with her, to feel more of her mouth, of her...He could feel her arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. He also buried his hands in her hair to deepen the kiss.
A sound of the door slammed loudly woke them up and they immediately broke the kiss to face a smiling Aizen.
"Sorry Kurosaki-san, to interrupt your rather private moment." He leaned closer to the couple and placed his hand on the table, bending down, he turned his face directly toward Ichigo, "But I'm afraid that you need to check your eyes again, since you are kissing the wrong person. This girl here," he turned briefly to Orihime then immediately looked at Ichigo again, pressing every single word, "is my girlfriend, not yours.'
Angry at the way Aizen continued to play with her heart, Ichigo stood up and looked at Aizen ferociously, "First, my eyes are completely fine, I'm quite aware of who I am kissing. Second," he grabbed Aizen's shirt in fury, "You have no right to call her your girlfriend when you have left her and gotten engaged to another person."
Putting one hand on Ichigo's, Aizen calmly said, "The relationship between Orihime and myself is none of your business, much less my personal life. Please leave now before I have to force you."
Fire in his eyes, Ichigo was so ready to punch him square in his face, but Orihime's voice stopped him, "Kurosaki-kun, thank you for being with me this afternoon, but if you don't mind, can I have a moment with...with my boyfriend here?"
"But.." He could not let her alone with this treacherous creature. He was way too dangerous for her... but her begging eyes melt his heart and he left.
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Aizen took his vest out and placed it on Orihime. He looked so sophisticated today, with his black suit and white shirt.
"Come to my house."
His voice was mild, almost like a whisper, but it was an absolute order, making her not be able to do nothing but follow him. He had never used this tone to her before. He looked totally calm and collected, but she could feel the anger boil in his body.
In his car, sitting next to him, Orihime placed her hands together, finding the air was too intense to breathe. He did not say one word, just driving in silence. When they reached his house, he politely opened the door and held her hand to help her get out.
It was a small house but very well furnished. She took his vest off and gave it back to him. He threw it on the floor and pressed her against the wall. His voice was low but dangerous.
"How dare you kiss another man?" He gripped her wrists and pinned them against the wall. "I was just gone for one week, and you already threw yourself into another man's arms. Did you sleep with him? You are such a slut."
"Don't lower myself to the like of yours."
He tightened his grip, "How dare you talk to me like this, right after you just betrayed me?"
She looked down at the floor. It was her fault. She should not kiss Ichigo, but he was so kind...He just meant well. He stayed with her the whole afternoon, in silence, trying to comfort her. She was sure he kissed her to make her feel better, to help her. She was so sad, and then he was there...
"It was all my fault. Ichigo did not do anything wrong. Do not hurt him."
Aizen grabbed her chin and forced her to look at his hateful eyes, "Why? Why do you still want to protect him? You women are all the same. I should have not believed in you. I thought you were different, but in the end you ran to another man and left me."
"You are the one who left me." She could not hold back her tears anymore, "You just left, just like that, without saying a word, without even say good bye. You did not open your cell phone, you moved out of your old apartment, you ignored me when we passed on campus, and one week later, you engaged to another girl. Then you came back, being all jealous just because a friend tried to comfort me. How selfish could you be?"
"How selfish could I be?" He released his grip, "Do you know what I have gone through without you in that one week? I almost went crazy. I missed you terribly. I did not want to eat, did not want to sleep, did not want to do anything, I just wanted to see you." He cupped her face, "And what did you do? You had fun in another's arm."
"Then why did you leave me?". She tumbled to the floor, covering her face in her hands. "Do you think that I could sleep well, eat well without you? I waited for you at your building the whole day, but you did not even take a glance at me as you passed. I could not do anything." She sobbed, "I missed you terribly, but you abandoned me, just like my mother."
She stood up and pounded her fists onto his chest, "You are just like her. You got bored of me, so you went and found another girl, but when you saw me with another, you got jealous and wanted me back. You are the worst. You are the worst."
But she could talk no more because his lips were on her; he plunged his tongue into her mouth without even asking. He searched for her tongue desperately; every touch sent her several waves of passion. She grabbed his head, pulling him closer and kissing him back. As they broke the kiss for air, he immediately claimed her lips again.
She did not remembered how long they kissed, but when she came to her senses, she was on his bed, and he was on top of her. She closed her eyes as he ravaged her neck with his teeth, certainly leaving several marks on it. Then he ripped her dress off out of frustration and examined her body carefully.
"Don't worry. I did not sleep with him."
Hurt in her voice, she turned her head away and let silent tears dampen the pillow.
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