Shizuma woke up to the her cell phone's ring tone, "She Wolf" by Shakira. She grumbled and rolled over to the side of the bed and dug her phone out of her purse and answered.
"Hello..."
"Where are you? It's eight in the morning."
She grudgingly looked up at Miyuki's alarm clock to confirm the time.
"Sorry... I drank too much and Miyuki let me crash at her place..."
"Well, get cleaned up. We have a gathering to attend at the country club later this afternoon with my executives. I'm trying to land a deal with Honda."
"Ok, I'll be home in a few hours... I'm going to Hilton Grooves Academy to get some students lined up."
"Just make sure you're back in time for the party."
"Hai..."
-Click.
Shizuma sighed and hung up her phone. She really didn't want to go to this gathering... She hated all the parties her husband makes her go to. The only benefit she had was making new friends... even though most of them are shallow. She sat up and looked around. Miyuki was gone, probably to work. A note laid on her pillow.
Note: Coffee in the kitchen. Help yourself to anything. Love, Miyuki.
She smiled at the paper and hopped out of the bed. After finding her pants, she made a bee-line to the kitchen for that coffee she really needed.
…...
After buying a new professional outfit and getting her hair done, Shizuma found herself touring the Academy's campus with the vice principal. She was a short, older woman with a nice charming voice.
"We are so glad to find a tutor who is fluent in French, Mrs. Sakuragi" she cracked. "The fact that you are a Japanese woman is amazing, where did you say you went to school again?"
"I learned all my languages from St. Miator's Girls Academy," she said with confidence. "I'm fluent in English, German, French and, of course, Japanese."
"You speak English so well," the woman complimented. "Miator must be proud to have a graduate of such potential."
"Thank you, Mrs. Wilson," she smiled.
"How old did you say you were?"
"Twenty-seven."
"You look so much younger. Do you have a secret?" she chuckled.
"Women in my family age really well. I'm afraid I don't have a beauty secret."
"When would you like to start tutoring?"
"I can start immediately."
"Wonderful." The two women stepped inside the main building, which was beautifully designed with amazing detail or ornaments and trimming. Mrs. Wilson lead her to an office with a large desk and picked up a paper and handed it to her.
"This is a list of the students that need tutoring and their parents' phone numbers. It's a small amount so you won't be overwhelmed. They all have extracurricular activities after school so it would be best to do in-home tutoring, but you would have to discuss that with the parents."
"Thank you so much," She said with a bow of her head. "I'll start making some calls this evening."
The damsel said her goodbye and headed back home. She sighed as she walked in through the front door and was greeted by Chloe. She smiled and greeted back, not wasting anytime to get upstairs to her bedroom. She found Fang standing in front of their mirror buttoning up his dress shirt. His ruby eyes smiled at her presence.
"Good Afternoon, Mrs. Sakuragi..." he said with his strong voice. She smirked and put her purse down on the dresser.
"Konichiwa, Fang-kun..." she said back and leaned against a wall to watch him slowly work the buttons through the seamed holes of the white fabric.
"You look good," he commented. "Did you just buy that outfit?" He looked over her white ruffled blouse and sleek, black pencil skirt with pantyhose and black heels.
"Yes, I wanted to look nice for the interview and the party," She flipped her hair back to the side to get it out of her face. "I got the job. I'll be starting Monday."
"That's good," he says while approaching her with a certain look in his eyes that was all too familiar to Shizuma. She shifted so her back was flush to the wall and his hands pressed against the wall as he stood in front of her. She stared into the eyes that reminded her so much of Kaori, she smiled faintly and played with a long lock of ebony that draped over his shoulder. His mouth was upon hers suddenly, pressing firmly giving her a bruising kiss. She kissed him back, of course, she had to...
After a few heated moments, he broke the kiss hastily worked the strap of his belt, loosening it and opened his fly, staring at her with an harsh intensity. Shizuma dipped her hands in his trousers, gripping the length of him making him moan vocally. She closed her eyes with a hard swallow of her throat and stroked him. It was out of routine... she felt dead inside.
"More..." he requested. She obliged, dropping to her knees and placed her mouth over his tip. Her face grimaced with eyebrows furrowing as she pressed her head forward, taking his lengthy cock deeper inside and paused when the head touched the back of her throat. He moaned more when she bobbed her head forward and back, sucking. Her eyes opened wide when he grabbed a fist full of her silver locks and forced her head to jar faster. He slammed his hips forward, making her deep throat his entire length. This made her air pipe close causing her to choke on him with her eyes watering. He fucked her mouth until she forced her head back to gasp for air. He released her hair and gave her a moment to catch her breath.
"Come here," he took her hands and helped her back on her feet and lead her to their king-size bed laying her down on her back. He bunched her skirt up around her waist and pulled her pantyhose down just half way down her thighs, just far enough to grab the crouch of her panties when he lifted her legs over her head.
"Ah!" Shizuma bit her bottom lip when he moved he fabric to the side and entered her insides stretching and invading her. Her calves rested on top of his shoulders and her hands gripped fists fulls of the comforter. She let her head fall back and stare at the ceiling, losing herself in a thoughtless trace when she forced out moans almost mechanically with every thrust he plunged into her. All she could think about was strawberry hair, beautiful pink eyes and smooth blushing white cheeks.
Fang noticed the tears in her eyes but he had no sympathy for her eyes would water all the time during their mating sessions. During the first time together as mates, she told him that it felt so good that they were tears of happiness, but he wasn't stupid. He knew she was still emotional about the girl leaving the girl she was with. But she teared up every time... for seven years... she still brimmed, so he took her word for it. She would have been over that girl by now. This went through his mind until she squeezed around his member, driving him over the edge. He grunted and came inside her.
He stood up and tucked himself back to decency, buckling his belt and shoving his dress shirt in the waist of his pants while she pulled her hosiery back up and her skirt down. She helped him with his tie and he kissed her lips in gratitude. She silently picked her purse up and followed him out the door for their event. He opened the car door for her and she fixed her make up in the mirror as he drove. They didn't have any conversation.
…...
Shizuma poked at the cooked fish that sat on her plate in slight boredom. It was just another stupid party with rich snobs... She sighed until Fang walked over to her and grabbed her arm, forcing her out of her seat. She rolled her eyes slightly as he led her over to a group of suited business men, probably Honda executives.
"Gentlemen, the is my lovely wife, Shizuma," he announced. Shizuma forced a lovely smile and wrapped her arm snugly with his. The men all smiled with slightly surprised faces and took turns lightly shaking her free hand.
"It's lovely to meet all of you," Shizuma said with warmth in her voice, her eyes met with a young man that she suddenly took interest in. He wasn't anything special... short brown hair and blue eyes but he looked at her with a warm gaze and fixed it on her the entire time the other men were having their conversations. After a while he left for refreshment, then Fang leaned down to his wife's ear and whispered.
"That is Vincent Moreau. He's the sales consultant for big companies like Honda. Go charm him." Shizuma nodded and politely excused herself from the group and made her way towards the gentleman at the small bar. As she stood next to him, his aroma tickled her sensitive nose pleasantly. She couldn't quite put her finger on the scent for it was vaguely familiar. He exchanged glances with her for a moment, she coyly withdrew her gaze and ordered her favorite wine.
"Excellent choice, Mrs. Sakuragi," Vincent said warmly with his glass close to his lips. "Do you fancy French wine?"
"I fancy the French, Mr. Moreau," she flirted with a sip of the red liquid. "Parlez-vous francais?"
"Oui, Madame," he smiled handsomely at her. "Il est rare pour qu'un femme japonais parle tellement bien en français." It is rare for a Japanese woman to speak so well in French.
"D'où obtenez-vous cette opinion, Monsieur Moreau?" Where do you get this opinion, Mister Moreau?
She smirked with a teasing look, making him smile back at her.
"My wife is Japanese," he said. "She's horrible in French." She chuckled lightly at his reasoning of his thoughts about the Japanese, but he was naive to stereotype so easily in her opinion.
"Is your wife here?" she asked while taking another sip of wine, pretending to look around the room for the said woman.
"Unfortunately she's away on business."
"Oh, what does she do?"
"She's a habitat designer for zoos around the world," he replies. "She's been on a three month project in New York."
"Oh my..." Shizuma engaged more interest in the conversation. "That's a long time without seeing her."
"It does get stressful, but I fly out to see her every other weekend so it's not as bad as one would think."
"Well," she smiled. "If she is interested in getting better at French she should give me a call. I just got a job tutoring for Hilton Grooves Academy." His face brightened warmly with a surprised smile.
"Wow, that school is wonderful!" he exclaimed. "I'm trying to get my daughter into that school. Are you interested in tutoring her? She's only five, but she's a fast learner. I'd teach her myself if I wasn't busy with work."
"Sure, I'd be happy to teach her," she said with a smile. He gazed at her with a big smile for a moment then snapped out of his trance and dug out a pen and paper from his trousers.
"Okay," he rang and clicked the pen. "What is your address and phone number? Is it alright to drop her off at your house? Her nanny can pick her up after you are done with the lesson."
"Yeah, that's just fine," she chirped and gave him her information.
"Thank you so much, Mrs. Sakuragi," he said with excitement and shook her hand. "I'm so glad I met you, you really are an acceptional woman."
"Awe," she blushed lightly. "Thank you, Mr. Moreau. I can't wait to meet your family."
He smiled with a little wave and left the bar, roaming back to the group and shook Mr. Sakuragi's hand very welcoming and with confidence. Shizuma frowned and downed her wine quickly... another fish caught in the charms of Mrs. Sakuragi and so her husband reaps all the benefits for be able to woo such a woman... she was sick of herself. How long was she going to do this? They were rich because of her musing all of his associates so he can get promoted. Everyone's going to realize that neither one of them aged a single day for these past years one day. What are they going to do then when suspicion arouses? She ordered another glass.
…...
"Mrs. Sakuragi?"
Shizuma grumbled.
"Mrs. Sakuragi," Chloe lightly shook her awake. "Mr. Moreau is here with his daughter." Shizuma snapped her eyes open and sat up from her bed. It was Monday already. She looked up at Chloe who's face was red while she was handing her a black silk robe. She was bare-naked with her breasts freely displayed. Shizuma took the robe.
"Thank you, Chloe," she said warmly and clothed herself with it, and headed down stairs. Mr. Moreau was admiring some photograph memories that sat on the a table before he even noticed her presence.
"I'm sorry, I had a rough night," Shizuma's voice caught his attention, his eyes began to drink her figure that was loosely hugged by the robe. She stared at him for a moment then looked down at his legs where a small, timid figure was hiding behind, clutching onto his pant legs.
"My, my, Mr. Moreau," Shizuma smiled and crouched low to the child's height. "It looks like you have a little fairy that stole away with you." This made the man chuckle lightly, he stepped to the side and took the girls hand and knelt low to her.
"Now, Mariko, I want you to be a good girl for Mrs. Sakuragi. She's going to teach you French so you can go to that nice big school Daddy showed you. Do you remember the school?" he asked the girl, but she stayed quiet while staring at the woman. Shizuma felt weak in her knees and nearly fell over when her eyes were laid on the child.
Strawberry hair... pink eyes... blushing cheeks...
Shizuma stood up quickly to redeem herself from embarrassment, allowing the man to stand up out of concern. The silver damsel took a deep breath and walked over to the kitchen where the he followed her. She poured herself a cup of coffee.
"Mr. Moreau-"
"Please, call me Vincent."
"Vincent..." Shizuma swallowed her words. "What was your wife's name again?"
"Maggie..."
"Maggie..."
"Is there a problem?" he asked.
"No, no!" She casually waved as if she was trying to swat away that idea and took a sip of her morning drink. "What time will her nanny be here?"
"Eleven."
"Alright," She glanced over to the young girl who was curiously pointing at a fish in the large aquarium of the dining room. She smiled at the girl. "You have a beautiful daughter."
"Thank you," he said with a warm smile and took a look at his watch. "Dang, I have to go now." He quickly went over to his little girl and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Daddy, has to go now. Sophie will pick you up after your lesson."
"Good luck out there," Shizuma said. He smiled and walked over to the door, waving as he left. As soon as he left Shizuma called out for Chloe, who came running down the stairs.
"Can you watch her while I get dress?" She asked.
"Of course."
"Thank you."
Shizuma quickly trotted up the stairs and into her bedroom, but instead of the closet, she darted to her purse and dug her phone out, dialing Miyuki.
"Hello?"
"Miyuki! Oh my god, you won't believe this."
"What? Is something wrong?"
"I'm going insane..."
"What?"
"I.. One of my students looks just like Nagisa... I mean I- I- I-"
"Wait, slow down..."
"Can you come over and look at her? I need to know I'm not hallucinating! Please!"
"Okay, okay! Um, give me an hour. I'll make up an excuse."
"Hurry!"
Shizuma hung up the phone with shaky hands. She took a few deep breathes and moved to her closet to throw on a simple outfit for the day.
…...
"Okay, say it again," she smiled and placed a comforting hand on Mariko's back to encourage her reading from a french book.
"Bonjour, Comment vous appelez-vous? Je m'appelle Mariko," she sweetly read slowly but very well for a beginner.
"Very good," Shizuma said.
Knock knock knock.
"Keep reading while I answer the door."
"Okay."
Shizuma got up and walked over to the front door with haste, swinging it open, grabbing Miyuki's wrist and yanking her inside.
"Wow..." Miyuki said while looking at the child. "You weren't kidding..."
"Of course I'm not kidding!" she whispered harshly and took her friend around the corner and out of sight of the child. "The resemblance is strikingly identical, but her mother's name is Maggie."
"Maggie? But she looks Japanese..."
"I know!" Shizuma huffed. "Mr. Moreau said that she was."
"Maybe her parents were Western fans?"
"Maybe Mariko is adopted..."
"You think Nagisa got pregnant and gave the child up for adoption?"
"It makes sense, though right?" Shizuma asked. "She's five years old and Nagisa finished college three years ago. She could have gotten an unwanted pregnancy and gave up her child so she could finish school."
"Wow..."
"Wow is right..."
"We need to do some digging around," Miyuki said. "We should tell Tamao about this, I'm sure she can help us out."
"I sure hope so."
…...
AN: Short but awesome... =D
