A/N: It's been a long time! I'm truly sorry for such a long delay. I have no viable excuse other than I simply chose not to write. I hope this chapter makes up for some of the delay. I do not own any of the clothing brands mentioned in this chapter, which are the sole property of their respective designers.

Standard disclaimer applies.

Warning: rated M for adult themes. Readers under 18, continue at your own discretion.


Chapter 12


"Sakura sweetheart, are you sure about this?" my dad asks me uncertainly. He's helping me move into the brand new luxury apartment that Sasuke Uchiha bought me.

"But you barely know the man! For heaven's sake, your father and I barely know the man!" my mom spazzes at the kitchen counter as she prepares three steaming cups of jasmine green tea, one of my favorite brews. She's helping me move into the apartment too.

She makes a valid point. There's absolutely no logical reason for me to accept a gift of this magnitude from a man who I've only really known for several months. Many would call it illogical, risky, and simply idiotic. However, when you're a brand new surgical intern with a meager starting income while simultaneously working as a secretary for a major corporation then accepting a gift this grand is completely logical, at least in my books. If Sasuke wants to spend his money, which is essentially unlimited in supply, and buy me this amazing apartment, then I have no qualms whatsoever. He's a grown man who works hard to earn his own income so he deserves to spend it any way he sees fit.

My mom walks around the counter carefully holding onto the handles of two tea mugs. She passes one steaming mug to my dad and hands me the other. She returns to the counter to grab the last mug sitting on the granite countertop before returning to sit on my brand new reclining sectional sofa. She sits at one end of the sofa with her feet tucked underneath her thighs, while I lazily lean back against the corner and my dad reclines at the other end.

"Jesus Christ sweet pea, the man even bought you this furniture?" my mom's tone is skeptical and I don't blame her. I was skeptical when I walked into the apartment to find that every room was already fully furnished. My parents basically helped me move in my closet which is neatly packed away into multiple cardboard boxes.

"I'm not complaining. This sofa feels amazing on my back." my dad drawls lazily from his position on the reclining portion of the sofa. My mom glares at him but he either ignores her, or he doesn't see her.

"A luxurious apartment equipped with equally luxurious furniture does not give the man merit!" my mom exclaims, but I smirk when I catch my dad's drooping eyes. My mother's eyes narrow into slits and I watch amusedly as her muscles tense, ready to unleash her fury on my poor defenseless dad.

"Mom, relax. Sasuke is a grown man who makes his own money without help from anyone. Let him spend his hard earned money any way he pleases." I place my lips on the edge of my mug and gently blow on the surface of the hot amber liquid to slightly cool it before taking a careful sip.

The flowery herbal aroma of the tea helps to loosen my tightened muscles from a day of moving. Later I plan to take a nice hot bath in the master bathroom's gigantic porcelain tub to fully unwind. Just the thought of soaking in hot water with lit candles and a million dollar view of the park and city has me itching to throw my parents out of the apartment.

"Still, for him to go so far as to buy you this apartment. It's like he's buying his way into your heart or something."

My mom takes a sip of her tea before her brows knit together. That's when I know she's gone and gotten lost in her own thoughts. Her last comment is unsettling. What if what she said is true and Sasuke is trying to nestle his way into my heart by showering me with lavish gifts? How would I feel?

I'd feel furious for one. My love isn't some kind of commodity or object that someone can just purchase with outrageously expensive items. The thought of Sasuke buying my love unnerves me. If he is trying to do just that, what would be his motive? I have nothing to offer the man. He's a billionaire-playboy-extraordinaire blessed with godly looks and a vast multi-billion dollar empire. There's nothing I could possibly give him that would even remotely compare to all his possessions. He could practically buy his own country for heaven's sake!

So what could I possibly offer? I think long and hard about my assets and chuckle softly to myself when I realize that all I really have to offer are my bubblegum pink hair and emerald green eyes. I'm sure there's not another person in the world that possesses these same two physical traits of mine. Of course, my dad is an exception since he provided me with the genes necessary to reproduce pink hair, and the same is true for my mom who graciously gave me beautiful green eyes.

I look up at my parents after mulling through my mom's last comment about Sasuke and smile softly when I find that both have fallen asleep. It's a wonder that their mugs full of scalding hot tea haven't toppled over yet, but I'm not waiting for that catastrophe to happen. I gulp down the remaining green tea in my mug before standing up and stretching my joints until I hear multiple resounding pops. I head over to one of the cardboard boxes near my dad's side labeled BLANKETS in my mom's elegant penmanship and pull out two wool blankets. The season is shifting into winter and as a result, temperatures are cooling down and one can now see their breath whenever they exhale. I gently take my parents' mugs from their loose fingers and place them on coasters. I then proceed to unfold the wool blankets and wrap them securely around my parents' torsos to ensure they stay warm.

Once they're nice and cozy I quietly tip toe to my bathroom and immediately start filling the tub with hot water. As the tub fills I walk into my room to grab a bath towel, a robe, and my phone just in case someone texts or calls me. The tub is full and steaming when I reenter the bathroom, so I shut off the faucet and add jasmine and vanilla scented oils to the water. I set up candles around the perimeter of the tub and light them up before lowering the intensity of the chandelier in the room to a soft yellow-orange glow. I gather up my hair into a bun on the top of my head to prevent the strands from getting wet, uncaring if a few strands of hair manage to pull free. A contented sigh escapes past my lips as I immerse myself in the soothingly hot water, and I instantly feel my tense muscles relax. After several minutes of simply soaking in the tub, I feel extremely pliant.

The tub is strategically built alongside a pair of French windows that open up to a spectacular view of Upper East Side Manhattan. I momentarily close my eyes and bask in the warmth of the sun's fading light as the day transitions from evening to night. The pastel orange, pink, and purple swaths that color the sky slowly transform into a blanket of deep blue-violet. Below, the tops of the gigantic trees that cover Central Park blend in with the darkness and become lost, and dozens of miniscule yellow-orange lights flare up and dot the darkened landscape like buzzing fireflies. All around me, towering buildings of modern-day architectural ingenuity light up like beacons in the city and sparkle brilliantly against the blue-violet sky.

The view really is a million, maybe a billion, dollar view and I feel really grateful to Sasuke that he gave me such an extravagant gift. In all honesty, I wouldn't care if the rest of the apartment was in disarray as long as this part was untouched and intact.

After several more minutes of appreciating my special view, I decide it's time to actually clean my body so I grab the sponge sitting on the tub's edge and dip it into the warm water. I rub all over my body careful not to wet my hair, relishing in the delicious scent of jasmine flowers and warm vanilla. My phone rings just as the sponge glides over my breasts and I release an annoyed grunt. I was really hoping that people would be so kind as to not disturb me while I'm unwinding and relaxing in my gorgeous tub.

Releasing a sigh, I grab my phone and check the collar ID. It's Tenten.

"What's up—"

"Sakura, whatever you're doing stop it right now and get your tight round ass into a tight little dress because we're going clubbing," she gushes excitedly.

"Tenten it's late, I'm tired, and—"

"Oh c'mon Sakura, I know Sasuke gave you the day off so you could move into that fancy new apartment of yours, which I will be visiting soon," I want to groan out loud. It's only the first day in my apartment, boxes are still unpacked, and Tenten expects me to go clubbing?

"Listen Tenten, I'm grateful for your invitation and all, but I still have boxes to unpack—"

"Yeah, I can see that." She responds coolly and I imagine her smirking smugly with her arms crossed over her chest. Her response immediately sets off warning bells in my head. She can see that my boxes are unpacked? That's not possible unless she's in my apartment.

"Tenten," I start off uneasily, "where are you?" I shut my eyes and silently chant to myself hoping she's not in my apartment.

"I'm sitting on your sofa which is way more fucking comfortable than my bed by the way." My eyes fly open and I sit still in my tub for a few seconds, allowing the fact to sink in that Tenten is in my apartment uninvited and I don't have any idea as to how she was able to enter in the first place.

"Hey Sakura, where are you?" the sound of heels clacking against my hardwood floors forces my mind to come to a faster realization, and I'm immediately scrambling to get out of the tub and into my fluffy white bathrobe. The tomboyish brunette walks into my bathroom and turns up the chandelier's light just as I'm finishing tying my robe closed.

When I look up, Tenten is leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest and a smirk plastered onto her face.

"Hmm, fate must be on my side since you apparently just finished bathing. Now get ready." However, my mind doesn't fully register Tenten's words as I'm too preoccupied with being shocked.

The tomboyish brunette I've come to know and befriend is definitely not the same one standing before me in black leather Prada boots and a navy blue Ralph Lauren skin tight high collar long-sleeved club dress. The hem of the dress actually stops mid-thigh. On top of the sexy feminine outfit her standard twin buns are nowhere to be seen, and instead all I see are waves of silky chocolate tresses that end mid-back. What further astonishes me is the fact that she's actually wearing make-up! Eye shadow the same shade as her dress colors her eyelids, her brows are plucked, her lashes accentuated by dark mascara, and her lips defined by a blue lipstick so dark it nearly resembles black.

"Okay, who are you and what have you done with Tenten?" the beautiful brunette standing before me frowns and walks towards me.

"Nothing, and is that a bad thing?"

"No, it's just you look so different and so goddamn sexy. You look amazing Tenten." She really does.

"Yeah, yeah, now shut it and get into your hottest clubbing outfit because I'm ready to go hog crazy." Tenten brushes off my comment with a wave of her manicured hand, but I easily see the blush that blooms on her cheeks. I know at this point it's already futile to even try and argue with the adamant brunette, so I head straight to my room and prepare to go clubbing.

It doesn't take me long to find an appropriate dress and do my makeup. I wear a simple black bandeau clubbing dress that tastefully hugs all my curves and shows off my toned arms and legs. I may be a surgical intern and a part-time secretary, but I don't skimp out on my workouts. I understand perfectly the health and social benefits of staying in shape and maintaining a healthy physique. To match my dress, I slip on black pumps with silver spikes running along the toe and upper heel. I apply a simple coating of mascara and lip gloss and I'm out the door with Tenten in no later than fifteen minutes, of course not before leaving my parents a note stating that I went clubbing with a wild animal.


We arrive at the club in roughly twenty minutes and a low whistle escapes my glossed lips upon sight of the grand building.

"Are you sure we're going clubbing Tenten, or are we staying at a hotel?" I turn to look at Tenten to find a knowing smirk on her face.

"This, my bubblegum haired friend, is none other than Club Fan. The most exclusive and expensive club in Upper East Side Manhattan, and one of the most expensive clubs in the entire state of New York. Its owner is also someone you're well acquainted with." Tenten's smirk becomes mischievous and I instantly recognize Club Fan's owner.

"It's Sasuke isn't it?" There's neither excitement nor amusement in my voice. I'm really starting to get irked by how much Sasuke's influencing my life.

"Bingo! And he gave us all-access VIP passes so we wouldn't have to wait in line, and it comes with complimentary seating in the loft!" Tenten gushes animatedly like a schoolgirl and I commit the image to memory, planning to use it as blackmail for the next time I want to force Tenten into submission. If she thinks she can get away with taking me clubbing against my will, then she's sadly mistaken.

Tenten grabs me by the arm and drags me to the club's front entrance. Standing guard at the front entrance is a tall, burly man dressed in a fitted black suit, crisp white dress shirt, black tie, and black sunglasses. Placed securely in his left ear is an earpiece attached to an unseen object in his pants' left pocket by a coiling spring cord. He looks every bit the standard security guard.

"Passes," he inquires in a smooth bass. Tenten wastes no time in flashing him our MVP passes with a wide grin on her face. The bouncer simply nods his head and steps aside, granting us entrance into Club Fan.

Upon stepping inside, I'm instantly blasted by the sound system's deep, reverberating bass, and my nostrils are hit by the smell of expensive, fragrant cologne mixed with sweat. It's a heady, intoxicating smell that causes a coil in the pit of my stomach to tighten.

Alternating flashes of white and blue momentarily illuminate the club in brilliant light, while gold and brass ornate lamps hanging from the club's high ceilings gently bathe the room with a soft amber glow. The walls of the club are covered by what appears to be expensive and professionally done black wallpaper detailed by veins of gold. The dance floor is one gigantic rectangle of tiles that shift colors from red, blue, and purple with a red and white fan symbol in the center. A fully stocked gorgeous chrome bar spans a third of each wall, and booths of black leather couches curved around a chrome table span the remainder of the walls. To the left of the entrance is a staircase that runs along the walls and leads to a second level.

The loft area reserved for those with VIP passes is comprised of booths similar to the ones below and a bar immediately adjacent to the staircase. The bartender working behind the counter graciously hands Tenten and I iced strawberry margaritas upon reaching the last step, and we head to one of the empty booths away from the metal railing.

Once we're comfortable and seated I take a tentative sip of the margarita and allow the icy liquid to swirl on my tongue before swallowing. It's sweet and delicious and it glides down my throat effortlessly. It's been a while since I've drank any kind of alcoholic beverage so I decide that this margarita is going to serve as my preferred drink for the night.

I glance at Tenten and raise an eyebrow at her empty drink glass. Even the rim of the glass is wiped clean of any salt.

"Thirsty Tenten?"

"Hell yeah! I'm gonna go get another one. Want one?" I laugh at Tenten's excitement over her drink and respond with a nod as I take another sip of the sweet concoction. She gives me a bright smile and leaves our booth to grab additional drinks.

While the unusually boisterous brunette is away getting strawberry margaritas, I take the time to fully observe my surroundings, or more specifically the other people in the club. A majority of the clubbers are young men and women probably in their mid- to late-twenties, and it's blaringly apparent by their expensive looking clothes that they all come from wealthy families. I take a big sip of my drink as I turn my gaze to a booth several booths away from me and lock eyes with a man lounging casually against the back of the couch. He's accompanied by two other people but I can't accurately identify them due to the insufficient amount of light shining on their shadowed figures.

Unruly ebony hair frames his beautiful, aristocratic face and offsets his flawless ivory skin. Day's old stubble covers his jaw and mouth, giving him a sexy, rugged appearance. He's wearing a fitted white button-up shirt that clings deliciously to his muscular body with the top two buttons undone, revealing part of his toned chest. Gray slim chinos, held securely by a black belt, hang low on his hips revealing a sliver of black silk boxers and are accompanied by black suede oxfords. On his left wrist is a black leather watch accentuated by a platinum face while black onyx studs decorate his ear lobes. He's painfully gorgeous but what captures my attention the most are his obsidian eyes that shine like black diamonds under the iridescence of the hanging lamps and the quick flashes of club light.

I'm trapped by his strong steady gaze and a feeling in my gut warns me that I know this man. Despite the distance between us I gaze deeply into his abysmal black eyes, trying and thinking hard to learn his identity. Ever so slowly his sculpted lips tilt on the bias into an oh-so-sexy smirk and I almost spit out my margarita. The gorgeous man sitting two or three booths away and looking like he doesn't have a care in the world is none other than Sasuke Uchiha. The same man who recently bought me a very expensive apartment and who owns the dance club I'm currently sitting in.

Before I can fully gather my bearings, another ice cold strawberry margarita is placed carefully in front of me, but it's not the heavenly margarita that manages to distract me from gawking at Sasuke. It's the hand that placed it down. I follow the olive-skinned hand upwards to find a black sleeve and continue further to see the smirking face of Kiba Inuzuka, the man I momentarily danced with at Naruto's twenty-sixth birthday party.

"Hey there," he drawls lazily in his gruff baritone and it sends pleasant shivers up my spine.

"Hey yourself," I manage to respond back smoothly.

I feel slightly guilty because the last time I was around Kiba, I ditched him in the middle of our dance when I was one second away from kissing him. Looking at his unshaven but handsome face I can easily tell that he's remembering the same time I am. I just hope he won't hold it against me. I glance back at Sasuke's booth and discover stormy pools of obsidian. I almost groan out loud. If Sasuke starts something in his own club, he's going to be in a mess of trouble and I'm going to have to clean it up.

"Mind if I join you?" Kiba nods towards the seat in front of me.

"Sure," I respond hesitantly.

Once he's seated he doesn't say anything more and instead opts to stare at me. Slightly unnerved but not one to back down from a staring competition, I gaze into his chocolate brown orbs. I take the opportunity to scan his outfit, or at least what I can see from his top half. He's wearing a fitted black button-up shirt, the top two buttons undone to reveal a toned chest and some chest hair. I'm not a big fan of chest hair but on Kiba it looks good. His brown hair is in its usual disarray of messy spikes but this time his face is void of any facial hair. He suddenly looks several years younger than when I encountered him at Naruto's party.

"You left me." He finally says after about a minute of staring at me. It's not a question or confused statement and I don't blame him. I did leave him.

I can tell that he wants an explanation but I'm not exactly comfortable telling him that when I glanced at Sasuke, he looked like a kicked puppy which pulled on my heart strings and filled me with guilt.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I had to take care of some business." It isn't a complete lie. I did need to take care of business. I needed to deal with an outrageously jealous and upset Sasuke Uchiha.

Kiba stares at me for a few more seconds and I'm afraid that he's going to inquire about the nature of my business. Thankfully, he decides to emit a low grunt and rake a hand through his already tousled hair.

"So what're you doing here?" I'm puzzled by his random appearance, but I guess his presence isn't totally inconceivable since he is the president of a major corporation and he does have the means to purchase an all-access VIP pass.

"Tenten called me and told me to come saying there was someone who wanted to meet me, and I'm assuming she dragged you here against your will." He hits the nail on the head and I offer him a small smile which he responds to with a lazy smirk.

"You owe me." He states calmly and I raise one eyebrow at him.

"Owe you what exactly?"

"Another dance," he responds simply, staring intently at me with his chocolate orbs as if gauging my reaction. He wants another dance? I guess I could give him one.

I stare past Kiba's left shoulder and lock eyes with Sasuke who's previously stormy demeanor now looks deadly. A tremor pulses through my body against my will. He's obviously displeased with my proximity to Kiba and his jealousy is so palpable I can almost see it radiating off his body in crashing green waves. Instead of feeling giddy that Sasuke's jealous of another man simply because I'm sitting across from him, I feel irritation slowly pouring into my system. It's ridiculous how jealous he is! Suddenly another dance with Kiba doesn't sound like a bad idea and I decide to push thoughts of Sasuke to the far reaches of my mind.

I turn back to Kiba masking my displeasure at Sasuke's envious disposition with what I hope is a sexy smile and respond with a breathy "yes." Kiba wastes no time in coming to my side and offering me a hand. I glance back at Sasuke, assuring I have his undivided attention before slowly placing my hand in Kiba's larger one. I feel a sense of victory course through me when Sasuke's eyes flash angrily and his grip on the couch tightens until his knuckles are white. I know that I shouldn't be baiting Sasuke like this especially since he gifted me a brand new apartment, but I can't help but toy with him like a person drawn to a flickering flame and playing with it. The thrill of angering something so dangerous like a powerful businessman and keeping it at bay surges through me and I savor the feeling. I'm fully aware that I could experience some serious repercussions later on down the line when it's just me and Sasuke again, but at my current point and time I could care less.

Kiba leads me down the staircase and once we're on the dance floor, my ass is grinding on his crotch like it's never known a cock before and Kiba's hands are latched onto my hips and gliding up and down my sides. Every time his rough skin makes contact with my exposed thighs and whenever I inhale his delicious scent I want to elicit a moan, but I bite it back not wanting to lead Kiba on. I only want to dance with the gorgeous man, not sleep with him. However, my body betrays my mind's orders to reign in all signs of desire and unleashes a shiver of pleasure.

"Leave with me," Kiba whispers huskily into the shell of my ear and my body involuntarily releases another shiver. I lay my head against his broad shoulder and content to mumble unintelligently. Kiba chuckles and continues to grind his semi-hard member into my backside.

I've never felt so lecherous and dirty in my life, but my body feels too good to care. I crack my eyes slightly open and observe the other dancers. I catch sight of a beautiful brunette dancing with a man who also has long brown locks and realize that it's Tenten. It's no wonder she never came back with my drink and Kiba arrived with the frosty alcoholic beverage instead. I stare at the man with long brown hair and take in his features. After staring at his handsome angular face and opaque violet eyes for a couple of seconds, I realize that the man Tenten is currently grinding against is her husband Neji. It bothers me that I could forget that Tenten is married, but I quickly erase the thought from my mind as the beat of the music slows to a sexy, deep bass. I close my eyes once again and enjoy the feeling of Kiba's hard pectorals, abdominals, and pelvis rubbing deliciously against my backside.

"Leave with me," Kiba whispers again into my ear and he rests his chin on the junction between my neck and shoulders, nuzzling his lips into the side of my neck. His arms wrap around my waist and I lay my hands on top of his. They're rough and warm. I'm so content that all I can do is rest my weight against his and mewl softly.

Out of nowhere I start getting this feeling that someone is watching me and burning holes into Kiba's head, so I grudgingly open my eyes and engage in an intense staring competition with Sasuke who's dancing with a beautiful black haired woman about a dozen feet away. Suddenly I'm not so comfortable dancing in Kiba's arms anymore, but before I can pull away from him Sasuke smirks evilly and dips his head into the crook of the woman's neck. I can tell he's whispering dirty things to her because her face heats up and she's stopped dancing. Watching them be so intimate causes my blood to boil and I want nothing more than to march over there and rip her away from Sasuke.

I almost do just that when I stop myself. Why do I care so much? I recall the time when I was sitting in on one of Tenten's martial arts lessons and she talked to me during a break. She basically told me to be vigilant about my relationship with Sasuke, fearing that I might fall in love with him and suggesting that my character would change. At that time I scoffed at her anxiety and brushed it off as needless worry. Now, however, I'm starting to think that she was right. I'm becoming angry and jealous of other women who have any form of contact with Sasuke when I never used to even bat a single eyelash. What the hell is wrong with me?

Kiba starts to whisper in my ear again but all I hear is mumbling. I'm too distracted by the leaving forms of Sasuke and the black haired woman. What the hell is he doing with her? He's supposed to be giving Karin a fair chance! I detach myself from Kiba and turn to him with an apology on my lips, but he analyzes my expression before I even get a chance to speak.

"Let me guess, you have business?" He grunts annoyed.

"Yes, I'm really sorry. How about we meet up over a drink or something?" I take a step away from Kiba and cross my fingers hoping he won't be too upset. He sighs and gives me a nod before stuffing his hands angrily into his pockets.

"Thanks Kiba! Can you tell Tenten I went home early to take care of business?" I wait for his nod of acceptance before turning around and briskly walking towards the entrance of the club.

Once I'm outside I head towards the parking lot where all the expensive cars are kept. I barely make it five feet when I hear muffled sounds coming from the alleyway to the right of the club. I slowly and carefully walk towards it, making sure to be quiet so I don't surprise whatever is making the sounds. I scrunch my eyebrows in thought when the muffled sounds become louder and more distinct. They're wet, sloppy sounds as if something is being sucked on. I peek around the corner and feel my heart drop to the ground and shatter into millions of tiny pieces. The wet, sloppy sounds are coming from Sasuke and the woman making out in the alleyway. Sasuke's hands are gripping onto her petite waist while her hands are shoved under his shirt.

I watch the two be intimate with each other in despair despite my mind telling me to run away. When she begins to unbutton Sasuke's shirt and he doesn't try to stop her, I decide it's time for me to leave. I swivel on my feet and shoot from my position like a rocket. I run to the nearest parked cab and hop in, trying desperately through pathetic sobs to give my address to the taxi driver. I can tell I'm making him uncomfortable because he fidgets in his seat.

Once I'm in my apartment I lock the door and head straight for my room. My parents have left me a sticky note on my bedroom door saying they've gone home for the night and will return the next day to continue helping me unpack. I'm thankful that they're not present to see me like this. My whole life my parents have been telling me to be strong, expecting me to overcome my weaknesses and to not shed a tear for anyone or anything. It'd be a shame if they saw me now.

It's not until I'm in the safety of my room that I let the dam break and allow the tears to fall. I wipe them away angrily, disgusted with my lapse in willpower and with the saltiness of my tears. Why the hell am I so sad? I didn't cry when I caught him and Karin about to fuck on his office desk, so why am I bawling now? It doesn't make any sense.

Suddenly, I feel like all the energy has been drained from my body and I want nothing more than to curl up on my king sized bed and sleep away all my useless pain so I can wake up new and refreshed. I climb onto my bed and snuggle under the covers, uncaring of whether my dress becomes crumpled. Five minutes later, after crying really hard, I hear rapid loud knocks on my door followed by my name being called. It's Sasuke. He's telling me to open the door but shut him out. I close my eyes again and try to drift back to sleep, but the sound of heavy footsteps causes them to shoot open again. I stare at my bedroom door, unbelieving that Sasuke is actually in my apartment. When the footsteps become even louder I scramble out of my bed and make a mad dash for the door, wanting to lock it before Sasuke comes in. Just as my fingertip touches the lock, he barges in breathing heavily and his heady scent invades my nostrils.

"Sakura—"

I don't give him a chance to speak. I glance down at my hand and allow the redness of my palm to fuel my anger. It's going to be a long night.


I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! It was not easy hashing it out, trust me. Please forgive any slight spelling or grammatical errors, as well as any inconsistencies with the plot. If anything seems disorganized or inappropriately used, please do not hesitate to inform me so I can make the necessary changes. I hope to update faster than before since I actually have quite a bit of time on my hands now that summer vacation is only a week away. Until next chapter!