Ren sighed, running his fingers through his lavish hair. He felt a splitting headache coming on, and not from the alcohol he was drinking either. Ren sat in a dark bar, loud music playing
His head hurt from thinking so much and about something so stressful: Nanami Haruka. His wife was one strange girl. She had no defining features yet already had the full attention of the Hijirikawa corporation head. He had been thinking about her all day since he had woken to find her snug and warm in his lap in the morning. He gave a smirk at the image of her panicked face in the morning, a deep red. He took another gulp of his drink and placed it down, having finished it off. He turned around in his seat and leaned back, staring out at the crowd.
He let out a sigh, shaking his head. No matter what he did he couldn't help but think about his hopeless wife. She was so weak he could barely understand how she did fall apart. She had been hospitalized so many times and fallen ill so often it was a miracle she was still alive. Though, he had to admit, after she went to the Hijirikawa mansion she seemed a bit more vibrant. But, it was no secret that she would get sickly again.
He couldn't understand a woman like her- so fragile and shaky. She lived with no spending and didn't care for anything fancy. Even Masato liked to spend.
"Another." Ren said, pushing his glass towards the bar tender. The bartender rose his eyebrow, momentarily pausing from drying his glass before shaking his head and refilling Ren's glass. Ren took the glass and sipped at it, putting it down when he felt a little woosy.
"Hey," Ren looked up to find a woman smirking down at him. She was dressed in a purple cocktail dress with a low v- neck. She had long, black hair that fell around her shoulders and bright green eyes. "You alone?" She purred, sitting next to him.
He wanted to scoff at the woman for having so much makeup on. She had dark eyeshadow on and thick mascara. Her lips were painted with a blood red color and her cheeks were covered in blush. He found her utterly unattractive with that much makeup on, perhaps she would have peaked his interest with a little less on.
"Whats your name?" She smiled, stretching in a way that pushed up her bosom, exposing her big rack.
"I'm married." Ren said, hoping to discourage her. But, instead, she smirked, chuckling.
"Thats okay," She winked. Ren grunted in annoyance and turned away from her. He heard her calling to him, trying to grab his attention, but he kept ignoring her, falling back into his thoughts.
He never thought that a petty girl like Haruka Nanami could be such a nuisance to him. He would have thought she would divorce him a long time ago. Instead, she was too shy to speak up about her own happiness and it annoyed him. Why didn't she leave by now? There was no way she loved him or even remotely liked him for that matter with the way he treats her. And she was about to stand up for herself a couple weeks ago when she agreed to go to the Hijirikawa mansion. But, other than that one time, she never spoke once out of line. She was too kind for him.
Ren knew his kind of girl- hot blooded and hardheaded. A girl that could drive him wild! He was hoping that his brother would at least get him a girl like that before handing the company over to him and moving to France to take over they're stepmother's business. But instead he got a petty little girl with health problems and no experience in the outside world from her sheltered childhood.
He admitted that he was disappointed. He decided to ignore her, as if she wasn't even there. Pretend that there was no wedding or ring. He let her stay inside all day and never gave her things to do. He knew that sooner or latter even a girl like her would leave him. But, still, she refused to say a word for herself.
"What's got you lookin like that, hun?" Ren mentally sighed, momentarily forgetting that the woman had not left yet. He felt her hands on his back and watched as they slid up his spine and reached his neck. Her face appeared on his shoulder, placing her chin on his collar bone. "What're you thinking about?"
"My wife." Ren said clear cut.
"Why you thinking about her?" She purred, running her fingers across his jaw line. He felt her breasts on his back, slightly pushing against him.
"She's a lot to think about." Ren said, turning his face away from her. She grunted in annoyance and her body suddenly disappeared.
"Look, if your gonna sit here alone, thats fine with me. But, if you wanna have fun, I'm in the back room." She said, twisting on her 5 inch heels and leaving. Ren sighed, glad that she had left him alone to think.
His thoughts drifted back to the night before, even if his memories were still a little hazy. Of what he did remember, he had tugged her onto his lap and held onto her tight, even when she struggled. She tried to convince him to let her go, but something in him wasn't right that night and he begged her to stay. Perhaps he was starved for attention and grabbed the first woman he could get- who ended up being his wife. He seemed to have a better memory of his other senses besides sight. He nearly curled his hands remembering the grap he had on her waist. She had such sharp hip bones and her skin was as smooth as the finest silk. He smirked, remembering her intoxicating scent of woman. He never noticed how much of a woman she smelled like, giving off such a scent of a flower ready to be picked- or in this case, perhaps broken.
He had to admit, the idea of bedding her never ran through his head until now. But the thought suddenly came as an excited rush through his body. The only problem was getting her into bed and willing- there was no way he would hurt a lady, he had morals after all. But Ren wasn't too worried.
After all, he was THE Jinguji Ren.
It was only a matter of time before she would fall victim to his games, then she would be willing to give her life to be with him. Not that he cared about her. He liked to think of it as 'getting around to entertaining her'. After all, he DID ignore her for years, it was about time for him to give her some love and attention. He smirked, getting some ideas.
He pulled out his phone and dialed his chauffeur. He would need a ride home after he gulped down the rest of his beer.