Married to You
A/N: This is basically the real beginning. The two chapters before were sort of the prologue, you know? =P Don't forget to review =)3. My New Lover
Sakura
She didn't really care about the hearts of the guys she met. They liked her, so what? Her standards were high; she was quite the picky player, never settling for anything lower than she deserved. The one-week guys that always treated her good were the types of guys that every girl wanted yet Sakura didn't care for them much.
She wasn't a slut because she hadn't lost her virginity, sure she would lead them on but never go so far as to have any kind of sex. She was 23 now going on to 24 in 3-4 month's time. Her birthday was in November, and right now it was August. Oh how beautiful the weather was in August.
She currently had no boyfriend, she was single and somewhat enjoying it. Everything in her life was normal, she was still friends with Tomoyo, still hated Syaoran, and Tomoyo and Eriol were still together.
Touya currently was in China, busy learning to be a good businessman like his father and his grandfather and his grandfather's father. Everyone counted on Touya to take on the Kinomoto name, while Sakura, well she didn't know what was in store for yet, but hopefully she'll find her destiny soon.
Sakura lived in an apartment with Tomoyo, which unfortunately was across the hall to Eriol's who lived with none other than Syaoran. How fucking peachy keen she thought.
Both apartments were pretty big, actually they were the only ones on the floor. Sort of like a pent house suite. With only one hallway between them leading to the stairs and the elevator.
"Hmm... what shall I do today?" she asked herself. Looking out the window at the busy people in the city below.
She decided she might as well find a new person tonight. She maybe loving the single life, but she was missing the free dinners, the movies, the opera and the gifts her lovers bought often her.
She walked into her room and up to her closet. Nearly everything expensive she had was not from her own wallet. Ex-boyfriends and admirers still sent her gifts and the flowers on her dresser changed every day. Sakura looked through her neatly organized walk-in closet, she felt like she was shopping in her own home.
Picking out the perfect outfit, she dressed, took her cell-phone and set out. Sakura was wearing a thin, forest-green, cashmere sweater that showed off her shoulders, with a black tank top, black capri pants and black and green prada shoes with matching black/green prada bag. Her hair was in a messy high bun with a few tendrils framing her face, and beautiful, gold, antique chandelier earrings.
"Hello Matt." Sakura smiled at the elevator boy who shyly tipped his hat.
Once out of the apartment she decided to go to a near-by café. If her waiter were a guy she often got her meal for free, yet any waitress that served her, would look at her spitefully and always delay her order. Of course this infuriated Sakura but she always found ways to get back at the silly envious girls.
A handsome young waiter seated her at a small circular table with a beautiful view of the outside world. "So, ma'am what'll it be?" the waiter asked eagerly.
Sakura gazed down the menu. "Well..." she peered at his name tag, "well Jeff, I'd like a café latte and the strawberry sponge cake. Can you be so kind as to add a separate bowl of strawberries and whipped-cream?" She asked innocently.
"Sure thing miss, I'll be back in a minute with your order." Jeff nearly shot out of there to serve this pretty lady. Sakura smiled as she saw his eagerness and took out a book from her purse to occupy herself with.
Just as Jeff had promised, he had brought back her order in no time. She smiled a brilliant smile and thanked him.
Sakura took her time eating, she savored every little morsel of her food. With the strawberries, she gently sucked the cream off of it, knowing she was getting the attentions of many of the male customers in the café. Her very being, as she ate, was seductive, luring men to her like flies to honey. Yet upon the advances of some men who inquired for her number, she found none worthy of her approval, dismissed them with "Sorry, I'm already taken" and a piteous smile. Once finished, she asked for a check. Sweet Jeff came to her with nothing but a single flower saying that the food was on him. Gladly Sakura took the flower and giving Jeff a light peck on the cheek she walked out of the café gracefully, with the air of Audrey Hepburn herself.
Syaoran
"I'm sorry sir, but I have no intention of marrying your daughter." Syaoran was in his office, his feet on his desk and lounging back casually as he talked on the phone.
"No sir, I do not deny the fact that I had a very good time in bed with Kali, however I do not believe I had raped her at all. In fact I believe she had definitely wanted me more than I had wanted her." Syaoran cringed as the Kali's father roared at Syaoran's impertinence.
"That will not be necessary," Syaoran rolled his eyes as he grew bored of this conversation. Then there was a knock on the door and before he could respond to that knock, a very pretty young lady walked in and shut the door quietly behind her.
Syaoran looked up to see her flash a dazzling smile. Her strawberry blond hair flowing gently around her waist and her eyes, a crystalline blue that made the sky duller than the gray of the gum stuck on sidewalks. He winked at her before he returned his attention back on to the fuming father who's daughter was no longer a virgin and no longer eligible to marry the previous engagement that she had been set up for.
"Mr. Zang, I have no more time nor patience for this conversation to continue, therefore if there are any more problems you have need to discuss, send an email to my lawyer. Goodbye, and good day sir." Before giving Mr. Zang a chance to respond, Syaoran hung up the phone.
"Karla, no more calls unless it's absolutely unavoidable. Use your best instincts and don't mess up." Releasing the intercom button, Syaoran impatiently waited for his secretary's response.
A stutter of "Yes sir, of course sir" followed and with that Syaoran greeted his sexy guest. She was wearing a baby blue suit, white tank top, and thank God for short skirts.
Maya winked at him as she watched him watch her. "Whatya looking at Syao?"
"You." Syaoran took his time as his eyes took her clothes off, one by one throwing them aside and then felt every curve of her body. Finally he looked into those blue eyes that he so adored. "How you doing, babe?" Syaoran winked "Missed me?"
Maya laughed at his silliness. She felt like she loved Syaoran. She didn't even mind that he slept around and cheated on her once in awhile, she knew that was the way he was. She had to accept that, and she did. Of course it didn't mean that it didn't bother her, but there were many other girls he could be with right now, and she knew she was very lucky.
"You're supposed to take me out to dinner dear, and buy me roses, and make love to me all night." She purred as she ran her soft finger down his chest.
Syaoran smirked, especially at hearing the words "make love" because he hated that saying. Sex was sex there was nothing to it. Of course he had been with Maya longer than any girl (besides Meilin) but surely he never experienced "making love" per say? Rather than say any of his thoughts out loud, he extended his arm and swept her away for a night of what ladies think is "romance" but to guys, it's something to go through to get some real good sex in the end. And for Syaoran, Maya really was one of the best he's ever come across.
Sakura
She had been to bookstores and shopping here and there and now she was tired and decided to go to a bar. Only if Tomoyo would come back. She and Eriol had gone away to England and Sakura was feeling lonely. Thinking it was best if she left her bags of clothing, books and such at home she set off to her apartment before heading out to her favorite bar in Tokyo.
At the bar
A jazzy song played in the background as Sakura sat at the bar, lit with blue lights and the name of the bar, Chemistry, flashing in neon pink and green colors. Ok, so chemistry was one of her worst subjects in high school, but the bar itself was quite classy.
A pianist played on a circular stage that had a blue light along the edge of it, the people here were not drunkards, they were sophisticated people who drank socially with a group of friends, and if people were alone here, they never went home piss drunk. This was just not the type of place to do so.
Some of the drinks on menu were quite cute. Some were served in flasks and beakers, the specialty of the house foamed so it looked like mixed chemicals reacting to form a new compound. As a matter of fact it was a very strong drink and you got a prize if you could drink 3 of them without becoming drunk off your ass. Those were often for private parties in separate rooms so as not to disturb the pleasant atmosphere of the main bar.
"Can I get you a drink, ma'am?" Sakura smiled as she sat on a stool at the bar.
"The...Mango twixt Vodka, which is number 54, please." Sakura glanced from the menu to the bartender. He was much too old for her, and not classy enough. He didn't have a grace, he seemed, too common. She merely smiled at him avoiding his suggestive movements and looks. She cared not for him and he was being silly trying to catch her attention.
Sakura sighed hoping that there would be somebody here that could possibly be worth her time. Even among the sophisticated crowd, the real ones were rare. When was the last time SHE had ever wanted someone first? She thought back as the bartender handed her the drink. She swirled the toothpick that had a piece of mango at the end inside the vodka.
Eriol, she thought. Even now she felt a pang of jealousy whenever she saw Tomoyo. Eriol and Tomoyo were the ones that often fought when they were younger, yet some how it was Tomoyo he had wanted and not Sakura. Tomoyo never really knew that Sakura had a thing for Eriol, she never told anyone. But she had thought of him constantly, his deep midnight blue eyes, that at a certain angle, when it caught the right amount of light would look like a dark clear sky filled with stars. Ah, no matter though. She sighed, play or be played, and never fall in love.
"I don't believe in love!" she said out loud to her self. The bartender looked at her strangely before resuming to his current task of cleaning the glasses.
As she sipped her drink, she spotted somebody that caught her eyes. The pianist, who stood up, was on his way over to the bar and his gray eyes and nearly silver white hair made her gaze admiringly at his attractiveness.
She knew what he saw in her, but she had not ever seen such a handsome man with such angelic, kind features in a long time. They were so rare, these gentle type guys, and she wanted him. And by the look in his eyes, he wanted her too.
"Brandy." He said, the bartender turned around, "Er, with ice... yea..." he nearly stuttered out.
Sakura giggled to herself seeing how cute this guy was. He was shy and innocent in his sweet actions. He sat near Sakura, a seat between her and his tender body. She couldn't believe she was making the conquest. She'd often let men come to her, and here she was drooling over the mere sight of his gray eyes that were framed in wire-rimmed glasses. Oh how she loved guys in glasses.
She glanced at him, hoping he was staring at her, and sure enough he was. He looked away upon seeing her eyes connect with his. The eye contact made Sakura feel a jolt of energy throughout her body.
"Hi, my name's Yukito." He seemed nervous, licking his sweet lips he continued "Might I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" He hesitated before continuing, "Either that or I could just call you Angel, that word was made for a woman like you." He winked at her gaining confidence at her smile.
Sakura let out a soft giggle as she turned to face him completely.
"My name's Sakura." She gave him her award-winning smile that could have the whole world down on their knees.
A/N: Oh my what is this? These random new lovers... hehe...I'm sorry this chapter was a bit.. dull O.o and also I appreciate one of my reviewers telling me it's better to say the sexual terms straight out than some other substitute term... oh btw whoever this applies to, if the fact that there are random sex/touchy/whatever scenes bothers you... I'm really really really sorry, but that's why this story's rated R... anyways, be so kind as to give reviews please =)