A/N: Okay, at this point, Im just separating crucial events by cahpters instead of the line/bar things (because the phone app for FFN doesn't have that line/bar thing feature yet)

I apilogize for grammar errors and spelling errors because you know, my thumbs sometimes act up and go wrong. lol.

Enjoy!

Chapter 8

"So..." When Misaki woke up haggard this morning, with thoughts of her boyfriend who she believed was going to break up with her soon, the last thing she expected to happen to her was a date in a five-star restaurant downtown in a private, closed-off room with a stunning panoramic view of Tokyo.

That was exactly what was happening to Misaki at this moment.

It was 8:05 PM, roughly three hours after economics class, and here she was, dressed to the nines (good thing she received a little black dress from her high shool friend Sakura last Christmas and had a pair of beige pumps lying around at the back of her closet), sipping thousand-dollar wine, waiting for appetizers.

"This is fancy." She says as she takes a sip from her class, relishing the woody sweet undertones of the crimson liquid.

"So it is. I imagined you'd like fancy." Usui replies as he adjusted his cufflinks around his left wrist, looking amazingly handsome in a black suit, crisp pastel blue shirt, and deep ocean-blue tie.

As a matter of fact, Misaki does enjoy fancy. She didn't exactly grow up in a fancy household, just that her mom was a well-known food critique while her dad was a self-made businessman, and five-star restaurants, despite the snobs and the gossiping housewives, were more comfortable to her than sushi bars or buffets.

"Not that I like them, per se." Misaki shrugs. "Im just more comfortable, since I grew up in these kinds of establishments."

"Knowing you, though, restaurants and expensive food are the only things you like to spend on." Usui chuckles. "Youre not the type to flaunt wealth. You wear department store clothes and buy from the supermarket rather than some organic food shop. And you live in a walk-up rather than in the penthouse I heard your father bought for your high school graduation."

As usual, Usui Takumi wa spot-on. It was true that Misaki's father was rich. But ever since the divorce, where her father gave up on custody rights and instead insisted on a handsome child support check each month, Misaki vowed to never directly associate with the man again... she didn't want his money either. Not even a whole 2000 sq. foot space with panoramic city views on one side and a bedroom facing the east could get her father on her good side.

"I have no need for all that fanciness, although fine dining is a thing in my house... my mom and all." Misaki chuckles. "She'd flip if she heard that I minimized on food spending by buying from the supermarket and taking out from fastfood chains. Though I had to do it, so she would work less and have more time for herself instead of trying to keep up withmy expenses and all. The penthouse on the otherhand, though its free, I'd rather not take anything more from dad. He can give that gigantic place to my younger sister instead." She looks up at him through her lashes and gives a small, shy smile. "Thank you for taking me out."

He grins. "You're welcome. Unlike you, I have no problem spending my father's money. Especially if it means I get to see you in a short dress like that." He winks and chuckles. Misaki blushes, tugging the hem of her dress down, trying in vain to cover the rest of her thighs. The halter black dress was simple and elegant, covering her front well enough, but exposing a large expanse of her back (and showed a bit of side boob). It fit around the chest area to continue to flare halfway down her thigh.

Misaki smiles shyly. "Shut up. Everyone knows about how you make your own money." Usui was famous for his skills in predicting stock market ups and downs, and has been making more money than any other college student for the past 3 years.

"But I entered the market with his money, so technically, it's still all his."

"I don't get if youre extremely humble or just plain logical." Misaki says just as the waiter approaches with a tray in his hand. He serves the food, and the couple spend their three-course meal in silence, occassionally broken by a "How is it" and "It's good".

As they finish up the god-amazing chocolate lava cake, Misaki starts to feel agitated. She realizes how uncharacteristically silent her boyfriend is being at the moment, so unlike his usual self. Misaki wipes her mouth after swallowing her last spoonful of chocolate cake, then looks up at her boyfriend, who sat back on his seat after finishing his share a while before.

"A-are you sure everything's okay?" Misaki asks. Usui continues to smolder her with a piercibg gaze, making Misaki's nether regions tingle with anticipation. She pressed her thighs together discreetly, afraid that he'd once again flip out if he found out that she was turned on.

"I never said things were fine, Misaki." His eyes darken and his lips press into a tight line. He stares straight into Misaki's eyes, and holy shit, did this cold and seemingly-mad Usui tuen her on.

Her relationship could possibly be on thw line, and yet all Misaki could focus on was the wetness on the apex of her thighs.

Misaki could only look back at him with a frustrated look, her insides twisting at the mere thought that despite his sweet ministrations since the morninf, they could break uo at rhis moment.

Wait.

God no.

They could break up right now.

He's going to dump her.

That would explain the tension and the coldness eminating from him the entire dinner...

Oh no.

Shit no.

The realization hit her hard.

When she tries to focus on him again, all thoughts of anything sexual gone with the wind, she tries to check for signs. Any sign. Signs that would reassure her that YES, she was just being paranoid and NO, they weren't breaking up.

Tense shoulders... pointed toward no.

Furrowed brows... yeah, that's a no, too.

Clenched fists... definitely meant he was mad about something.

Hard, dark eyes... the emotion in them was something she couldn't read.

He's dumping me.We're over."Misaki..." Usui begins. Misaki holds her breath, straightens her spine, clenches her jaw and braces herself for what she was sure was to come.

"I can't do this anymore." Usui whispers.

And Misaki's world falls apart.