and there was light chapter 3!

Eisuke's pov

Good thing she lived in this hotel. I called a maid who picked up the suitcase and brought it here. Joy-Anne Writer had proved to be even more special than I had thought. This might be a well spent twenty million yen.

There were a few things bothering me though. She had doubted when she told me who Marc was. Something with a s. Also the way she seemed not to care about anything. She was cold and bitchy. I thought she would be uncomfortable, or at least nervous. How could she act like she was fine, just after speaking to her assistant?

What I also noticed was that she answered everything he said in English. I did not neccisarily think that was annoying, but still. Inconvenient. I looked up. I was sitting in his bedroom, watching the door to the bathroom. She had said she wanted to take a shower, and then she just went.

Who did she think she was? She did not listen, she spoke to me as if she was my boss. Like I was some Butler she could say anything to. I hated it if women did that. But still. There was something special about her. She was going to prove herself useful, that I knew for sure. Especially if she really had as much connections as Soryu said. I thought about it some more, untill I drifted off to sleep.

Joy-Anne's pov

As soon as we got in his apartment I went for a shower. I felt dirty. Too many people had touched me today. Grabbed me by my shoulder, or waist. Or that guard who had picked me up because I did not want to go with him...

Thankfully I was always prepared, so I had a suitcase at home with emergency clothing, And, how can you be a mobster without them, a few weapons. I saw that Marc had packed two of my guns, a few knives, and a couple of ninja stars. Those things you throw, I never remember the name of those. Bless that kid by the way, I thought as I looked into the secret pocket of the suitcase. An extra telephone. I took it with me when I went to the bathroom. As soon as Eisuke did not watch, I slipped inside the bathroom, yelled I was going to take a shower, and locked the door.

After I had texted Marc the whole story, and was done showering I came out of the bathroom. I was kind of annoyed, since I did not have a long bathrobe with me. Not awkward at all to walk around half naked...

To my surprise I saw Eisuke sitting there. He didn't look up when I came out. Was he sleeping? Oh god hahaha. He had fallen asleep. As quickly as possible I went to the bedroom he had said was for me. I had not really had a chance to look around before, so I decided I wanted to do that. In this room there was an enormous bed, a walk in closet, and a large desk with a comfortable chair.

It rather looks like my apartment now I come to think about it. Hmm. In the walk in closet were a ton of women's clothing. I guess he just has a lot of 'ladyfriends'. Gross. Who in their right mind would want to do anything with Eisuke. I shuddered while thinking about it. He was handome, but that was it. He was way to self absorbed, and annoying as fuck. How dare he think he can treat me, or any woman, like this? Dragging her to his room, telling her to stay quiet, "or else you will be punished". Asshole. If he comes one step too close, I'll kill him. Or at least knock him out. Killing is so brutal, I'd rather not do that.

When I was done looking around i laid down on the bed, and started thinking about that day. It had been a fairly normal day, up til the auction. Yes, the auction had been weird. Also quite funny now I thought of it. It was really typical of Me to get in this kind of trouble. It had happened only a few weeks earlier, when I did not want to wear my suit. Some thugs had kidnapped me, for intel about 'your boss at the Ice Dragons' they had thought that the boss of the European Ice Dragons was a man. Hilarious. They had thought I was some kind of assistant. Insulting. I had beat the shit out of them. Idiots. Do more research before you go kidnap people. I stretched out. Man, this bed sure is comfortable...

Eisuke's pov

When I heard a door close I woke up. I shook my head and stood up. I must have drifted off. I went to the kitchen and saw the door of my second bedroom stood open. I silently walked to the door, and saw her laying there. In her sleep she was even more beautiful. I did not know that was possible. She wore a really short bathrobe, much to my surprise. I had imagined her to be the typical prude.

I silently came closer and put her under a blanket.

Then I noticed something. She had something blue on her left hand. I wanted to watch it closer, but when I did she groaned. I would just have to see in the morning. When I walked to the hall I heard her mumble: "Goodnight honey, sleep well."