𝗔𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | 𝗥𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘂 𝗛𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗶

eight

I took a quick shower as soon as I stepped into the penthouse. It's a good thing Ran left upon dropping me off since he knew I'd be even mad if he followed me inside the penthouse. Nothing happened between us in the car after I slapped him for touching me but I felt disgusted with myself since I could still feel his touch on my body.

I was honestly taken aback when I hit him earlier since I'm not the sort of individual who resorts to violence once infuriated. But I'm done being nice.

Everything is perplexing to me because of how he behaved towards me whenever we crossed paths. Why is he after me if he and Rindou aren't on good terms? He shouldn't involve me in their dilemma.

With my eyes focused on the book, I flipped to the next page and reached for the cup of tea on the bedside table. Reading books helps to calm my mind, which I desperately need right now after seeing Chifuyu and Ran.

I was so engrossed in my book that I didn't notice Rindou had already returned home. He was leaning against the door, watching me.

He was early.

I couldn't help but smile when our gazes meet. It was unexpected to see him smile back at me, which gave me a warm feeling in my chest.

"Hey." I greeted "How long have you been in there?"

"Not that long." he said as he removed his watch and set it on the table. He kicked off his shoes and crawled onto the bed, spreading my legs as he lay between them with his head resting on my stomach.

I was a slightly taken aback by this unexpected behavior. I touched his head as I closed the book with one hand. His hair was soft and silky, and it suited him perfectly. Because of him, I love the combination of violet and black. He let out a grunt as I massaged his scalp, I tilted my head to look at his face and noticed that his facial muscles softened.

"Do you like that?" I asked, to which he responded with a hum.

I kept massaging his scalp until he asked, "How was your day?"

"Good, I guess?"

"What do you mean, I guess? Did something happen?" he asked, lifting his head to look at me.

"No," I said calmly, hoping not to seem obvious.

"I'm sorry if I couldn't be there with you, something came up," he said as he rested his head back on my stomach.

"It's fine, I understand."

He raised his head again and lifted up my shirt, kissing my skin, which made me giggle.

I placed the book on the bedside table, which drew his attention to it.

"You're reading that?" he asked

"Uh- I just found it at your offi-"

"I know," he interrupted, "but I had no idea you were into that kind of books, huh?" he smirked.

He rubbed his calloused hand down my legs softly as he kissed my exposed stomach.

He then spoke "Page 291,"

"I pull out a condom and unfasten my jeans, pulling out my cock and sheating it. Is she on the pill? God, what I wouldn't give to feel her right now —"

My eyes widened as he continued to speak.

"I roll the rubber on and guide my dick into her, thrusting once and hard, burying myself deep inside of her. 'Ohhh~' she—"

(Book: Punk 57 by Penelope Douglas. It's a good one y'all!")

I gasped and quickly covered his mouth with my hands. I can tell my face is turning red because of his muffled laughs.