AGAIN

2

The next morning, Hajime took you home early in the morning on his way to work just like every other time you came to stay in his place for the night.

And as you step down his car, you gave him a wave that he replied with a breif honk of his car then drove off. You watched him disappear from your view and you let you a sigh as you turned your head to look at the place that you and your husband used to call home. You marched in to the front door with your keys in between your fingers to unlock the door, knowing that Haruchiyo already left for work. And since you don't have anything to do today, you're planning on maybe cleaning the house then maybe sleep all day, i mean, it's a weekend, the only two days off you give yourself to rest from a whole stressful week from work and home.

Inserting the key into the key whole, you were suprised when the door opened to see Haruchiyo with an annoyed scowl on his face. What's with him? Isn't he supposed be at work already to follow Mikey around like a tail? "Haru, did you woke up late?" you asked him with a sweet tone as you pushed yourself inside and hanging your bag to a hook along with your coat. "and did you fuck Koko?" he asked sternly to which you turned to him with a confused look. You've slept in Hajime's place so many times before and not once did he care, so why is he bringing that up now with such an ironic accusations. Well to Be fair he never knew you sleep at Hajime's sometimes, but it's still ironic. "what do you mean 'fuck'? As if I would do such a thing to you. I'm not that petty."

"but you just did, right? Just how many times did you have sex with him?" why does he sounds so angry with his false scenarios when you particularly got used to him fucking other girls right in front of you. "never did and never will. now how about you leave already, Mikey is probably already waiting for his wagging tail." you sweetly told him as you dig to your bag to get your cigarette and lighter but only for him to tightly grab your hand and pull your body closer to him. "never huh? Then why were you at his place last night, huh? He even dropped you off at our place."

"who would want to hear their husband fuck some over-used slut?" you snarled at him and pulled your arms away and as your turned your back on him, he pulled you by the shoulders to make you face him. "so you're saying it's my fault?" he laughed at you sarcastically as he stepped closer to you, his hand gripping your arm tightly. "if you think it is, then it is." your heart was running faster and faster as his face closes to you, it's been a while since he looked and touched you for this long. "after all these years, you're still the Haitani Y/n, the Princess of roppongi. The spicy and cunning miss Haitani." he chuckled in your ear and his lips soon travelled down to your neck. "and after all this years, I'm still yours, haru."

How dare he, touching other girls then touching you the same way he did. And how dare he make you feel such a way as if he wasn't fucking ugly sluts left and right as if he doesn't have a wife. But even so, you still love and want him. You still want him to touch you, kiss you and fuck you as if he only do this only to you, even if he did the same thing to many other girls. You still want it and so he gave it.

But only you know what would have happened a few months later, you probably would have never asked for it.