Torn apart | S. Manjirou

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"Y/n, did you fight Bonten? Why are they so gloomy?" Senju whispered, pointing her eyes at the mad men in front of us. We were in the middle of a conference, yet it didn't feel like one at all. No matter how much they wanted to ignore me, they couldn't — I'm their boss after all.

"Let's just say.. They got called out, I guess.." I snickered, laughing at their expressions. They all looked like angry babies, fucking children. It's been two weeks, no two weeks and 2 days from that Kaori situation to be precise, and they still haven't gotten over it. This whole time I kept ignoring Mikey and these crybabies, Kao on the other side got surprisingly quiet.

"Alright, as you all know, our opponent Solvita is acting cautiously. However, we got the information that there's a traitor in our company, and they're slick as fuck. From today onward, we will be actively searching for the backstabber in Mona Bonten Navina, so don't get surprised if you get checked at the entrance." Kakucho announced, showing us some presentation. I bit my inner cheek, trying not to laugh again — I'm the fucking traitor, bitch!

"We've also heard, that Solvita's vice president tried to kidnap and kill our boss Aruna." Hitto turned to me, bowing, "I'm sorry for our useless cooperation, glad you're doing well."

I embarrassingly smiled, nodding my head at him. "It's all for today, you might be dismissed." Mikey said, sitting down on his grand armchair. "Aruna, I want you to stay."

I stopped on my tracks, thinking of a reply. I rubbed the back of my head and crossed my arms, "Do you need anything, boss~" I said with the most cringiest tone ever. For the past two weeks he had been looking a bit too stressed — I've never seen him happy, it was as if someone killed his loved one. He wouldn't talk to me either, and I didn't care enough to follow him on his missions. Mikey looked too restless, and I knew how to add up to it — that fake ass test, which I carry every day.

He pointed at the chair beside him with his eyes, and I hesitantly sat down. Mikey looked really nervous, however, I couldn't care less. "Y/n, I-" He stopped, not finding the right words.

I cockily raised my eyebrow, enjoying this. "Mhm, go on~" I crossed my legs, leaning back on his chair. Thank god he had a fan in his cabinet, otherwise I would've died on spot.

"What were you doing in club that day?" He asked, pouring down tequila in the glass. He shook his head, fixing the hair, and sexily sipped the drink, which caught me off guard.

"Is that all you can ask me right now?" I laughed, leaning closer to him. "To be honest, I wasn't even surprised to see you there too, it must be normal for a manwhore like you to go clubbing. Ahh, and after you left me there with fever, saying you had some job... Of course, blowjob? Handjob?"

He tightened the grip on the glass, loudly putting on a table, spilling some of it. "Woah, no need to get so mad, slutty boy. You could've just said it, you know~"

He stood up from his chair and grabbed me by the collar, making me stand up too. "You better fucking shut your mouth and stop talking nonsense."

I tilted my head, smiling, "Then fucking make me shut up." He left my collar alone, grabbing my hair instead.

His other hand was placed on my face, finger caressing my lips, "I can make you shut up, don't even doubt that. Or did you forget how shut you were while sucking my dick? Maybe only that shuts you, hmm, princess?"

I turned my head away from Mikey, but he grabbed my chin, making me look back at him again. "Where did that attitude go, sweetheart?" He lowered his hand to my waist, rubbing it. My breath hitched, as he stated caressing my inner thigh. He pushed me to the wall, spreading my legs by putting his in between.