The Chairman's Girlfriend (REVISED)

Die For Me

Die For Me

"What do you mean?" Kiryu frowned.

The woman stepped off Kiryu, stepping away. Looking really guilty.

"What are you both doing?" You asked carefully.

"Nothing." Kiryu raised a brow in confusion. Because he was well and truly not doing anything.

You straightened your back, crossing your arms and letting your stare dart back and forth. Somehow, you weren't convinced.

But when no answer presented itself as an answer, you quickly left. Grabbing your things and finding your friends who were all cornering you about what you saw. They realised you'd seen something you didn't want and consoled you by offering to take you to the bar again. For once, you didn't say no.

Kiryu tried to follow you, leaving the woman behind after she provided no intimate details about Nishiki. But the sea of people clouded his eyesight like a mass case of visual floaters. Thankfully you were still at the bar with your friends. Leaving you at the bar, he decided to carry on with his meeting. Getting up in your face wouldn't be beneficial to either of you.

"Thank you for waiting, sir." Kiryu apologised before sitting back down in the booth.

"It's no problem, sir."

"So, is your wife okay?" Kiryu asked, referring to the lie that the agent had told.

"Y-yes sir. Just a question, how much did you sell this building for?"

With a gentle laugh, Kiryu sipped his drink. "I can't remember that, it was nearly 17 years ago. 10 of which I was in prison for."

The agent then loosened his tie. "I know. You went in for killing Patriarch Dojima. And then went to war with a another Patriarch."

"I don't have time to argue, I don't have time to barter. I gave you my amount, I'll be paying it and I'll be owning this building."

"T-this whole city is being run by yakuza." The agent muttered under his breath anxiously. "Shit..."

Kiryu sighed in satisfaction. "I'm glad you're seeing my vision. This city is being ran by yakuza. Luckily for you, I don't do file & rank work anymore."

"Lucky for me?"

"Yeah. I love fighting. I'm good at it." Kiryu smirked. "I've fought in Purgatory a few times."

But then caught wind of some slow moving commotion at the bar which took his entire attention. You were taking shots with your friends and suddenly got hoisted up onto the bar with a friend of yours. You were both dancing, enjoying yourselves.

Kiryu's aide leant in and whispered to Kiryu. "Do you want me to do something, chairman?"

Kiryu was still watching you. "No."

"Chairman?" The estate agent asked after asking a question which got ignored.

Kiryu and his aide looked at the agent. Even though the leader of this meeting was the agent, it was now Kiryu who controlled it's outcome.

"We're done now." Kiryu cut off. "You know what I want. It's up to you to make that happen."

The agent bowed and left the table, paying his respects on the way. And once the distractions were out of the way, Kiryu watched you like a hawk at the bar. Who were you dancing for? This entire club was roaring at the fact that you were dancing like a stripper. Now, there's nothing wrong with that. But there's everything wrong with that. Kiryu didn't want people to look at you like that. My, my, you were incredibly good at it though. Those days however, were now over.

Kiryu's aide held his breath incredibly tightly. For the first time, he couldn't gauge his boss' reaction to what was happening. Because, this wasn't supposed to happen. And in some funny way, Kiryu was enjoying what he saw.

Typically a man of the night life, tonight Kiryu was ready to go home at a measly 11:21pm.

"Bring her home when she's done." Kiryu commanded, standing up and picking up his essentials. His phone, his lighter and his packet of cigarettes. Putting them in his pocket before climbing out of the booth and leaving the club with the invisible guard that was floating around in the background.

Being a step ahead was something Kiryu had grown used to.  He knew that when he left the club 2 things would happen:

The estate agent would go home and scramble with the owner of the club, saying the building wasn't worth as much as the owner wanted and that selling for the price Kiryu wanted was right.

You would stop dancing and looking around for him. When you realised he was gone, you'd wait a bit longer and then return home.

The former he didn't give a shit about. The latter? He did. So when he reached home, he removed his jacket, unbuttoned his red shirt and drank a cold glass of water. Being the age he was, alcohol was something that had a lasting impact on him. More so than when he was younger. He'd had an elegant 3 drinks tonight. So he had 3 pints of cold water to rehydrate his body against the strong liquor.

Time ticked by. 12:13am, 12:46am, 1:02am, 1:38am. You still weren't home. So Kiryu sat at his long dining table, playing with a pint glass full of cold clear water. He was only staying awake because he was eager to explain himself to you.

The door swung open and you walked through, holding your phone in your hand. Kiryu's aide was behind you holding your shoes, earrings and clutch bag. Knowing what was about to go down, he placed your belongings on the dining table and left the apartment for the rest of the night.

Not in the mood to talk, you acted as if he wasn't there. Completely ignoring his entire entity as you walked to the kitchen to wash your hands clean.

"Did you have fun?" He asked from where he was, loud enough. Gauging to see whether you were in a bad mood or not.

No answer. So you were in a bad mood.

"What's wrong?" Kiryu followed you into the kitchen, sliding the door shut behind him and holding his pint glass.

"I don't know. Why don't you ask the girl you were in the bathroom with?"

"It wasn't anything like that, Y/N."

"I bet." You dried your hands and went to leave. He didn't let you. "Can you move out of my way?"

"No. Not till we talk it through like adults."

"Adults? You were hiding in a club bathroom chatting up a girl? And you want to talk like adults?" You spat disgustedly. "You're acting like a college boy."