Murder House (Part Two)

Class Reunion

Third POV

'Geez! Who knew she was a feisty one!" Taro said as he nervously adjusted the collar of his shirt to hide the hickies his secretary left on his neck but that exposed the lipstick on his collar. Frustrated, he used the collar of his coat to cover his neck and continued his walk home.

'It's times like this I wished we had a car." he muttered inserting his key into the door. "Too bad I don't have the money for it."

But the minute he opened the door, he walked in bumping into suitcases. Still reeling from the shock, he heard a thump and rushed up the stairs.

"Ayano?" his hand reached over to open the door and there she was, trying to cram some clothes into a suitcase.

"Ayano, what are you doing?" he asked standing near the door in fear.

"Oh! I was just packing our stuff," she replied...

"Packing for what?" he asks still refusing to go close to her and hoping she won't smell his secretary's perfume on him for he learned his wife wasn't that observant when it came to sight but when it came to smell...

"We are going on a trip dear," she replied finally zipping up the bag.

This still shocked Taro. "Where are we going?"

"We are going to Tokyo City for a vacation."

"V...vacation? We can't go on a vacation now! I have work and..."

"Oh I have called your boss to tell him about our trip and he was very understanding," she said.

This made him scratch the back of his head sheepishly. "No wonder he was giving me the stink eye at work," he muttered.

"What was that dear?" she asked shooting him a glance.

"No...nothing," he replied. "So you have packed everything already?"

"Yep! We are all set." she stood up to dust her hands. "And my mother is coming as well."

Taro's face grimaced the minute he heard that. To be honest, never liked his in-laws. His mother-in-law seemed to be stalking him whenever he stepped out of his home for 'fresh air and his father-in-law? Well...he never liked him from the beginning.

As he took off his clothes and turned on the shower, he recalled his mother-in-law's words, 'A good husband must always return home to his wife.' Ha! If he knew he was going to marry a clingy, stone-faced flat-chested woman with a huge mother complex, he would have ended things with her years ago but the taste of fame brought him here.

And now he was regretting it.

He groaned as the water washed traces of his mistress's scent away.

"Yeah! What's the matter?"

I give a sheepish smile. "Nothing sir. I am trying not to get drunk tonight."

One of the men hiccupped and laughed. "Someone can't hold her alcohol eh?"

The rest laughed and I joined in because well...I am a naive escort.

Wearing a revealing outfit.

After buying the clothes I take pictures of myself wearing them and send the pictures to Kyuji to get his opinion. Instead, he showed up a few minutes earlier tonight with the desired outfit. To say I was uncomfortable would be an understatement but he was the customer and I was the naive but busty escort so...

The venue was in a fancy garden near an Italian restaurant and everyone was there when we walked in. Men looked at me with eyes full of lust and women stared at me with an eye full of envy. We stole the show and many questioned me about where I came from, what I was doing and how we met forcing me to tell lie after lie after lie. Luckily, Kyuji had my back by collaborating my lies and taking me out of the area whenever he saw me being uncomfortable but sometimes he got carried away with his friends leaving me alone to fend off the flock of drunk men by myself like now.