Married To A Playgirl

Chapter 2

Asteria Celeste Averix Levington POV

"It's impossible," Cyra assured through tears.

"What is it that can't be possible?" I inquired, feeling confused.

She knelt down before me and professed."I adore Yusei more than my own life.'"

"Please, Asteria, don't confess that you desire Yusei as well," she uttered hoarsely. I glanced at her in astonishment.

"What are you referring to?" I asked and stood up.

"Yusei is not someone I am fond of."Cyra sighed.

"I thought you desired something from my beloved ones," she stated, glancing in my direction.

"What did you imply when you expressed jealousy regarding Yusei and me?" she asked abruptly, as if a thorn had been extracted from her chest, relieved that her assumption was incorrect.

"I feel envious seeing the close connection between Yusei and you, whereas I'm bound by an arranged marriage that brings me no happiness. My wife remains a carefree flirt who hasn't shown concern for our relationship yet," I expressed, a tinge of sadness evident in my demeanor.

"One day, Asteria, you'll encounter the perfect woman for you," Cyra assured, tapping my shoulder and locking eyes with me.

"I believe I've discovered the ideal woman for me, and it's Yusei," She stated with certainty.

"Are you referring to me?" Yusei appeared suddenly, almost like a mushroom sometimes.

"Perhaps you're gearing up for a confrontation with me, aren't you?" This woman displays considerable arrogance and insensitivity.

Cyra scolded her.

"Do you genuinely enjoy it?"

"No, no," Yusei responded, wincing at what her girlfriend was subjecting herself to.

"You're so sensitive," I remarked, pinching her cheeks.

"Cyra, I have to leave. Goodbye," I waved and walked away, leaving them with some time for each other.

"Hello," I sighed.

"When will I have the pleasure of seeing you, my charming princess?" I whispered into the air. I had just returned home, as usual, finding myself alone with only internet access.

I opened my Facebook, scrolled through, and came across a photo of a woman making a beautiful hand gesture. Despite her appearing arrogant, her beauty remains undeniable. The allure is compelling and truly captivating.

"She's quite attractive," I whispered to myself. What's her name? Let me check. I was about to navigate to her profile when the doorbell rang. Heading to the gate, I found Kian's sister – the one and only Aeris. She's adorable and beautiful, making a charming sight.

Aeris Levington – the youngest sister of Kian.

"Hello," she greeted with a smile, waving at me. Approaching, she gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh, Aeris, did you just come by?" I inquired and invited her inside.

"Please take a seat first," I suggested, guiding her to the sofa.

"I require your assistance," she said, pouting. Distressed, troubled. I regarded her with a serious expression.

"What assistance do you need?" I'll inquire. There's a possibility that someone might offer a solution to her predicament. It seems like she's still reserved and struggling to express her needs.

"It's because I have feelings for Lucian."

Lucian Averix – My attractive sister. I've observed her gaze fixed on my sister for quite a while. Her eyes radiate love and sincerity.

"It seems she doesn't have any interest in me," she remarked, gazing at the carpeted floor with a look of despair. I could see her devastation as she expressed this. I gently lifted her chin and turned her face to mine.

"I'll assist you, so don't worry," I assured, and a smile graced her lips, pleased with my words. She embraced me tightly.

"Thank you!" she expressed joyfully, then she bid farewell.

"My best friend and I are still need to talk," she bid farewell and departed for good. I returned to my activities, resuming the quest for the exceptionally beautiful girl. Oh no, my eyes widened at the sight before me. It vanished. How do I discover her name? It's gone.

"Hmp," I logged out in frustration. I couldn't accomplish anything, and the elusive sight eluded me. My appetite vanished, and with the lateness of the hour, my wife arrived. However, I paid her no attention, despite her reassurance that there was nothing to worry about. Then, she arrived with someone else. Psh, as if I care. Really, Asteria?

You truly don't mind? I headed straight to the room, grabbed my phone, and just texted Lucian.

Me: What's up lil sis?

Lucian: Hey, big sis. I'm doing well, still breathing.

Me: Has anyone been showing interest in my baby?

Lucian: Don't refer to me as "my baby." I'm not a baby anymore; I'm already young.

Me: Alright, young lady. Good night. But you'll always my baby.

I placed my phone back on the bedside table. It's fortunate that there's no disturbance. I can have a peaceful sleep.

"Hmm, baby, more, more," I rolled my eyes. Tsk. I had just mentioned there was no noise, and they began creating a disturbance. I put on my earphones, increased the volume, and listened to music. Afterward, I removed my earphones.

What's her name on Facebook? I'm eager to get to know her. But how do I find out? I sense she might be the princess charming I've been waiting for. Hopefully, our paths will cross, and she is the one destined for me.

The following day, in the morning, I headed to the kitchen to study. I noticed Kian coming downstairs. I sat down and had my breakfast, not waiting for her. She can eat without me. I'm not sulking. Absolutely not. Am I being overly defensive? I then stood up.

"Prepare yourself," I heard her say as she continued eating.

"Huh?" I inquired, feeling confused. I couldn't comprehend what she had just said.

"We're heading to Mom's house," she replied, continuing to eat. I went to the room, took a shower, and left her to finish her meal alone.

By the way, our parents are unaware that Kian and I don't share romantic feelings. Whenever they're around, we put on a show, pretending to be deeply in love. We act sweetly, creating an illusion of a flawless relationship without any issues.

It seems as though we genuinely adore each other. The sweetness is overwhelming to the point that it might make you sick. This is why our parents can't fathom that our relationship isn't as good as it appears. They don't realize that we frequently argue and neglect each other.

Once I finished showering, I dressed myself in a yellow long sleeve and white shorts. I was prepared, ready to play my part. I was ready to put my acting skills to the test once more. Fortunately, I excel in acting, possibly because of my participation in our school's theater performance and involvement in the acting club.