The Force of Gravity ✅

Chapter Ten 🔥

This is a mistake. This is a mistake.

Miori could hear the soft whisper in her mind, but she chose to ignore it. She sat beside Junichiro in the backseat of his car as Kusshin drove them to Junichiro's apartment. Kusshin said nothing to them and did not glance at them. He did not smile nor did he frown. She wasn't surprised to see that Junichiro lived in a posh, expensive area of Tokyo. The Arachi family was the wealthiest family in all of Japan, and even though Junichiro was not part of the main household he still had money and his family still loved to display their wealth.

It's part of why his parents felt I was never good enough for him.

The garage was password protected, to which Kusshin easily entered in the password, and he parked the car in a parking space that had Junichiro's name painted into the asphalt. "Thank you, Kusshin," Junichiro announced. "You are excused for the rest of the night."

"Yes sir, Fuku-shachō," Kusshin told him. His tone was neutral.

Junichiro climbed out of the car, signaling to Miori to wait for him. He walked around the car and opened the door for her. "I...have a good night, Kusshin-san," Miori told him.

"Have a good night, Miori Chibana-san," Kusshin responded.

Junichiro led her to the elevator, and he scanned a keycard on the panel. The elevator took them to the highest floor and opened to an immaculate but dimly lit hallway. The amber floor looked so freshly polished that Miori could see her reflection. Junichiro had moved ahead of her but paused in the hallway, turning to extend his hand to her. Miori looked at that hand for a moment before taking it.

Her heart was still pounding as Junichiro unlocked the door to his condo. She knew that he was going to be divorced—confirmed by both Junichiro and Tora—but it still felt strange following him into his apartment while he was still technically married. While knowing that this was the man who had broken her heart so brutally.

But he is different now. I know that. He's stood up for me now to his father in ways he never did before. And he said he loves me. And Mother, she...

Miori followed him inside, but the front door had not fully shut before Junichiro pulled her into his arms. His lips met hers again and she went weak in the knees. She clung to his shoulders, unable to do anything but kiss him back hard. The kiss broke briefly and she moved to take his glasses off—a simple familiar gesture—before they kissed again.

Junichiro's home was dark and quiet, the silence disrupted only slightly by the rustling of fabric and soft noises their mouths made when they kissed. Junichiro had told her that Tora was gone, and that no one was there, but for a brief moment it still felt like she had invaded someone else's personal space. In the living room she broke the kiss and ducked her head, her breathing heavy. Should I do this? Is this the right thing for me to do?

"Miori." Junichiro pressed his mouth to her ear. "It's all right. It's just us here. And I'm not with my wife anymore. My family can't dictate my life anymore. I want to be with you, and only you."

Her breathing was still unsteady and she grabbed the lapels of his suit. "Juni..." it was all she could manage to say.

Junichiro cupped her face and tilted her head up, claiming her lips again. "Yes," he whispered encouragingly. "Call me Juni. No one else but you can call me that."

He pressed kisses all over her face and she felt her body melt in his arms. Junichiro had been the last person who ever touched her body in passion; though she had shared kisses with Ohta the day they got married, they never had the opportunity to consummate their marriage. Once she was resolved to never be with anyone ever again, Miori forgot about how hot body could get and the slow build up of pleasure.