POV (Point of View)

Chapter 33: The Goody Two Shoes

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains explicit languages, sensual terms, misogynistic/sexist remarks and smut. A viewer discretion is advised.

The dimmed lights, the faint smell of alcohol, and the sight of a fancy huge condominium welcomed the senses of a certain platinum blondie. After receiving a call from her 'boyfriend', she wrapped up her violin practice which still took within half an hour.

She is actually a bit tired from practicing for long hours and stressed for the upcoming competition next week. Earlier when Rindou called her, she knew that there was something wrong with him. And...she isn't wrong.

"You're late." A husky deep voice reverberated in the dark corner of the living room. As she walked closer, she saw him seated on a sofa, surrounded with bottles of liquor. Some were emptied. Some were still full. But what took her attention even more is the fact that he looks different to his usual 'perfect' aura.

"I am preparing for my competition. I already told you that, right?" The woman answered, raising the man's gaze...which also look different to before. She doesn't need to ask how much he has drunk for the refined man she knew is out of the picture. The man in front of her is clearly slightly wasted, but still incredibly attractive.

"Whatever. More importantly, you're here." Uttered the man who stood up with a glass in his hand. Her pair of blue cannot help but admire the dashing man who is walking closer to her, with a loosened white inner shirt and folded sleeves, revealing his tattoos on the right side of his arms, torso, but the most prominent one is on his neck.

Asami just can't help but wonder if it's the alcohol that he consumed, or his sexy tattoos, or his overall aura tonight that seems to awaken something asleep within her.

"Look at you finally use your flirty little blue eyes on me the way you use them with your sister's boyfriend." Her forehead immediately frowned at what he said, making him smirk.

"Stop acting so innocent, Asami Kimura."

"I know that you want that Daisuke guy for yourself. I know that you have been dying to get fucked by that fucker." She frowned harder. But the man wasn't done with his remarks. And she can only look at him as he continued throwing her...facts after facts.

"Don't take me for a fool. I may have acted blind the past few weeks but I'm not stupid." He then drank his glass in one go. Then, she watched him walk towards his bottles and grabbed another.

"Is that why you called me? To give me all these craps?" She asks back, making the man snicker.

"No. What I want from you isn't as shallow as that." Responded the man who went back to his seat.

"What is it, then?" He raised his gaze while still meeting his pair of blue eyes, as if to look down on her, acting his true self: Dominant. Selfish. Horny.

"Give me what I desire right now, Asami Kimura. Satisfy me."

"Let me fuck you." Once again, she frowned. Is this man serious?

"Are you this drunk to think that I will do as you say? I'm leaving." She turned around to do as she just said. But to her surprise, she heard the man chuckling in the background.