Chapter 18

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The Sunday actually turned out to be relatively calm. Seiya and I went to my old apartment to collect some things from there. Of course, I couldn't bring everything over, but since Seiya already had more than enough stuff and furniture, it was okay. Until early evening, we were busy unpacking numerous boxes, assembling more furniture, and further setting up the apartment. Around 6 p.m., I bid farewell to Seiya. He would now be on the road again for a whole four weeks on the big tour through China.

So, here I was, alone again on the sofa, in this new, huge apartment. However, it somehow didn't feel right without Seiya being here. I tried to distract myself for a while, but it didn't help. Eventually, I threw on my jacket and made my way back to my small abode.

There was a card lying in front of the door. Fortunately, it wasn't there earlier this afternoon. Without even looking, I could guess who it was from.

"I need to see you, the driver will pick you up after work tomorrow."

He was back: Diamond.

I slowly approached my wardrobe. How fortunate that it was already autumn. I picked out a nice black turtleneck sweater and black pants for tomorrow.

I'll end it with Diamond tomorrow, I kept repeating to myself. No more provocative clothing, no excessive makeup. If Mamoru were here, I would have more than enough to keep me busy. After all, Seiya was only gone for 4 weeks, not 16 months. It was time for me to bring order to my love life, even though it was extremely difficult for me. Diamond would be the first person I would end it with. I prayed it to myself like a mantra the entire evening. I couldn't afford to be weak again; I had to end it before everything really fell apart.

After work, as always, his personal driver greeted me. Feeling very nervous, I let the door open and got in. There was no other choice. I had to do it, I kept praying my mantra. Judging by the direction we were heading, I knew we were going to his apartment, and the closer we got, the more fidgety I became.

When I arrived at his apartment, there was an immense heat. Diamond was sitting in an armchair in the living room, his head supported by a hand in a thoughtful pose. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, and there was a glass of light brown liquid, probably whisky, on the table in front of him. The fireplace was burning, turning the room into a sauna. The turtleneck sweater had clearly been the wrong choice, even if the fireplace had been turned off. Because as soon as his dark eyes fixed on me, a wave of heat surged from within me. Oh man, he sat there like the Prince of Darkness himself. So damn sexy. The top buttons of his shirt were also slightly undone. A mischievous grin played on his lips.

"Have you become a nun now?" he whispered.

I swallowed and bit my lower lip. My heart had already doubled its beats, and I could only stare at him. The time in South America had somehow changed him. Diamond slowly stood up and walked towards me. His gaze pierced through me, and I felt his magnetism like never before. There it was again, the addict deep inside me, yearning for his touch. With a firm grip, he held my chin and lifted it up. Desire emanated from his eyes. Goodbye, rationality, see you later.

I reached up and demanded a kiss. Within seconds, he had already stripped me out of the sweater and thrown me lengthwise onto the sofa. He had always been quite dominant in that regard, but today he surpassed everything.

I could only gasp and my pulse thumped at record speed throughout my entire body. Finally, I regained some control over my senses, at least partially. I leaned against his bare chest and glanced at him. His eyes were closed, radiating a certain contentment. What was it that I wanted again?...

It felt like my head was filled with cotton candy. My pulse slowly calmed down, and finally, some of the fog that had enveloped me cleared. Right, I wanted to leave Diamond. I looked down at myself and then back at him. Well, that went great, Usagi. I couldn't even last five minutes in his presence.

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