Only yours

An Evening on the Yacht

After endless deliberations, I pushed my doubts aside. Our long-term affair had now lasted four months, and nothing had changed—she would come over, occasionally we'd have dinner together, we'd have our fun, and then she'd rush through the apartment like a hurricane to gather her things before saying goodbye. Perfect; I couldn't think of anything else.

For tonight, I had arranged a special gift, and I was curious whether she would wear it. After two agonizingly dull hours at the notary, I needed something to lift my spirits.

"Massaru, please drive to Sato's office. I have something to clarify."

I pushed the large door open and directed my gaze straight at Usagi, who looked at me with wide eyes, a slight blush gracing her face, mingled with panic.

"Hello... Mr. Prince, what... what can I do for you?" she stammered as I stood before her desk.

I leaned over towards her. "Did you receive my package?" I could feel how she reacted to my presence. I locked my gaze on her, and she nodded slightly. Then I noticed Sato in the background, curiously peeking through the door, but he said nothing upon seeing me.

"I wanted to pick up my father's order," I said calmly, loud enough for Sato to hear. I didn't even know if my father still had an open order, but since he was a regular customer here, the chances were good that this excuse wouldn't raise any suspicions.

Usagi hurriedly began clicking on her computer.

"I'm sorry, the order has already been handed over to the shipping company and is scheduled for delivery during the day."

I stifled a grin. It was somehow amusing how tense she was in my presence. Sato had since closed the door to his office.

"No problem. What I came for, I've received. The driver will pick you up at 6 PM." With those words, I turned and walked back to the car.

"Massaru, I think we will dine on the yacht tonight. Please prepare everything."

When I arrived at the yacht around 5:30 PM, I couldn't believe my eyes. What had he prepared here? We were only supposed to have dinner and enjoy ourselves! Instead, it looked like something big was planned. Everywhere were candles, casting a romantic atmosphere over the yacht. I rolled my eyes and had to pull myself together. I'd just have to make the best of it. But I definitely needed to talk to Massaru about this.

My phone rang. Dad was calling. "Yes."

"Diamond, you will go to Osaka for me on Saturday for the art exhibition. I won't make it back to Japan in time."

I sighed, but I knew he didn't care what I had to say. I was expected to show up, no questions asked. "Alright, I'll be there."

Usagi arrived just after 6 PM, wrapped in her black coat and wearing heels that accentuated her already long legs. I offered her my hand and helped her up the last step. I was curious if she was actually wearing the sheer dress I had sent her earlier.

"Nice to see you. May I take your coat?" I asked, my mouth curving into a smirk.

"Thank you for the invitation. I'd love that."

Slowly, I pulled the coat from her shoulders, and indeed, the dress came into view, which she provocatively paired with a black bra that stood out prominently.

"That dress looks great on you," I said, leading her to the table.

I could hardly take my eyes off her. Mentally, I had already undressed her multiple times and laid her across the table. In reality, I was just pouring her a glass of wine, enjoying the view of my dessert. An idea struck me: I would simply take her with me to Osaka. We'd have a weekend just for our fun, aside from the exhibition.