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The time had finally come. Monday evening, Usagi would be arriving any minute. The fireplace blazed with unbridled heat, I rolled up my sleeves and undid the top button of my shirt. It had been another exhausting day, but the worst part was yet to come, because I hated having conversations whose outcome was uncertain for me. I poured myself a scotch and sat down on the sofa. In my mind, I went through all the information I had again. The picture in her room, the encounter with the guy at the exhibition - these were all things that she could have plausibly explained to me. But the pictures from the online magazine were clear. There was definitely more going on between the two of them.

My front door burst open and Usagi was standing in the living room just a short time later. Wrapped up in a thick turtleneck sweater and long pants, she barely showed any skin. I couldn't help but grin - it must have been 28 degrees in here. She wouldn't keep the sweater on for long.

"Have you joined the nuns now?" I asked with amusement and looked down at her again.

She chewed nervously on her lower lip as I slowly stood up and walked towards her. The unique tension between us was clearly noticeable. I grabbed her chin with some force and pulled it up slightly. We maintained intense eye contact and then she reached up to kiss me. She wanted me and I couldn't think straight. I threw her over the back of the sofa, now she was due. She impatiently took off her sweater while I was already removing her pants. Neither of us wanted to waste any more time, our bodies sought each other out and my animal instincts took complete control. It was only after we had both climaxed and I finally found relief after over a week of abstinence that I was able to think clearly again.

I held her in my arms and had my eyes closed. My pulse gradually slowed, my hand stroked her flawless skin, but then the black-haired man suddenly forced himself into my head. I needed clarity. Now. I couldn't put it off any longer.

"Who is the guy?" I asked bluntly, keeping my eyes closed and my arm firmly wrapped around Usagi. I hoped she would at least be honest with me.

"What? Which guy?" she replied hesitantly.

I sat up and poured myself a whiskey. "The guy with the long black hair," I explained dryly, looking expectantly at her. I could practically see the gears turning in her head.

"How did you come up with that?" she tried to deflect my question.

"Usagi, I'm not blind. I saw the picture of you two in your apartment. That's the same guy who was at the art exhibition. You were outside with him. So, who is he?" I decided to stick to the obvious facts. If she didn't come clean, I still had the pictures from their outing to the movies.

I got up to refill my whiskey, turning my back to her. It was damn hard to control my expression, and I didn't want her to see through my facade.

"His name is Seiya," she mumbled quietly.

I poured her some whiskey as well and handed it to her once I was sure I had my emotions in check.

"Is he your boyfriend?" I pressed on, still trying to appear calm on the outside, even though I was seething inside.

She looked up at me wide-eyed before lowering her gaze to the floor, embarrassed. "Kind of."

"What do you mean 'kind of'?" I asked, puzzled. Either he was her boyfriend or he wasn't. Why was she beating around the bush again?

"I don't know. The two of you just happened at the same time, and I didn't want to hurt either of you," she explained.

Oh, now it was getting interesting. It had developed parallelly, which meant it had been going on for almost half a year without me knowing about him.