Only yours

Back to Being an Asshole

A few days had passed, and Christmas was just around the corner. Slowly but surely, I was getting a handle on Saphir's chaos. It was still a grind, but it seemed like things were gradually normalizing. I was sitting in a bar, waiting for Kunzite, who was going to brief me on the current state of business so I could fully dive back in after the holidays.

A woman with shoulder-length black hair sat at the other end of the bar, glancing over at me repeatedly. I decided to save her for later. I told the bartender that her next drink was on me. In the meantime, I had learned from my past mistakes. Since that night in the hotel, I had found a different woman every night to distract myself. It felt good to be able to switch off in the evenings without having to think back on the horrific events. It almost felt like the time before Usagi.

Finally, Kunzite arrived and sat down next to me with an annoyed huff. I signaled the bartender, who placed a beer in front of Kunzite. "You're late," I remarked, glancing at him. "If I didn't have to do my job, be a husband, and also take over your responsibilities, I'd surely be more punctual," he replied with a wink. "Well, you'll soon be relieved of my part, and as for being a husband, that's something you chose for yourself. I still don't understand how you can stand her for so long."

I earned a sharp look from the side, followed by an exasperated eye roll. "You two will never make peace, will you?" "Hardly. But let's talk about something pleasant. Things seem to be looking up, and I don't want my good mood spoiled by Kaori. How are the numbers? Has the hotel chain in Europe already opened?" "Things are looking up? What happened?" "Nothing," I replied curtly, toasting to the woman at the other end of the bar. "Ah, I get it. You're back in shape. I'll keep it brief then. Europe is picking up slowly. The first hotels have already opened, and more will follow from late January to mid-March, latest early April. There are already some pre-bookings. The stock prices remain stable, and the other investments... Diamond, are you even listening to me?"

"Yes, of course. The prices are stable," I said, without taking my eyes off the black-haired woman. She was undoubtedly interested, as she provocatively ran her fingers through her hair, occasionally biting her lower lip, and looking over at me again and again. These signs were unmistakable.

Kunzite laughed and patted me on the shoulder. "Don't forget to charge money for it. I can see you're not listening to me anyway. I'll send you the most important documents by email. See you tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? Why tomorrow?" I asked, puzzled, breaking eye contact with the black-haired woman. "Diamond. Tomorrow is Christmas. Family dinner at your father's place," he reminded me.

Damn, I had forgotten. The big boss calls, and the underlings come running.

"Yes, see you tomorrow," I said dryly and bid him farewell. The woman didn't wait any longer but took the initiative and sat down next to me where Kunzite had just been. I liked women like her where I didn't have to put in extra effort. Usagi had been gone for six days now, and my old patterns were resurfacing more and more.

"I wanted to thank you for the drink. Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?" she asked, her gaze gliding up and down me. "Diamond, and you are?" "Hina."

I liked her direct approach. She wasn't looking for long conversations, I could tell right away. Her low-cut top emphasized her full breasts, which practically jumped out at me. "Hina, what do you think about having the next drink at my place? My apartment is just a few blocks away." She looked at me lustfully, leaned down a bit, and whispered in my ear, "A fabulous idea."

We had just stepped through the door of the bar when my phone suddenly rang. I glanced at the display. It was Haruka. "I need to take this call. Sorry, I'll be right with you," I said to Hina and answered the call, taking a few steps away.

"This better be important," I growled into the receiver. "Boss, Mrs. Tsukino just contacted me. She will be returning today; I thought you'd want to know. Additionally, the funeral is scheduled for December 29th, and she..." "Haruka, stop. It's enough if you send me a status report every few weeks. I only want to know the bare minimum about Usagi. Stay close to her, be there if she needs you, and if she needs something, get it for her, but spare me further calls. Handle things with her yourself or with Massaru." "Does that mean I continue working for Mrs. Tsukino?" she asked, somewhat confused. "Yes, take on the job that Massaru does for me, be her babysitter, and anticipate her needs. We'll work out your salary. Saphir hasn't been sentenced yet, and I don't trust him. It's not out of the question that he will continue his plans from prison. Be careful and keep a close eye on her."

Then I hung up and stared at the black display of my phone. Suddenly, all the pain was back and hit me with full force. Usagi had still left deep marks on me.

"Is everything all right? You suddenly seem so tense," Hina asked as I stood up to her. I grabbed her neck and kissed her without warning. My tongue demanded entry into her mouth and she granted it without hesitation.

I grabbed her by the waist and then pushed her backwards into a small side alley. I didn't want to wait until I got home, I wanted her here and now. Sex was my outlet to forget and I was grateful that it was working again.

Hina's hands buried themselves in my hair as she teasingly moved up and down with her pelvis. She realized that her movements were having the intended effect, because the fabric of my trousers was already stretched to the limit. Without breaking away from the kiss, her hands moved down my body and unzipped my trousers. With a skillful grip, she had already freed my hard arousal and stroked her fingers along it.

I stopped making out and gave her shoulders a gentle squeeze, a mischievous grin flashed across my face and Hina squatted down in front of me. Her soft lips enveloped my shaft and I was finally able to switch off and let myself drift. She quickly found a good rhythm, which I joined in with and which became steadily faster. I threw my head back as I came with a soft gasp and pressed her head tighter against me. Only after she had swallowed everything did I loosen my grip and release her.

I had needed this relief and suddenly my interest in the woman had disappeared again. I helped her up and fastened my pants. She looked at me expectantly but I had no more use for her. The asshole I once was had reclaimed his place with tremendous speed.

"Thank you for the little adventure. Maybe I'll see you again," I said coolly and turned to leave. Her hand shot forward and pulled me back slightly. "And what about me? I have needs too, we were supposed to go to your place."
"Yes, I've just changed my mind. I'm afraid you'll have to find someone else for your needs."

She swung angrily and aimed for my cheek, but my hand shot up and intercepted her hand. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. Trust me, it would end badly for you."
"Son of a bitch," she hissed at me, which only fueled me to push her away from me even more.
"How much are you getting for the blowjob?"

Now I could see the anger boiling up inside her and she was thinking about her next move. I quickly opened my wallet and pulled out a few bills, which I continued to provocatively slip into her cleavage.

"I think that should be more than enough," I said dryly, and this time she let me go my way.

I didn't arrive at the apartment until after midnight. It was so empty and quiet. Maybe I should have taken the woman with me after all, then at least I would have had some distraction. But it was too late for that now. At least I could be sure with her that she didn't want to meet me a second time, just like the women from yesterday and the day before. I poured myself another scotch and stood by the large window in the living room. The view of Tokyo at night was truly unique.

"Merry Christmas, Diamond," I said, toasting my reflection in the mirror, pathetic, but it just matched my emotional state. I was alone.