Only yours

An Unwelcome Nighttime Guest

Wednesday dragged on endlessly. First, there was an interminable meeting with our lawyer to discuss strategy for the upcoming trial. I already knew how my testimony would go—I would make sure my brother never set foot outside a prison again.

Next came two budget meetings to discuss new investments. Afterwards, I ended up at my father's. He had summoned Kunzite and me to discuss yesterday's board meeting. Apparently, someone had reported my outburst, which had been anything but perfect. After he had berated us like two schoolboys, we couldn't leave his estate fast enough. His mood was never great, but as the trial approached, his patience wore thinner and thinner.

"How about a drink at the bar?" Kunzite asked, and I nodded absentmindedly.

Every time I took out my phone, I opened the last message from her, as I did now. She still wanted to talk, but why? She was the one who had chosen the singer and ended things between us. She was the one who wanted me to stay away from her, and she had made it crystal clear that she blamed me for her situation. So why couldn't she just leave me alone?

Massaru stopped at our regular bar and let us out. "Take the night off, Massaru. It's only one street to get home; I can manage that without you," I said, closing the car door. Moments later, Kunzite and I entered the bar.

It was busy, but our VIP seats were empty, and the bartender greeted us with a laugh. "I thought you two had found a new regular spot, it's been so long since you were here. The usual?" he called over. "Yes, the usual. Thanks," I replied, and we settled into our seats.

Kunzite eyed me warily from the side. He could sense that something was bothering me. "Talk, drink, or both?" he asked bluntly. "Drink. Just drink. Your wife has already said more than enough about this topic, and I can't hear it anymore," I replied quietly, reaching for the glass that had just been placed in front of me. The bartender seemed to understand what I needed and placed the whiskey bottle directly beside me. A good man.

Time flew by as quickly as the alcohol in the bottle, and Kunzite wisely chose safe topics like the weather, potential travel destinations, and the women in the bar.

A young brunette had been sitting alone at a nearby table for a while. She occasionally glanced our way and played with her long hair. The whiskey bottle on our table was nearly empty when Kunzite's phone rang.

"Yeah... still out... soon... I don't know... yeah, okay..." he muttered into the phone. I couldn't help but smirk. "Looks like your wife misses you. See, there are advantages to having no one waiting for you," I remarked ironically.

His eyes darted from me to the woman at the table and back. "I'm heading home to my wife... and it looks like you won't be going home alone either. Have fun and see you tomorrow." "Thanks, I will."

As soon as Kunzite left the table, the woman unceremoniously joined me. She was cute, I couldn't deny that, and I ordered us another round of drinks as we made small talk. "What do you say we go back to my place? It's just a street away," I murmured to her eventually. "And what would we do there?" she asked with a provocative grin. "I'll show you," I replied, placing my finger under her chin to pull her closer and kiss her.

She really got me going on the way to the apartment. In the elevator, she started rubbing herself against me and unbuttoning my shirt. Her hands were everywhere, running through my hair, stroking my body and teasing my arousal. Of course, I willingly joined her game and to my pleasant surprise, I realized that she wasn't wearing any underwear. So I was able to sink two fingers directly into her, which made her moan briefly.
I only detached myself from her for a moment to enter the door's security code and she wrapped her arms around me again. Her woolly moans reached my ears; she was ready and so was I.