Metanoia

Chapter Forty-four.

I am the definition of bad ideas.

Going out with Rayne was undoubtedly a significant risk that could negatively impact my relationship with Rindou and could possibly be a repeat of what happened with Rune.

However, did I care? Not really.

My decision was primarily driven by the need to escape from my thoughts regarding Rindou and seek solace in the eyes of someone else. Instead of facing my conflicting emotions, I resorted to desperation and prayed to the demon lord for temporary relief. It was an act of escapism, a way to avoid confronting the depths of my feelings and the consequences of my actions.

After a two-hour wardrobe crisis, I settled on a red and white floral print jumpsuit—perfect for the pleasant weather. I adored it since it resembled a skirt up front and shorts down the back. A crimson bow adorned the back of my wavy hair, which I paired with a pair of nice flats. As I scanned myself in the mirror one last time, I couldn't help but feel satisfied with my outfit choice.

The jumpsuit hugged my figure in all the right places, and the pop of red in my accessories tied the whole look together—all thanks to my impromptu fashion decision at Marshal. I grabbed my clutch and my keys and headed out the door.

I settled into my Sedan and drove to the Tokyo Dome amusement park. The sun was still high and shining as I arrived, casting a warm golden glow over the colorful rides and attractions. I could hear the excited screams of children and the joyful music playing in the background. As I parked my car and got out, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia and anticipation for the fun-filled evening ahead of me.

A smile formed on my lips as children pulled their parents towards the dome amusement park. I walked towards the entrance, taking in the sights and smells of popcorn and cotton candy wafting through the air. The vibrant lights of the Ferris wheel shimmered in the distance, beckoning me closer.

Looking around, I didn't see Rayne. I stood there with my hands fidgeting nervously. My mind began to go to the worst thing possible until I heard the deep chuckle of the man who had my attention.

Rayne, standing six foot three the most, had on a black tight shirt that hugged his muscles beautifully, pants, and nice Jordan sneakers to match. His dreamy smile sent shivers down my spine and places we weren't going to talk about. He stopped in front of me, his gaze roaming over my figure once more before coming back up to meet my eyes. Rayne chuckled softly, "Hey beautiful."

"H-Hi," I said with a gulp. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him even if I wanted to.

FUCK–HE WAS SEXY!

Rayne smiled at my shy response. He reached out his hand and lifted my chin with his knuckle, my eyes locking onto his green ones, "you look gorgeous by the way. That jumpsuit really fits you well."

"T-Thank you, you look handsome yourself."

"Ready to head inside?" Rayne took his knuckle from my chin and slid his fingers down my arm. Goosebumps flooded my skin. His fingers laced with mine without permission but I didn't move them away.

"Yeah, sure," I said giving his hand a light squeeze.

Rayne grinned and took a few steps ahead of me before I matched his stride. My gaze dipped to our hands for a second. Rindous was nothing like his touch. It was strange and, frankly, nice. Compared to his enormous, flawless hand, mine was little in comparison. My nostrils were flooded with the jasmine and cedarwood aroma that Rayne emitted. It was a scent that was both familiar and comforting, wrapping around me like a warm hug.

As we continued walking, I couldn't help but feel a sense of ease and contentment settling over me. Rayne glanced over at me and winked, his smile infectious and causing my heart to flutter. At that moment, I knew that being with him was wrong. But it was so right.