The Reve - Part 1

Chapter 7: Time Slip

Mister Yotsubashi negatively reacted to the new photos on the girl's profile. On Monday morning, he received a notification from the hosting application, and his face fell into displeasure. It was a slap in his face and a reminder he was dealing was a vixen sleeping around for a living.

He wanted the pictures off of anyone's sight and was infuriated that a stranger had been able to take such intimate pictures of her. The update completely ruined the afterglow from last Thursday night.

To think he offered her more than enough to renew her wardrobe and she posed in a towel for the world to see. The urge to text her was making his fingers itchy. He wanted to ask why she did that photoshoot and to remove the pictures. Then again, he knew it was her duty as... Whatever she was. Also, texting her wasn't a good idea at the moment.

Looking at the calendar on his desk, he was set to meet her again in three days, the evening after his monthly catch-up. The longest week of his month had barely started and he was already cranky. Willing himself to focus on his responsibilities, he carried on his duties until an early lunch break. He needed to blow steam off with a run down the treadmill until he would be with her again.

Over the days, he grew less upset but his crankiness remained, especially with everyone's nerves being on edge due to his sour mood. Tension remained stiff around his neck even after the end of the monthly meeting with the other C-levels and the administration board. The balding man speed-drove to Kamakura after leaving his office.

The brunette was smiling when she rose from the sofa to greet him but stilled when their eyes met. She tried to woo him with her meta abilities but he didn't welcome it at the moment.

The host looked down at her hands and silently arranged the table for dinner. Walking inside the bedroom to put his case and jacket away, he wondered why he wouldn't enjoy the moment. He should let her take care of his sour mood as he paid for, but he still wanted to be angry.

When the time to cuddle on the couch arrived, she followed him and sat by his side. He deeply exhaled before gesturing for her to sit on his lap. He then breathed in her perfume and finally allowed himself to relax.

He also felt the brunette work on his mind and let her soothe his agitation. After half an hour had passed, she guided him inside the bathroom for their nightly showers before they climbed into bed.

He was feeling her skin underneath his fingers when he felt the urge to ask her why she did that photoshoot. As he kissed her neck, he wanted her to tell him it wasn't her idea. As he kissed her lips, he wanted her to confess she hated posing for the photographer. As he rocked against her, he wanted her to feel as strongly as he did and be vocal about it.

They spent the following morning in a quiet atmosphere, which was an improvement from the previous night's tense one. He wasn't upset anymore but something was missing, even though he couldn't put words on it.

Unlike the previous night, he welcomed her embrace and let her kiss him a 'good day'. The moment seemed to be the missing piece and he instantly felt better afterwards. He also felt idiotic for not allowing it to happen last night.

Kissing 'welcome' or 'goodbye' was different from making out in the heat. It was tender and felt like a confession in a secret language only known to them. In higher spirits, he left the suite and headed towards his car in the ground-level parking lot.

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A couple of hours later, he received a phone call from his old friend. Supposing there was an emergency, he picked up as soon as he read Trumpet's name on his screen. The latter wanted to meet at lunch and the executive was curious to know why the politician wanted to see him on such short notice.