Paper Romance(Nijimura Shuzo x reader)

(Chapter 10) Money is Absolute

NOTE: (y/ln) = your last name

            (y/fn) = your first name

            (y/hc)= your hair color

            (y/hl)= your hair length

            (y/ec)= your eye color

            (y/fc)=your favorite color

            (y/dc)=your dress color
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It had been three weeks since Nijimura had shamefully left you raging in your room.

He had exited the mansion with his head hung low, and for all you cared, you hoped he never set foot in the mansion again.

Yet watching his slender masculine figure fade away did hurt. You sank to your bare knees and sobbed.

Why was it like this? Why have such strong feelings for something that didn't exist? You knew it was fake. You couldn't blame him, yet you had to blame him. You were frustrated. With him. With yourself. With this "relationship."

The images that haunted you for nights to come was just him... The boy standing before you clade in a button up, his jet black hair set framing his face, but hickies littering his neck. Those masses of blue and purplish pulsing and laughing in your face.

"I never loved him," you told yourself time and time again.

"He never loved me, it was mutual," you told your figure as you stood in the mirror on lonely mornings.

"It was meaningless," you informed the flowers as you passed through the garden, "just a front to keep away an arranged marriage..."

And even so in a way it still worked... Your father knew nothing of the happenings with Shuzo, so you technically didn't have to worry about anything as long as the status of your relationship to the Raven was never brought into question...

But even that would be too good to last...

You were in an executive meeting, observing what a true business meeting was like when being the head of a high ranking company.

Your father was seated at the head of the table. Smoke billowing around him as he listened idly to some man in a business suit discuss company statistics and customer satisfaction.

You stood beside him. That morning the maids awoke you, giving you instructions on how the day would go and what mannerisms to use when speaking to the business officials... Yet when they tried to hand you a pencil skirt and blazer you refused them until you were left to decide what you would wear.

So now you were clade in ripped jeans. Some Adidas high tops classics and a lacy barlet with a kimono inspired cardigan falling off of your shoulders. The (*whatever color is best*) silky fabric complemented your skin nicely. The bralet was white and endless designs of flowers and leaves concealed your bust but exposed your midriff. Your skinny jeans highlighted the curves in your legs and the shoes were just what was comfortable for such street wear. Your hair was done neatly, the (y/hc) locks placed into a fitting messy bun. Light hues of makeup dusted your perfect face. You stood there bored yet stern, forever cold, and cursing the fact that this meeting left you to drown in your thoughts of Nijimura.

You wondered how he was doing, what he was doing, how his family company was doing... Was he thinking of you...

Many of the men seated at the long rectangular table dared not to look you in the eyes. You were their future boss. The future predecessor of a tightly ran company. There was no mercy for employees. There was nothing but a pure drive of economic enterprise fueled by your father's wants and those who lasted long enough to work under him feared that you would be like him if not worse.