I Wanna Have Sex With My Brother's Wife

Chapter: 7

Sasuke Bad Subconscious Pov.

"Let the countdown begin!"
Jams the button on the death clock, causing it to stick in place.
"Stupid piece of junk!" 
I yell, frantically jabbing at the button in a irritated manner to get it unstuck. Suddenly the numbers rapidly countdown, reaching zero in seconds and cracks the screen.
"This was a bigger let down than my honeymoon night,"
I grumble disappointed. Tossing the clock over my shoulder.
"Well guys, it looks like your on your own on this countdown. Now I know it's gonna be hard not having the star of the story with you each step of the way. But don't worry, every 24hrs I'll be sure to check in on you. So just bare through the boring parts until you get to me...your Senpai!"
Gives a seductive wink and smile.

Reader Pov.

I woke to the rain and darkness, the hot damp air, the contrasting coolness of the rain-laden breezes. I couldn't see a clock anywhere, wouldn't have looked at it in any case. Sasuke laid sound asleep next to me, his breathing steady and soft. I brushed his cheek, pushing back the few stray black strands that concealed it.
"I'm sorry."
I softly whispered, before leaning down to kiss his forehead. He shifted as my lips grazed his soft skin, but he didn't wake. I quietly lifted myself from the bed and located my bag resting in the corner of the room near the door. I used all my years of training to get dress without making a sound. I placed my wet clothes inside my bag and slugged it back over my shoulder before walking towards the door. I linger for a brief moment to take in one more look of Sasuke sleeping and the delusional fantasy we made here for ourselves. I could feel the tears collecting up in the corner of my eyes as I mouthed a silent goodbye to him and it.
It was a depressing trip back home, much like the weather. I wasn't sure how I was gonna be greeted, but whatever the outcome might be, I'll face it with no regrets or second thoughts. The house was dark and empty, it felt eerie. I dragged myself upstairs, past Shisui room and into my bedroom. I let my bag fall from my shoulder, sending it plummeting to the floor behind me as I threw myself face down on the bed. I shifted my head to the side, my eyes widen with surprise as I soon realized I wasn't alone. Itachi rested on the open window seal, arms folded across his broad chest. I lurched up on the bed into a sitting position on the edge.
"Itachi!"
My eyes avoiding his, not wanting to confirm the disappointment and hurt that possibly haunted them. My mind started to race, but not about the possibility of being in danger. Instead it was filled with something much worse, guiltiness.
My hands clenched into tightly closed fist on my knees, my head dropped as the tears consumed me.
"I'm..I'm...sorr."
He crouched beside me to place his face level with mine. His sudden closeness cut off my pathetic attempt to apologize.
"[f/n], why are you crying?"
He asked, his gaze drilled into me, looking for the source of my sadness like he honestly didn't know.
"I'm a terrible wife,"
I gasp. I fought for control, fought to make sense of a world that I no longer understood.
Itachi gripped my hands in his and squeezed gently.
"[f/n], you could never be a terrible wife in my eyes. No matter what you say or do, it will never change the way I look at you."
His voice came out softly and calm.
"Explain to me why that is thou? I don't understand,"
I urged. Shaking my head from side to side, in disapproval towards his words.
He just drew me to him and cradled my head into his chest.
"Because you can't choose the people you fall in love with."

Sasuke Pov.

I frowned at the empty space beside me.
"Looks like we ended up being the one night stand this go around," my bad subconscious informed me with a roll of his eyes.
"Maybe it was for the best it worked out that way," I groaned. Pulling back the covers and rolled myself out of the warm blanket cocoon.
"You can spout that bullshit to everyone else if you like, but it won't work on me buddy," my bad subconscious hissed. As his brows drew together in a frown.
Striding around the bedroom naked, collecting my clothes that laid scattered all over the floor. As last night events kept replaying in my mind.
"He was right, I could lie to everyone else, but not to myself."
I thought to myself personally, quickly getting dressed.
"So what we gonna do about this situation Romeo," my bad subconscious ordered.
My eyes narrowed and my body tensed at his question.
"I guess I'm gonna have to convince my Juliet to love me, one way or another."
I let a smirk escape me as I exited the bedroom shutting the door behind me and made my way back home...back to [f/n].