Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
I snack on my food for a while, though every time I look up, Toru is staring in my direction. I finally scoot my chair around a little so I can get more of a dance floor view than a bodyguard view. I wonder what Kazuo is doing right now. Probably locked up in a room with a bunch of old Japanese gangsters talking business. Yuck. I much prefer my little plate of goodies, though it would be better if Kaz was hand-feeding me. I start to daydream about it, about how he’d pop the food into my mouth then kiss me with–
“And who do we have here?”
I pull my attention away from my plate to see two women standing on the other side of the round table.
The one in the gold dress pulls out a chair and drops into it. The other stays standing with her eyes trained on me. I’m not sure the skin-tight red dress she’s wearing even allows for sitting. I’d noticed both of them on the dance floor earlier. They were hard to miss with their shiny blond hair and their height. They would easily tower over me even without their heels on. That said, I bet I still weigh more than them.
“I’m Mei,” I say, leaving my last name out.
“You came with Kazuo,” the one standing says without even bothering to offer me her name.
“I did.” I pick up one of the little cream puffs from my plate and pop it into my mouth.
Both of them scrunch their noses.
“Are you dating?” the one in red asks when she realizes I’m not going to offer more information.
Oh, don't get me wrong, I want to tell them Kazuo is mine and to stay the hell away, but I’m trying to be a good girl. Plus, I don’t know what Kazuo and I are at this point. The way he holds me close and his acts of possessiveness along with his jealousy make me think he’s going to keep me forever, but he’s never said that. I don’t want to assume anything because I know what they say about people who do.
There is no way my father would let Kazuo keep me without some promise of marriage–which Kazuo has made clear he doesn’t want. Even if he did have some change of heart and wanted to marry me, he’d have to ask my father for permission. What if he told him no? Kazuo has such respect for my father he’d likely let me go. As much as that breaks my heart to think about, it might be the best outcome if Kazuo doesn’t truly want me. Him not standing up to my father for us would help me in walking away from him. I push my plate away suddenly, not so hungry anymore.
“We came together,” I point out, hating that I’m having to be vague. I want to call Kazuo mine.
“That doesn’t mean anything.” The one wearing the gold dress finally speaks. “I’ve come with Kazuo too.” She smirks, igniting an anger I’ve never felt before inside me. Her words feel like a smack to my face.
“Are you saying my Kazuo fucked you?” I stand from my seat, not wanting to hear any more about Kazuo’s past with other women.
My anger is not only with her disrespect but with Kazuo’s as well. It might be irrational, but he won’t even have sex with me, but then he brings me to a place where there are other woman he’s been with?
I don’t care that it might be his past and he thought he might never get married, so it didn’t matter to shit where he ate. Maybe Kazuo doesn't need to ask my father for anything, because I won’t spend my life dealing with his past women who are so bold to disrespect other women.
She scrambles to her feet, her eyes wide in surprise at my outburst. I’m sure she thought I’d run away crying or something. Quickly, she gets it together and shoots a glare at me. I’m sure it’s in hopes to get me to back down. Not this time. Not when it comes to Kazuo.
“As I was saying–”
“It’s a yes or no question.” I cut her off. My hands ball into fists at my sides. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this level of anger before in my life.
“You must not know who I am,” she fires back, tilting her nose up at me.
“And you clearly have no idea who I am.” I smirk.
“Oh, I know who you are.” Her eyes run up and down me. “You’re not his normal type, but maybe he’s mixing it up this time. Either way, you’re just a random addition to his count. I’m not worried. He’ll ditch you the same way he did all the others. He’ll come back to me. He always does.” She licks her lips.