HOW TO HATE YOUR HUSBAND 2
HOW TO LOVE YOUR WIFE
How To Love Your Wife – Chapter 21&22
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[๐๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ซ’๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐]Hunter snatched his car keys from the dresser and bolted out of his room, pulse racing. He nearly collided with Sasha at ir pm he top of the stairs.
“Love, what is it?” she asked, steadying herself.
“Um, nothing… just, going to… catch up with someone,” He stammered, avoiding her eyes as he brushed past and rushed out the door.
“What’s with him?” Sasha muttered, shaking her head before heading upstairs.
Hunter slid into his car, slamming the door and yanking on his seatbelt with trembling hands. He gripped the wheel, staring at the dashboard.
“F+k, Riri,” he mumbled, heart hammering like a drum in his chest.
The thought of his little girlโterrified,
twisted his gut. He couldn’t even imagine her tiny face right now, eyes wide with fear.
He revved the engine and peeled out of the estate, tires screeching as he sped toward the highway.
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Hinata’s car screamed down the highway at breakneck speed, flames now devouring the rear tire, black smoke billowing in thick clouds.
Word had spread out as distant sirens wailed, but help was miles away, firefighters scrambling to catch up. Horns blared endlessly as drivers fled her path.
She twisted around briefly, eyes fierce. “Riri, loosen your seatbeltโnow!”
Riri fumbled with the buckle, little fingers slipping. “I can’t, Grandma! It’s stuck!”
“Try again, sweetie, you can do it! Grandma can’t let go of the wheel!” Hinata urged, swerving around a semi-truck, the car fishtailing wildly.
Riri tugged desperately, tears streaming. Click.
It finally released.
“Now, crawl slowly to Grandma, hold on tight!”
“Okay…” Riri whimpered, inching forward on all fours.
The car bucked over potholes, jolting her side to side; she clawed at the seats, knees scraping, until she finally scrambled onto Hinata’s lap, clinging like a lifeline.
Hinata veered onto a steep, sloping side road, tires screeching as she aimed for the lake at the bottomโa shimmering expanse bordered by reeds.
“Riri, raise my shirt and squeak in tight against Grandma. Then close your eyes, hold your breath, don’t open them until I say!”
Riri nodded, trembling, and tucked her face into Hinata’s shirt, squeezing her eyes shut and pinching her nose.
The back tires wobbled violently, rubber shredding, flames roaring up the undercarriage.
With a final glance at the water, Hinata hit the unlock button. She wrenched the wheel and jammed the accelerator.
The car plunged off the embankment, airborne for a heart-stopping second before smashing into the lake. Water exploded upward in a geyser.
Then BOOM , a massive fireball erupted, the gas tank igniting in a thunderous blast that lit the sky orange, hurling debris and flames skyward in a deafening roar.
Hinata kicked furiously underwater, lungs burning as she hauled Riri toward the surface.
The Jeep’s wreckage groaned behind them, half-submerged in the muddy lake. She broke through, gaspingโbut her long hair snagged on a jagged piece of twisted metal from the door frame.
It yanked her back under, trapping her in the depths.
Sirens grew louder, piercing the chaos onshore.
“Ariana…!!!” She heard Hunter’s voice echoing desperately.
“Hinata!!!” Angelo roared, his scream cutting through the din.
The Jeep shifted, lodged deep in submerged roots, tilting slowly as water claimed it.
Hinata stretched her arms upward, shoving Riri higher, her granddaughter’s head finally bobbed above the surface, sputtering.
“Riri!” Hunter leaped from the bank, diving into the water.
He grabbed her, then stretched out, and felt Hinata’s fingers brush his, a fleeting grip before she sank.
He swam back to shore, Riri coughing in his arms.
โDaddy..!!โ Riri cried, hugging him tightly.
โShhh. Daddy’s here now, don’t cry.โ Hunter patted her back slowly as she coughed.
Firefighters swarmed the edge, hoses trained on the smoldering wreckage to douse lingering flames.
They uncoiled ropes and threw life rings, shouting coordinates to arriving unitsโbut the Jeep was a beast, too heavy to budge without a tow truck, which hadn’t arrived.
No one expected her to plunge into the lake; divers were en route, but minutes felt eternal.
“Where’s Hinata?!” Angelo demanded, scanning the ripples.
“I can’t see Madam Hinata,” One firefighter replied grimly as he stuck his head out from the water, shining a spotlight over the bubbles.
Angelo dropped his phone and dove in, slicing through the cold murk. The Jeep sank deeper, dragging debris.
He spotted her, hair tangled in the rusted door hinge, the car’s weight pinning her limp form, bubbles trailing faintly from her lips.
Panic surged through him. He kicked harder, reaching her side. He tugged her bodyโstuck fast. Fumbling to his back pocket, his heart sank: no pocket knife.
Gritting his teeth, Angelo yanked her head to his chest, cradling it protectively. He fisted the snarled hair at the hinge and wrenched with everything he ripped and a chunk of her hair tore free, dark strands floating away like ink.
He rocketed upward, breaking the surface with a gasp, Hinata’s lifeless weight in his arms.
Medics rushed forward. He staggered to the bank and laid her on the grass, tilting her head back.
“Hinata… Hinata!!!!” He pinched her nose, sealed his mouth over hers, and breathed deepโonce, twice, pumping her chest rhythmically.
“Come on, wake up!”
They loaded her onto a stretcher, oxygen mask in place, and the ambulance van sped off, sirens wailing into the distance.
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[๐๐จ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ๐๐ฅ]
Angelo sat rigidly in the chair beside Hinata’s hospital bed, his broad frame hunched forward, eyes locked on her pale face.
Monitors beeped steadily, tracking her vitals, the doctors had pumped liters of lake water from her lungs, confirming she’d be fine, but she remained unconscious, her chest rising and falling in shallow rhythm under the thin white sheet.
The door creaked open, and Riri peeked in, clutching Hunter’s hand, her wide eyes brimming with worry.
“Grandpa, will Grandma be okay?” Riri whispered, tiptoeing closer.
Angelo forced a reassuring smile, reaching out to ruffle her damp hair. “Yes, little one. Hunter, take her homeโshe needs to rest.”
Hunter stepped forward, jaw tight, glancing at Hinata’s still form. “Will you be fine here?”
“Yes,” Angelo replied firmly, “…and please, don’t mention this to Romeo. He’s going to go crazy once he finds out what happened to Hinata. Also, you don’t have to worry about this.”
“I’m f+king worriedโsomeone tried to kill my daughter,” Hunter growled, fists clenching.
Angelo’s gaze hardened. “I’m pretty sure Hinata was the target. But anyways, I’ll handle it. That person won’t get away with it.”
“Alright.” Hunter sighed, scooping Riri up.
“Bye-bye, Grandpa.” Riri leaned over for a hug, her tiny arms wrapping around his neck.
“Rest well, okay?” Angelo murmured, kissing her forehead.
“I will,” she promised softly.
Hunter and Riri slipped out, the door clicking shut behind them.
Angelo turned back to Hinata, lifting her limp hand to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles.
He knew she could handle herself in any situation, but in that lake, trapped and helplessโshe couldn’t, and the thought chilled him to the bone.
His phone buzzed sharply on the bedside table. He swiped to answer.
“Boss, we already found what you’re looking for,” came the gravelly voice of his man.
“And?” Angelo prompted.
“Before your wife left the house earlier, we spotted another car in the CCTV outside your mansion tailing her.”
“Send me the video.” Angelo hung up without another word.
His phone beeped moments later. He tapped the message, and the grainy footage played: a sleek black sedan lurking in the shadows, following Hinata’s Jeep from the estate.
He chuckled darkly, recognition flashing in his eyes.
“Reiko.”
“Killing you is a waste of time. I know just what to do.” He murmured it to the empty room, then leaned over Hinata, brushing his thumb along her cheek before planting a soft kiss there, rubbing it tenderly.
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[๐๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ซ’๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐]
Hunter pulled into the driveway with Riri dozing against his shoulder, her small frame still chilled from the lake.
They slipped into his house and straight to his room quietly, but Sasha sat up slowly in bed, her eyes sharpening with maternal instinct as she took in their damp clothes and Riri’s pallor.
“Momma!” Riri chirped, rushing over for a hug, burying her face in Sasha’s chest.
“Baby, why’s your body so cold?” Sasha asked, wrapping her arms around Riri tightly, her heart clenching with sudden dread.
“Grandma and Iโ”
“Riri, go to Esther, okay?” Hunter cut in gently, nodding toward the door.
“Okay, Daddy.” Riri scampered out, leaving the room heavy with unspoken tension.
“Hunter?” Sasha’s voice trembled, searching his face.
“Aunt Hinata and Riri got into an accident. Apparently, the car crashed into a lake, and Aunt Hinata is still unconscious.” His tone was steady, but his eyes betrayed the lingering fear.
Sasha palmed her mouth, a choked sob escaping as hot tears spilled down her cheeksโher world fracturing in an instant.
As a mom, the terror hit like a tidal wave: vivid flashes of Riri submerged, helpless and gasping, her tiny lungs filling with water, the bone-deep guilt that she’d been asleep, oblivious while her baby faced death.
Her chest heaved, love and fear twisting into a knot that made her want to hold Riri forever and scream at the universe for daring to threaten her family.
“Hunter, why didn’t you tell me earlier?” she cried, voice breaking, fists balling in the sheets.
“I didn’t want you to worry about it. It’s taken care ofโAriana is fine, so there’s no need to worry.” He crossed to her in two strides, sitting on the bed’s edge and pulling her into his arms.
His hand petted her back in slow, soothing strokes, fingers threading through her hair as he pressed gentle kisses to her tear-streaked forehead, then her temple.
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[๐๐ฌ๐ก๐ญ๐จ๐ง’๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐]
Angelo entered the Villa cloaked in a dark aura, his face a mask of cold fury that made the air feel heavy.
The maids froze mid-task, exchanging confused glances as he stormed past without a word.
“Where’s Reiko?” he demanded, voice low and lethal.
“Madam is in her room,” one stammered, bowing her head.
He ascended the stairs slowly, deliberately, banging open every door he passedโcrashing against walls, revealing empty guest rooms until he reached the last one
He flung it wide.
Reiko lay sleeping peacefully on the bed, oblivious, her chest rising and falling in the dim light.
Angelo stormed toward her, seized a fistful of her hair, and jerked her upright off the mattress.
“Arghh!” she screamed, jolting awake, eyes flying wide in shock.
“Angelo!!” she gasped, flailing.
He dragged her across the floor by her hair, one hand casually in his pocket, hauling her out of the room like discarded trash.
“Let me go! What is wrong with you?!” she shrieked, clawing at his wrist.
He pulled her relentlessly to the staircase, then squatted down, yanking her hair to force her face level with hisโnoses inches apart, his eyes burning with rage.
“How dare you hurt my wife?” he growled.
“Hurt Hinata? I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lied, voice trembling, body shaking uncontrollably.
“Wrong answer.”
With a swift shove, he pushed her backward. She tumbled down the stairs head over heels, screaming shrilly.
“Aaaahhh! Nooo! Angelo, stop! Aaaaggghhh!”
Her body bouncing off each step, limbs flailing wildly. She hit the bottom with a sickening thud, blood smearing across her forehead from a deep gash, trickling down her face in crimson rivulets.
Reiko coughed up blood, sputtering wetly, and sat up slowly on the marble floor, dazed.
Her vision blurred as she looked upโAngelo descended the stairs like a monster, his silhouette towering, face shadowed and merciless.
Angelo grabbed Reiko by the hair again, yanking her head back viciously to meet his blazing eyes.
She whimpered, blood dripping from her gash, but he wasn’t doneโfar from it.
He kicked her hard in the ribs, sending her sprawling to the cold marble floor with a guttural cry.
“Stay down,” he snarled, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness.
The thick metallic buckle gleamed ominously as he whipped it free, looping it once before bringing it down mercilessly.
Crack!
The heavy end lashed across her back, tearing through fabric and skin. She screamed, curling into a ball.
Crack!
It struck her thighs, then her arms as she tried to shield herself.
Crack! Over and over, her shoulders, legs, sides, welts rising instantly, skin splitting, blood welling up in brutal stripes.
He flogged her without pause, circling her writhing form like a predator, the belt whistling through the air.
“In all my life of knowing Hinata,” He growled between strikes.
“I never let anyone who hurt her go scot-free. I can’t even stand a single scratch on her. And not just that, you almost killed my precious granddaughter!”
“Aaahh! Pleaseโstop!” Reiko sobbed, choking on her own blood, body convulsing with each blow.
He paused only to flip her over, the belt cracking across her stomach.
“I’ll kill you next time,” He vowed, voice ice-cold. “Touch my wife again, and you’re dead. Swear it! promise me now!”
“I-I swear! I promise, never again! Please!” She wailed, barely audible through tears and gasps, her face a mask of snot, blood, and terror.
Satisfied, Angelo delivered one final lash across her calves, then slung the belt back on.
Reiko lay there shattered, sobbing hysterically, as he turned and strode out without a backward glance, leaving her broken on the floor, crying into the pooling blood.
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[๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง ๐๐ญ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง]
In the dim, exclusive VIP lounge of Tokyo Station’s Shinkansen wing, Romeo stood concealed behind a one-way smoked glass partition, overlooking the frenzy of platforms below.
Dressed head-to-toe in blackโtailored jacket, pants, glovesโa low-brimmed cap shadowed his eyes, and a surgical mask concealed the rest.
The lounge hummed faintly with the murmur of salarymen and the distant screech of arriving bullet trains, its leather armchairs and low teak tables a stark contrast to the chaotic main concourse teeming with commuters rushing toward the neon-lit ticket gates and underground escalators.
Tiago, Martin, and Danzo approached through the lounge’s frosted sliding doors, their footsteps muffled on the plush carpet. They nodded curtly, joining Romeo at the partition.
“What’s the status?” Romeo asked, voice low and edged.
Tiago straightened. “The train for the shipment is already hereโPlatform 14. We’ve made sure it takes a different route to the destination, to avoid it being hijacked without our men on standby.”
“And anything else regarding what I asked you to look into?” Romeo pressed,.
“So far, no suspicious-looking men around. As instructed, only the men you selected are handling the cargoโno outsiders near the loading bays.”Danzo said.
“Okay. Tiago, Danzoโyou two take care of the cargo and the train.” Romeo turned on his heel, striding toward the lounge exit.
“Martin, follow me.”
The group dispersed as Romeo and Martin slipped out into the station’s labyrinthine corridors, weaving past throngs of travelers near the kiss-and-ride zone and echoing under the massive arched roof.
“Is there a problem, boss?” Martin asked, matching Romeo’s pace as they descended a side stairwell.
“Lin accidentally told me their clan is actually the ones hijacking the cargo.”
“The Triads? Didn’t Zhou sign an alliance with us?”
“Talk about being shady.” Romeo’s mask muffled a grim chuckle. “There’s someone who’s supposed to actually be here. Since Nancy killed Ginger, I suspect he’s going to come on his own.”
“So we’re going to wait for him?”
“Yes.”
They emerged into the humid underbelly of the station, the air thick with diesel and steel, positioning themselves in the blind spot of a maintenance alcoveโperfect for watching the trains without being seen.
—-
The piercing screech of brakes echoed through the station as a late-night local train shuddered to a halt on Platform 16, its doors hissing open.
A group of six men in nondescript hoodies and cargo pants trooped out, blending into the sparse crowd of night-shift workers.
“Boss, that might be them,” Martin whispered, nodding toward the group from their vantage in the maintenance alcove.
Romeo peered through the gloom. The men were unrecognizableโfaces obscured by caps and masks, just like his own.
Then, a seventh figure stepped out: Ashton, his disguise impeccableโblack tactical gear, hood pulled low, a scarf masking everything but steely eyes. Romeo didn’t notice it was him.
“Find out which train they’re loading the cargo on,” Ashton ordered his men in a clipped tone.
“Yes, boss,” they replied in unison, fanning out.
Ashton veered off, heading toward the dimly lit stairwell leading to the underground service tunnels. “I need a smoke.”
“Martin, follow those men and make sure they don’t get to the train,” Romeo murmured.
“Yes, boss.” Martin melted into the shadows, trailing the group.
Romeo shadowed Ashton silently, their footsteps swallowed by the station’s constant rumble.
Ashton descended into the labyrinth of abandoned tracks beneath the main platformsโa forgotten warren of rusted rails, dripping concrete walls, and flickering emergency bulbs strung along the low ceiling.
Ashton stopped abruptly, senses prickling. Slowly, he turnedโbut a brutal punch exploded from the darkness, Romeo’s gloved fist slamming into his jaw.
Ashton staggered back, his spine cracking against the graffiti-smeared wall with a thud that echoed off the tunnels.
He coughed, muffled through his mask, blood trickling warm under the fabric. Ashton looked up and froze, recognition dawning through the hazeโthose piercing eyes, that build.
Romeo.
Romeo cracked his knuckles, looming closer, voice a low growl.
“We’re going to make this snappy. Who are you, and why are you working with that old man Zhou?”
Ashton exploded forward with a brutal haymaker, fist whistling through the dank air. Romeo sidestepped nonchalantly, cracking an elbow into Ashton’s ribs, the crunch echoing off the walls.
Ashton grunted, pain fueling rage.
He drove a knee toward Romeo’s gut, following with a savage elbow strike and a flurry of punches all aimed at creating space to flee.
Romeo absorbed the knee with a casual lean, blocked the elbow lazily, and weaved through the punches like they were in slow motion.
He countered with a nonchalant hook that split Ashton’s lip, blood spraying.
Ashton pressed harder and grabbed Romeo’s jacket for leverage, yanked him close, and headbutted his masked forehead.
Romeo’s head snapped back slightly, but he just chuckled low, shoving Ashton off with one hand while landing a knee to the thigh that buckled the man.
Ashton didn’t say anything to avoid his voice being recognized.
Romeo smirked under his mask.
“Why aren’t you speaking? Cat got your tongue or scared to blow your cover?”
Ashton feinted low, dodging a lazy jab, then yanked a smoke bomb from his pocket and smashed it to the ground.
Gray clouds billowed thick and fast, choking the tunnel. He bolted down the rusted tracks, footsteps pounding into the dark.
—–
Ashton skidded to a stop in the shadows, ripped off his mask, and called his men.
“Abort the missionโnow!”
“Boss, others are dead. A blonde guy Martin got ’em.”
“Shit…!!” Ashton groaned, touching his bloody lip.
—-
Romeo dialed Tiago’s line.
“Update on the Cargo?”
“Loaded and ready to roll. Martin beat up the hijackers.”
“Good.” He hung up, pocketed the phone.
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[๐๐ค๐ฒ’๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ – 8.00pm]
Sky and Levi lounged on the wide balcony chair upstairs in Levi’s room, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow over the railing.
A maid quietly set down a tray of snacksโfresh fruit, pastries, and iced drinksโbefore slipping away without a word.
“I’m really sorry about Ginger and what she did,” Levi said, his voice laced with regret. “I can’t believe she even pulled all that on you.”
“You don’t have to apologize just because she was your girlfriend,” Sky replied, shaking his head.
“Ginger was a snake, and she’s… already gone. I should be the one saying sorry, for what Nancy did.”
“Not at all. She deserved it.” Levi sighed, picking at a grape. “I can’t believe I let her force me into dating her. I started to like her, but she never really cared about me.”
“I’m so stupid,” Levi muttered. “I shouldn’t have gotten into a relationship with her. Did it out of pity because we were friends, and honestly, I don’t even know how to feel anymore.”
“Just forget about her.” Sky popped a grape into his mouth.
“And Nancy, you’re okay with it? With her being in the Mafia?”
Sky nodded firmly. “Yeah. I don’t want to meddle in her personal affairs. It’s her family’s thing, and I can’t tell her to stop, can I? Besides, I love her so much. I won’t let that separate us.”
“And you know that Martin guy?” Levi asked, his tone shifting.
“Martin? Oh, him. What about him? Nancy said he works in their family clan or something like that.”
Levi hesitated, glancing at the horizon. “Well, I don’t know how to say this, but promise you won’t look at me weirdly or judge me.”
Sky turned to him, curious. He nodded.
“During the time Ginger and I were having problems, well, recently, Martin and I… kinda had an affair.”
Sky froze, his snack halfway to his mouth.
“By affair, what do you mean?”
“Um… so he met me at the gym, showed up at my house one day and…”
“Go straight to the point, Levi.”
“Well, he likes me and… he keeps disturbing me, but I don’t think I feel comfortable with him anymore.”
“Hold on, have you two… kissed?”
“Um… yeah.”
“Have you two… you know… had s+x?”
“No… no… just…”
“Just what?”
“He gave me a bl0wjob one time and I…”
“Levi, are you g@y?”
“Gay? No… no… I mean, I’ve f+ked a girl and…”
“So you’re bi. Let me guess, you want him as bad as he wants you, but you hate the idea.”
“Sorta.”
“Yeah, you’re definitely g@y. Or bi.”
“Stop it.”
Sky’s eyes widened for a split second, then a sly grin cracked his face. He leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms as the balcony breeze rustled the snack tray.
“Stop it? Nah, this is gold, Levi. You’re blushing really hard.” Sky chuckled, nudging Levi’s shoulder.
“Come on, spill, how’d it feel? That blowjob from Martin? Bet it was mind-blowing, right? The way you froze up just telling me… yeah, you’re hooked.”
Levi shifted uncomfortably, staring out at the view, his jaw tight. “It was… intense, okay? Felt good, sure. But that’s notโ”
Sky cut him off with a laugh, waving a hand.
“Intense? Dude, you’re killing me. Admit it, your body’s screaming ‘yes’ even if your brain’s playing denial.”
Levi rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding Sky’s gaze, but his voice dropped low.
“Fine. Yeah, whenever Martin’s around, I tense upโlike, electricity buzzing through me. Can’t think straight. And… he really knows how to kiss me so well.”
Sky burst out laughing, clapping Levi on the back.
” There it is! Yeah, you’re officially gayโor bi, whatever. Your female fans would be so heartbroken. ‘Levi’s off the market for team c+k!’ Headline material.”
Levi groaned, shoving Sky playfully. “Shut up, man. It’s not funny.”
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It was past 8:30 PM, Romeo slid into his blacked-out sedan as Tiago’s crew peeled off into the Tokyo night.
He tossed his phone aside, digging the second phone from the duffel on the passenger seat.
His eyes widenedโ75 missed calls from Rias.
Texts flooded the screen:
*Where are you?*
*Romeo, I’m at the fortress.*
*I’m gonna leave if you don’t call back.*
*Answer me.*
Three hours of desperation and he missed it.
“F+k.”
He ignited the engine with a roar, tires screeching as he drifted out of the station lot in a haze of smokeโhastily weaving through traffic, heart pounding.
“F+k. Shit.”
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[๐๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ๐ฎ ๐
๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ -9pm]
Rias paced the living room like a caged storm, her heels stabbing the floor with sharp, furious clicks.
Three hours. Three goddamn hours she’d waited, her phone now littered with unanswered callsโdozens of them, glaring accusations on the screen.
The heavy door creaked open, and Romeo stepped in, his broad shoulders filling the frame. His eyes locked on her immediately, dark and unreadable.
“Rias…” His voice was low, gravelly, as he closed the distance, boots thudding softly.
She whirled on him, fists clenched at her sides, chest heaving.
“Where the hell were you?” Her words came out, eyes blazing like embers.
“I was… handling the clan business. It couldn’t wait.” He raised a hand, reaching for her arm, but she jerked back.
“You couldn’t pick up my calls?” She stepped into his space, voice rising. Her fingers twitched, nails digging into her palms.
Romeo’s jaw tightened, a flicker of regret in his gaze, but he held her stare.
“I got caught up and lost track of time. I’m sorry, Rias, Iโ”
Her hand cracked across his cheek before he could finish.
The slap echoed like thunder, his head snapping sideways, a red bloom staining his skin.
He didn’t move, just slowly turned back, eyes darkening with a mix of pain and hunger.
“The next time you ignore me,” She hissed, shoving his chest hard enough to make him stagger a step, her voice trembling with rage.
“It’ll be more than a slap, I’m going to get real mad at you…!!”
Her eyes glistened, fury cracking to reveal the raw ache beneath. She’d waited hours, heart twisting, body aching for him.
A tear escaped, traitorously tracing her cheek.
Romeo surged forward, closing the gap in one fluid move. His arms banded around her waist, yanking her flush against him.
She gasped, her soft curves molding to his hard frame, heat sparking where they touched.
His lips brushed her ear, breath ragged.
“I’m sorry, Rias. So damn sorry for leaving you waiting. Never againโI swear it.” His hands roamed her back, fingers digging in possessively, pulling her even tighter.
Her resistance shattered. Arms snaking up, she clutched his shirt, nails scraping his shoulders as she buried her face in his neck, inhaling his scent like a drug.
Their bodies pressed fever-hot, hips aligning instinctively.
He pulled back just enough to search her face, thumb rough against her wet cheek.
“Did you miss me?” His voice dropped to a husky growl, lips hovering inches from hers.
She shoved him away abruptly, breaking the embrace, but her cheeks flushed red.
Pivoting, she yanked her hair into a messy bun, exposing the elegant curve of her neck, so vulnerable and tempting.
“You’re so full of yourself,” she snapped, but her voice wavered.
Romeo smirked, eyes raking over her like fire, stepping closer again. His hand grazed her hip, thumb circling possessively.
“I know you missed me. Felt it in that hug. Would it kill you to admit it?” He leaned in, nose brushing her hair, voice a heated whisper.
“I didn’t miss you.” She lied through gritted teeth, snatching her bag from the couch, but her free hand lingered on his chest, betraying her.
He chuckled lowly, dark, catching her wrist and tugging her back until her back hit his chest.
His free hand slid to her waist, fingers splaying wide.
“I’ll believe what I want then, and I believe you’re soaked just thinking about me all day.” His lips grazed her earlobe, sending shivers racing down her spine.
“Suit yourself,” she scoffed.
Just then, Rias’s phone buzzed insistently from her bag. She fished it out, but Romeo’s eyes snapped to the screen.
Ashton. Jealous fire ignited in his gaze.
In a blur, he lunged, hands clamping her waist.
He jerked her up effortlessly, hoisting her over his shoulder for a split second before pivoting and slamming her a+s down on the high living room table.
Her legs dangled, thighs parting instinctively as he caged her in.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Romeo growled, voice thick with possession, his body crowding hers.
“It’s late, I have to go home. Besides…” Her protest died as the phone rang again, shrill and demanding.
*Ashton calling.*
Romeo smirked wickedly, wedging his hips between her spread thighs, the hard bulge in his p+nts grinding against her core.
His lips latched onto her neck, sucking hard enough to bruise, teeth grazing her pulse.
“Answer it,” he murmured against her skin, hot breath fanning her ear.
“Okay,” she whispered shakily, swiping to accept as his hands shoved her short gown up her hips.
“Hello?” Rias’s voice came out breathy, already unsteady.
“Babe, where are you?” Ashton’s voice crackled through the speaker, oblivious.
“I’m at… ahhโ” Rias slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes flying wide.
Romeo’s fingers had plunged under her panties, gripping the damp lace and yanking it aside.
He teased her slick folds, possessive hunger in his stare.
“Go on,” he mouthed, lips curving devilishly.
“What’s the matter? You okay? What was that sound?” Ashton pressed, concern edging his tone.
“I’m fine… I just…” Rias bit her lip bloody as Romeo’s thumb circled her throbbing cli+, slow and merciless.
Her hips bucked involuntarily, free hand clawing his shoulder.
“Can you come over to my place? Sleepover? I miss you and I need you right now.” Ashton coaxed.
“I…” Her words choked off.
Romeo thrust two thick fingers deep inside her soaking heat, curling them ruthlessly against her G-spot.
She fisted his hair, yanking hard as stars burst behind her eyes, thighs quivering around him.
She swallowed a moan. “Ashton… I can’t.”
“Why? Where are you?” His voice sharpened.
Rias’s resolve snapped. With a gasp, she yanked the phone away, thumb smashing the end call button.
She hurled it across the roomโit clattered against the wall, forgotten.
In the same frantic motion, her legs hooked around Romeo’s waist like vices, heels digging into his a+s to shove his fingers even deeper, grinding her dripping pussy onto his hand.
“Don’t stopโplease…” she begged, voice wrecked, head thrown back as her walls clenched greedily around him.
Romeo’s eyes blazed, free hand pinning her thigh wider. He pumped his fingers faster, thumb flicking her cli+ in brutal circles, stretching her slick cunt wide.
“That’s it, babyโf+k my fingers like the needy little girl you are,” He rasped, lips crashing to her throat, biting down.
“Ashton’s got nothing on this. Feel how you’re gushing for me? So f+king wet, clenching like you wanna milk me dry.”
“Please… please… more… I need more…” Rias whimpered, nails raking his scalp, hips rolling wildly to chase the building inferno.
Her br+sts heaved against his chest, n+ples hard peaks begging through her gown.
“Greedy girl,” He snarled, adding a third finger, scissoring them deep while the bases of his palm slapped her clit with every thrust.
“Beg louder, tell me how bad you need this fingers ruining you. If your boyfriend calls you again, I’ll let him hear you scream my name while I finger-f+k this tight p+sy to pieces.”
โRomeo…..Fuu+cckkk…!!โ Rias cried out.
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