How To Love Your Wife – Chapter 11&12

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HOW TO LOVE YOUR WIFE

How To Love Your Wife – Chapter 11&12

[𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 & 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ]

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆- 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍.

☆ 𝑶𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆. ☆

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⚠️ ‼️XX SCENES AHEAD ‼️⚠️
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[𝐊𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬]

Romeo stood at the dining table, unpacking the food he’d ordered on his way back home. The large front door clicked open, and Rias stepped in, her presence hitting him like a spark.

His eyes roamed over her—a s+y short red gown clinging to every curve, black heels to match, dark hair cascading over her shoulders.

“Good morning,” he said, voice low.

“Morning.” She smiled, sauntering over as he met her halfway, brushing a light peck on her cheek.

He pulled back, ever the gentleman, drawing out a chair for her. But her gaze snagged on the black roses at the counter nearby.

She drifted toward them, plucked the bouquet, and turned to face him.

“Rias…” His tone came out low.

“Hmm. I don’t like black flowers—you must know that, since you probably know everything about me.” She took slow, deliberate steps toward him.

He retreated a step, his back bumping the dining chair. She closed the distance, gazing up into his eyes, inches away.

“Who are these for?”

“Um…”

“Bianca?”

He bit his lip and nodded. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the flowers to the floor, the petals scattering like dark confetti.

“Those aren’t important anymore, are they?” She pouted, her fingers trailing to his shirt buttons.

One by one, she undid them, revealing the hard lines of his muscular chest. Her hands glided over his skin, caressing the ridges of his abs, sending heat racing through him.

He caught her wrists gently, but she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his neck.

“Rias, don’t do that.” He murmured, his voice husky.

“Who’s more important right now? You’re hurting me again.” She tilted her head, lips curving mischievously.

“Don’t compare yourself to Bianca. This isn’t a competition, Rias. She’s already gone.”

“I know… just wanted to make sure your attention is all mine.” Her fingers dug in lightly, possessive.

He chuckled, low and rough, pulling her flush against him. “Rias, you’re the only one who has it…”

She started to pull away toward the table, about to sit and dig into the food, but his hands gripped her waist, yanking her back onto his lap as he dropped into the chair.

She gasped, straddling him, the red gown riding up her thighs.

“What was that all about?” he demanded, his palms sliding up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts.

“I’m just… kinda jealous.” Her confession came out breathy, her hips shifting against him instinctively.

“You don’t have to be jealous of anyone,” He growled, nipping at her earlobe.

His hands tightened, grinding her closer, the heat between them building like fire. She arched into him, nails raking his bare shoulders.

_______

They stood on his upstairs balcony, they were done eating, glasses of wine in hand as they leaned against the barricade.

“Nancy told me that you actually mourned Binaca for 3½ years. Is that true?” She asked.

“I… don’t want to relive any painful memory, Rias. I’ve moved on, and don’t want to think of anything sad or heartbreaking.” He said.

“Do you still think of her? Be honest.” Rias asked, facing him.

Romeo sighed.

“Not in the way you think.” He said.

“But you still think of her.” Rias said lowly, you could notice the slight hurt in her voice.

“Bianca was a good person, moreover, she really went through a lot and I really wished she had more time to be happy. Although, I owe my life to her and I’m grateful. If she didn’t sacrifice her life for me, I would be the one in her place.”He said.

Rias listened attentively.

“Sometimes, I actually think of what it feels like, when air is knocked out of you. What it feels like when you’re on the verge of death. When you see your life flash right in your eyes.” He said lowly.

“I got really scared at the thought that I might actually die untimely and….it really scares the shit out of me.” He said.

“You… you’re scared?” Rias said in surprise.

“I’m human, aren’t I? Didn’t your grandpa tell you? Mom and I made up, we barely even argue these days and she’s been really happy.” He said, forcing a smile.

“I realized that I want to keep seeing her happy, my dad, my mom, Grandpa Rafael, Hunter and Sasha and even Riri. I don’t think I want to loose any of them or live with the idea of not seeing them again. I actually realized that a lot if people would be miserable if I die….”He said, and drank from his cup.

He looked at her.

“Would you be sad? If I die?” He asked.

“Stop talking about dying, Romeo. You’re scaring the shit out of me.” Rias said nervously, looking away from him.

“Anyways, I’m happy that you’re here with me. I hope you’re happy too.”He said.

She nodded.

“So, your boyfriend Ashton, he asked you out and you agreed to date him?” Romeo asked, his voice edged with something sharp.

“Yes,” Rias replied casually, sipping her wine.

“Were you in love with Ashton when you started dating?”

“Well, I was deeply into him, so it worked out pretty well.” She shrugged, a sly smile playing on her lips.

“We did a lot of crazy things too. It came naturally.”

His hand tightened around his glass, knuckles whitening.

“How much has he touched you?”

“What do you think? He is my boyfriend.” Her tone teased, challenging.

“I want to know.”

“Well, we’ve done everything you can imagine… everything you want to do to me.”

Romeo dropped his wine glass then snatched hers and let it shatter too.

“Can I be greedy?” He yanked her waist close, their bodies colliding.

“Why do you wanna get greedy?” she whispered, her lips brushing his.

“I don’t know.” He crashed his lips onto hers, kissing her deep and desperate.

She broke it, breathless.

“So, what are we?” He asked.

“What we are?”

“Yes. I want to know what I am in your life, Rias.”

She cupped his chin, kissing him hard, possessive. “You are mine, Romeo. As for what we are? You’re my big toy.”

His body went still. “Toy?”

“Got a problem with that?”

He swallowed hard, then grabbed her thighs, jerking her up to wrap around his waist. Their eyes locked, intense and burning.

His knees buckled under her gaze, stumbling forward until her back hit the wall with a soft thud.

He caged her there, her gown already hiked to her waist, fleshy thighs clamped tight around him, heat pooling where they pressed.

“I wanna be more than that, Rias,” he groaned into her neck, nipping the sensitive skin.

“What do you want to be to me?”

“More and more and more. I don’t care if you’re using me right now—I don’t care. Just do what you want with me. I just… I want you to love me again. I want to love you more.” His voice dropped low, raw.

A scorching heat flooded Rias, igniting every nerve as his hard body pinned hers to the cool wall—his chest crushing her breasts, hips grinding with urgent need, the thick ridge of him throbbing against her core through their clothes.

She could feel his heartbeat hammering into her, matching the wild pulse between her legs, her body aching, slick and ready.

“Look at me,” she commanded, voice sexy.

He lifted his head, messy hair falling over his lust-darkened eyes. She brushed it back tenderly, then claimed his mouth in a hot, devouring kiss.

Tongues tangled fiercely, hungry and unrelenting, hers sucking his lower lip, his teeth grazing hers as hands roamed, gripping, pulling, devouring.

Romeo groaned into her mouth, kicking the balcony door open without breaking stride.

Still carrying her, thighs locked around his waist, he stumbled inside, their kiss turning sloppy, desperate—lips slick, teeth clashing as her nails raked down his back under his shirt.

She ground against him with every step, the friction making her whimper, his hardness straining painfully against his pants.

He reached the first table in the dimly lit living room and dropped her onto it with a thud.

Rias sprawled back, gown bunched at her hips, legs parting instinctively as he stepped between them.

His hands shoved the fabric higher, exposing lace panties soaked through, while she yanked his shirt off his body, her palms sliding over his heated skin, tracing every ridge of muscle down to his belt.

“Rias… f+k,” He rasped, eyes black with need, dipping his head to drag his mouth along her throat, sucking hard enough to mark her.

His fingers hooked her panties aside, stroking her slick folds—teasing her cli+ with rough circles that made her arch off the table, gasping his name.

“Romeo….fu+uuccck!!”

She fisted his hair, pulling him up for another bruising kiss, her free hand fumbling his zipper open, freeing him into her grip.

She stroked him firm and slow, thumb swirling the tip—then froze, eyes widening in shock. Piercings glinted at the head, cool metal against her palm, sending a jolt straight to her core.

“Romeo… f+k, piercings?” she breathed against his lips, guiding him closer, the head of him nudging her entrance, both trembling on the edge.

But Romeo pulled back with a wicked grin, eyes locked on hers.

“Not yet, Rias. Right now, I’m all about you.” He dropped to his knees between her spread thighs, shoving her gown higher and ripping her soaked panties aside in one swift tug.

Her back hit the table flat as she sprawled out, breathless, legs draped over his shoulders.

His mouth descended like fire, hot tongue flicking her cli+ with expert precision, lapping slow then fast, savoring her taste.

Rias gasped, fingers twisting in his hair, hips bucking up as he sucked her swollen nub, two thick fingers sliding deep inside her, curling to hit that perfect spot.

He devoured her relentlessly, the wet sounds of his tongue mixing with her moans, table edges digging into her a+s as waves of pleasure built.

“F+k, Romeo—yes, right there,” she cried, thighs quivering, clamping his head closer.

He growled against her core, v+brations sending shocks through her, pumping his fingers faster, tongue swirling mercilessly until she shattered—back arching off the wood, pulsing around him in a gushing climax that left her trembling, stars bursting behind her eyes.

He rose slowly, lips glistening, kissing up her body as she panted, pulling him down for a lazy, satisfied clash of mouths, tasting herself on him.

“I love you….Rias.” He moaned.

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[𝐒𝐤𝐲’𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚]

Nancy lay on Sky’s bed, her mind drifting back to the clan.

She’d already tasked Danzo and Tiago with checking the port issues, and Martin was digging for any spies within their clan.

A deep sigh escaped her lips.

“That’s a deep sigh,” Sky said.

She rolled over to face him. He was scrolling on his tablet.

“What is it? You’ve been off since you got here.”

“I’m fine.” She forced a smile.

“You sure?” He set the tablet aside, eyes narrowing with concern.

“Yes.”

Sky paused. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“A guy’s bro’s girlfriend suddenly starts hitting on him, wants a full relationship—even though the guy’s already taken. What would you do if you were that guy’s girlfriend?”

Nancy’s brow furrowed. “So, she wants to cheat on her boyfriend with his friend?”

“Exactly.”

She thought for a moment, then gasped, bolting upright. “Sky!”

“Hmm?”

“Who’s trying to seduce you?”

“Seduce me? Nah, it’s just some random dude on Twitter.” He grinned casually.

Nancy’s eyes flashed. “Yeah, right. You can’t lie to me. Who’s that bitch? Huh? You’ve got the witch! I’m gonna tear her apart if she comes near you!”

Sky chuckled, pulling her into his arms. “Relax. I already shut her down.”

She shoved him back, sitting rigid, her voice rising with fury. “So it is you. Who’s the girl?”

“Nancy, it’s nothing.”

“Sky, it’s not nothing! Tell me who the bitch is!”

He leaned in and kissed her firmly. “It’s nothing to worry about.”

She pulled away, frowning deeply, her fists clenching the sheets.

“No one’s taking me away from you,” Sky murmured, stroking her arm.

“She’d better stay away, or I will kill her,” Nancy snarled, her voice low and venomous.

“Kill?” Sky raised an eyebrow.

“Not… literally kill,” she muttered, though her glare said otherwise.

He nodded slowly.

“I’m thirsty. Can you grab me water from downstairs? And some snacks?” She asked.

“Sure.” Sky stood and left the room.

The second the door clicked shut, Nancy snatched her phone and dialed Martin.

“Miss Nancy?” Martin’s voice crackled through.

“Some bitch is hitting on my boyfriend. Check his recent activities and everyone who’s been close to him. Find that slut.”

“Right away.” Martin hung up.

Nancy gripped the phone tighter, whispering to herself.

“You’d better pray for the Lord’s mercy, ’cause I will murder you.”

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[𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢’𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨]

Ginger flung open the door after the doorbell’s relentless chime pierced the quiet house.

It couldn’t be Levi—he knew the passcode, of course. Instead, Martin loomed on the porch.

“Martin?” she said, voice faltering.

“Hello.” His smile was a thin, forced slash.

“Um… Levi’s not here. He’s at the studio.”

“I know.” He shouldered past her without invitation. “I’ll wait here.”

She trailed him as he prowled the living room, hands clasped behind his back like he owned the place.

“You can’t just barge in here,” she protested.

He spun toward her. “Which one’s his room?”

Ginger’s eyes widened. “What do you mean, ‘which one’s his room’? Are you a stalker or something? I can’t just let you in there. Even if you’re his friend, I don’t know you.”

Martin closed the distance in two strides, towering over her. His fake warmth evaporated, replaced by a glacial stare that pinned her in place.

Inches away, his breath was hot on her face, voice dropping to a venomous whisper.

“I don’t give a shit about you. I asked a question. Which… one… is… his… room?”

Ginger swallowed hard, throat dry as sandpaper. She jerked her chin toward the stairs.

“That one.”

“Good girl.” He tapped her cheek with two fingers, then turned and stalked away.

Ginger stood frozen, her heart hammering in fear. What is wrong with that guy.

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Martin pushed Levi’s bedroom door open and stepped inside, the air thick with the faint scent of Levi’s cologne. The room was exactly how he’d imagined it: messy but curated, like a stage set between takes.

Framed photos covered one wall—Levi on stage, Levi laughing with fans, Levi mid‑jump at the pool. Shelves sagged under stacks of vinyl records and old awards, trophies collecting dust.

He walked slowly, fingers trailing over the edge of the desk, then the bedpost, as if touching Levi by proxy.

His gaze landed on the closet, slightly ajar, and he pulled it open. Inside hung rows of Levi’s clothes—hoodies, band tees, jackets.

Martin grabbed the nearest hoodie, buried his face in the fabric, and inhaled deeply, closing his eyes like he could pull Levi into the room that way.

Then he saw it.

Tucked between two frames on the dresser was a candid photo of Levi shirtless, water glistening on his chest and arms, hair slicked back from the pool.

Droplets clung to his collarbones, his abs faintly defined under the wet skin. Martin’s breath hitched.

“F+k… is he always this hot?” he muttered, voice rough.

He picked up the picture, thumb brushing over Levi’s face, then his chest. His pulse kicked up, heat crawling up his neck.

His mind spun with images he couldn’t shake off. The thought of Levi’s hands on him, his mouth close to his ear, his body pressed against his own, sent a dizzying rush through him.

Martin’s jaw tightened. He wanted to kiss him. He wanted to hold him so tightly Levi couldn’t breathe. He wanted to be the one Levi reached for when he was tired, scared, or lonely.

The wanting coiled inside him, sharp and relentless, until it felt less like desire and more like hunger. He quickly sat on the bed, the photo still in his hand as he looked at it.

His hand flew to his p+nts and he unhooked his belt, he zipped it down, rubbing himself slowly through his inner shorts.

“I want to kiss him, I want to hold him, I want to suck him, I want to f+k him, I want to be inside him. I want to….I want to do crazy things to him…. F+k..” Martin groaned, his eyes shut tightly.

The door flung opened and Levi barged in, breathing heavily. He drove in a flash when Ginger told him that Martin was here and in his room.

Levi froze in the doorway, heart slamming against his ribs. For a second the world narrowed to just Martin—sitting on his bed, holding that photo, looking at him like he’d been waiting forever.

The air between them crackled, and Levi felt himself soften at the edges, like he was melting under that gaze.

“What the… heck are you doing?” Levi rushed forward and snatched the picture from Martin’s hand, but Martin caught his wrist before he could pull away.

“Where is your girlfriend?” Martin asked, voice low and rough.

Levi swallowed, the sound of that voice sending a shiver down his spine.

“She… she just… left,” he managed, words stumbling over each other.

Martin yanked him down onto the bed, pinning him with his weight, eyes burning into his.

“Hey… what are you up to?” Levi whispered, breath hitching.

“I’m going crazy here….. don’t stop me, please, please, please…” Martin murmured, desperation lacing his tone.

Levi didn’t know when he nodded, but he did, a small, almost imperceptible movement that sealed his fate.

Martin crashed their lips together in a kiss that stole Levi’s breath. It was fierce and hungry, Martin’s hands roaming over his body, sliding under his shirt to trace the lines of his body.

Levi moaned into the kiss, words tumbling out in broken gasps, surrendering to the heat that consumed him.

Martin broke the kiss, looking down at Levi’s flushed face.

“Your face is hot,” he said, thumb brushing Levi’s cheek.

“Who’s fault do you think it is?” Levi breathed, chest heaving.

Martin held the hem of Levi’s pants and in a swift motion, he took down his pants and then held the hem of his boxer briefs and took it down as well, exposing Levi’s throbbing cock.

“Every part of you is so pretty,” Martin whispered, voice thick with emotion, hands still tangled in Levi’s shirt, heart pounding against his own.

“You can stop me now if you want,” Martin said, voice low and rough. “I won’t stop once I start.”

Levi bit his lip, pulse hammering in his throat. The air between them felt too thick to breathe.

“Levi…” Martin murmured, pulling him closer, one hand sliding down his side in a way that made Levi shiver.

“You’re making it… difficult for me,” Levi groaned, chest rising and falling fast as Martin held his c+k, stroking it ever so gently..

Martin lowered his face until their foreheads almost touched, eyes locked on Levi’s.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered.

“F+k… stop…” Levi breathed, but the word came out more like a plea than an order.

“You sure?” Martin asked, thumb brushing Levi’s jaw.

“No… no… don’t stop,” Levi whispered, the admission slipping out before he could catch it.

“Good boy,” Martin said softly, voice rough with emotion.

He leaned in, lips meeting Levi’s in a kiss that burned through every thought in his head.

Levi’s breath came in short, shaky bursts, fingers curling into Martin’s shirt.

His eyes rolled to the heat of his touch, the sound of his breathing, the way his name fell from Martin’s lips like a prayer.

“F+k…!!” He moaned as Martin’s lips wrapped around the head of his cock, licking the cap, then he went lower, swallowing his cock whole.

“Ahhh Shit.” Levi held Martin’s hair, his thighs shaking and Martin held them steady.

Martin sucked him harder, deeper, faster, taking him deep down his throat. Levi eyes was wide, the pleasure too much for him to handle.

At some point, Levi’s eyes slipped shut, tears pricking at the corners, not from pain, but from something deeper, something he couldn’t name.

“What is this feeling….gawwddd!!” Levi cried out.

His body trembled, caught between fear and surrender, between guilt and relief.

“Martin…” He gasped, voice breaking. “I’m…I think I’m going to…cuu+umm.”

Martin didn’t let him finish.

He held him tighter, grounding him, letting the moment stretch until Levi’s breathing slowed as he emptied his load into Martin’s mouth and Martin took it all.

When it was over, Levi lay there, chest heaving, mind blank, like he’d been emptied and refilled all at once.

Martin moved up beside him, thumb brushing a tear from Levi’s cheek.

“How do you feel?” he asked quietly.

“I… I feel… good,” Levi admitted, voice hoarse, tears still clinging to his lashes.

“I’ll go get you something to eat,” Martin said, brushing a strand of hair from Levi’s forehead. “You’re hungry, right?”

Levi nodded weakly.

“I’ll order. Be right back,” Martin said, pressing a soft kiss to his temple before slipping out of the room.

Levi stayed where he was, staring at the ceiling, heart still racing.

“What are you doing, Levi?” He asked himself.

He touched his lips, and to his surprise he was getting hard again just thinking of Martin’s lips on him.

” F+k…that felt so good.” Levi shut his eyes.

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[𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 – 5𝐩𝐦]

Hunter and Sasha lounged in the living room, the evening sun filtering through the curtains.

Sasha had just finished styling Riri’s hair and slipping into her favorite shoes, looking effortlessly put-together.

The door swung open, and little Riri’s face lit up. She bolted across the room straight into Romeo’s arms. “Uncle Romeo!”

He scooped her up with a grin, swinging her gently. “My little angel! Missed me?”

“Yes, I did!” Riri beamed, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Daddy said you’re taking me out?”

“You bet.” Romeo tickled her sides, drawing peals of giggles. “Where do you want to go?”

Riri thought for a second, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“I wanna go to the ice cream parlor first, the one with the rainbow sprinkles! Then the park to feed the ducks and swing on the big slide. And after that, can we can go to Disneyland !”

Romeo laughed, nodding enthusiastically. “Ice cream, ducks, swings, and Disneyland it is. All your picks, princess.”

From the couch, Hunter chimed in, his tone firm. “Curfew’s 7 p.m. max, Romeo. Bring her straight home after that, no detours.”

“Got it, bro. Home by seven sharp,” Romeo promised, giving Hunter a thumbs-up.

With Riri still in his arms, waving goodbye to her parents, they headed out the door, her laughter echoing down the hallway.

With the front door clicking shut behind Romeo and Riri, Hunter turned to Sasha, a mischievous spark in his eyes.

In one smooth motion, he scooped her up into his arms.

“Hey, put me down!” she laughed, swatting his chest lightly.

“No way,” he grinned, carrying her effortlessly up the stairs to their bedroom.

He set her down gently by the bathroom door, already running warm water into the tub for a relaxing soak.

Sasha raised an eyebrow, leaning against the sink. “What’s this about?”

He pulled her close, nuzzling her shoulder. “God, I missed you. Riri’s been stealing all your time lately.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, teasing. “Jealous of our own daughter? Here I was thinking about making another one.”

Hunter chuckled, shaking his head as he helped her slip off her shoes.

“No chance—Riri’s a handful already. I can’t imagine another brat taking your attention. No fucking way, we’re stopping at Riri. She’s all the adventure we need right now.”

“So, we doing this?” He asked pulling his shirt.

His shorts came next as he dropped it to the floor, getting into the tub.

“Come here.” He stretched his hand out.

She slipped her clothes off her body and took his hand. The cool water hit her as she leaned against him, her back pressed against his chest as his hand snaked around her and grabbed her b👀bs.

Her head laid back on his chest, as she looked up at him. She could already feel his hardness.

“You don’t know when to pull out, you know right? We did it once and I got pregnant.” She bit her lips.

“I’ll get you pills and I’ll use a condom too. No, I don’t want condoms, I like f+king you raw.” He said and kissed her lips deeply.

His hand moved to her waist lifting her lightly. He lowered her waist back down and she felt him moving into her slowly, until he was all in.

“F+k…” She m0@ned grinding against him.

“Don’t move.” He whispered in her ear, holding her body tightly as he began driving up into her core, hitting deep.

Sasha nestled against Hunter’s chest, her head tucked under his chin, while his arms encircled her like they never wanted to let go.

“Mmm, this is heaven, fuu+uccck.!” she whispered, her fingers dancing lightly over his submerged forearm.

He pressed a lingering kiss to her shoulder, his voice low and husky.

“You have no idea how much I’ve craved this in a while, you, right here, all mine.” His hand slid up to cup her cheek, turning her face to his for a deep, unhurried kiss.

She melted into it, her lips curving into a smile against his.

“Every time feels like the first with you,” Hunter replied, his thumb brushing her jaw.

Their eyes locked, as he moved faster, fucking her relentlessly.

Sasha turned around, his cock still buried inside her, now wrapping her legs around him, pulling herself impossibly closer and deeper.

“Don’t stop,” She breathed, lost in the heat of his gaze.

He smirked and grabbed her neck kissing her again.

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[𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝]

Disneyland buzzed with magic, colorful castles and twinkling lights weaving a dreamscape alive with laughter, carousel music, and the distant whoosh of roller coasters.

Romeo carried little Riri effortlessly on his hip, her tiny arms looped around his neck like a koala, her giggles bubbling up as they navigated the bustling Main Street.

She’d turned him into her personal plaything already—he had a fluffy pink cat-ear headband perched crookedly on his head, and a smattering of glittery star stickers dotting his cheeks and forehead like a badge of honor.

“Uncle Meo looks pretty now!” she’d declared earlier, pressing them on with chubby fingers, and he’d beamed, striking silly poses for her approval.

He loved every second, his tough-guy exterior melting into pure softness for his niece.

“What flavor, princess?” Romeo asked, setting her down gently but keeping a hand on her shoulder.

Riri pointed decisively at the strawberry scoop piled high with rainbow sprinkles. He ordered two, one massive for her, a smaller chocolate for himself handing hers over.

“Here you go, Riri,” he said, wiping a smudge of pink from her chin before it could drip.

She took a huge lick, eyes widening in delight, strawberry sweetness painting her smile as cold drips trailed down the cone onto his fingers.

He didn’t care, popping the sticky bits into his mouth with a wink.

They wandered on, Romeo hoisting her back up as she devoured her treat, her head resting contentedly on his shoulder.

“Having fun, angel?”

“The best!” Riri chirped, smearing a sprinkle on his nose. He crossed his eyes dramatically, making her dissolve into squeals.

Pausing near a souvenir stand glittering with toys and headbands, Romeo knelt to her level, cat ears flopping forward.

“Want anything else, cutie? More stickers? A wand?”

Riri’s eyes lit up, pointing toward the towering roller coaster in the distance, its cars screaming down loops amid thrilled shrieks.

“Roller coaster! Wanna go fast!”

Romeo’s face softened into a gentle smile, but he shook his head, thumb brushing her cheek tenderly.

“Not today, sweetheart. You’re too young for that wild ride, Hunter would chop my head off if I tried. But how about the carousel next? You can be a princess on a sparkly horse.”

She pouted for a split second, then brightened, hugging his neck tight.

“Okay, Uncle Meo.” As they strolled, her little voice piped up curiously. “Uncle Meo, when are you getting married?”

He blinked, nearly tripping over his own feet, a surprised laugh escaping. “What the—? Who taught you about marriage, little one?”

“Momma and Daddy are married,” Riri explained matter-of-factly, twirling a strand of his hair around her sticky finger. “I want a playmate. Like a cousin! Just like you and daddy..”

Romeo’s heart melted visibly, his eyes crinkling with affection as he squeezed her gently.

“Smart girl, huh? Don’t worry, you’ll get a playmate soon. Just pray everything goes smoothly for Uncle Meo, okay?”

“Okay!” She giggled, then gasped, pointing excitedly at a churro stand wafting cinnamon-sugar heaven.

“I want that food…!!!”

Romeo grinned wide, stickers sparkling in the sun.

“You got it, munchkin. Let’s go—churro time for my favorite girl.” He swung her up high, spinning her once to cheers, then carried her straight there.

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[𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐨 -9𝐩𝐦]

Ashton sat at the blackjack table in the VIP casino room. He played for fun. He bet two hundred dollars on the next hand.

The dealer dealt him a ten and a queen. He stood on twenty. The dealer showed a six, then busted.

Ashton won the hand. He collected his chips and bet three hundred on the next one.

A guy tapped his shoulder. Ashton looked up. It was a guard.

“She’s in the private room and wants to see you,” the guard said.

“Sure,” Ashton said.

He stood up and walked away immediately.

Ashton walked down the hallways until he got to the private room. The guard remained outside.

Ashton opened the door and walked in. He met her sitting on the bed, wine in hand.

“Ashton.. Ashton… Ashton.” She stood and walked closer to him.

“Seriously, why did we have to meet up here, Lin?” he said.

“C’mon, it’s so we can have privacy,” Lin said.

“Well, just like Mr Zhou wanted, I sent my men to hijack the cargo at the seaport and deliver it to your clients instead. That’s more money for your clan,” Ashton said.

He walked over to the bed stand to light a cigarette.

“Hmm. That’s great. At least our plans to ruin the Ryukai Operations are going smoothly. In no time, the Triads will take over their clan. They will never suspect us, the main reason for this alliance in the first place is to infiltrate them from inside.” Lin said.

“Yeah. And you’re all over Romeo because?” Ashton said.

“Well, I like him. He’s hot, charming. Heard he’s got a huge d+k too and I want a taste of it. But seriously, ughh, that guy is so difficult to deal with. It’s like nothing I do ever works,” Lin said.

“Why’s that? You have a history of getting the men you want,” He said and faced her.

“Well what do you know. Your stupid girlfriend is still on his goddamn mind,” Lin said.

“Whatever. Whatever you do, leave Rias out of your shit,” he said.

“Don’t tell me you love her?” Lin said.

She walked closer to him.

She dropped her wine and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I mean… Ashton doesn’t fall in love, or has he?” Lin said.

“I’m not in love with her. I simply want her and she’s mine. I plan on getting married to her though, then she’ll make my babies. F+k, her genes combined with mine is gonna be insane,” he said.

“So you want a baby making machine.” Lin said.

“You can say that. But I still want her, she’s too hot for me to let loose,” he said.

“Okay then, but at least, we can still have fun, right?” She pecked him.

“Of course we can,” he said.

Immediately, her head went to his belt, unbuckling it, freeing his c+k. His hand moved to her a+s, lifting her up as they headed towards the bed.

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