Page 29 of My Sweet Psycho

I quickly looked at the road before I glanced at her again.

“Why are you crying?” I asked genuinely confused and worried because we only had a few short weeks before the wedding.

She began to rub her nose and shook her head.

“I keep picturing you as a little boy and your father being…nasty to you,” she said, hesitating before she continued. “Any spirit your mum might have had is gone. It makes me feel so sad.”

I glanced back at the road and remained silent as I processed her words. I spent the month and a half tracking her daily routine, utilising her social media platforms to uncover her past, present and future aspirations. I missed how mature her soul was for her age. With each passing day, she became a vital part of my life. It was why I was so desperate for our wedding to happen as quickly as possible.

No one had ever called my Dad out for his poor behaviour since he usually hid his malicious side from society. Yet Nari saw past his grandiose outer layer into the dark depth of his soul. My father would either come home from work either happy or livid and we never knew which version we would get each day. She was right, any spirit my mother had left in her was beaten out of her.

“It’s all in the past now,Aein,” I said quietly, but the dark side of me wondered what I was capable of if Nari ever tried to leave me.

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When my office door burst open I was about to tear into whoever disturbed me until I saw Nari literally skip across my office. I flung my pen down and stood up.

“Didn't you have class today?”

“I did, but it was cancelled. Apparently, my professor has been arrested, but there is a rumour that he was in a car accident and he’s in hospital. The faculty isn't saying a word,” she said bursting with morbid excitement. “It couldn't have happened to a nicer person.”

I hid my grin in her face as I hugged her. She nestled her head on me and put her arms around my waist.

“I’m going to the supermarket, then home to make us some dinner,” she said but her words were muffled against my chest.

“Why?” I asked as I pulled back to see her face. “We usually order out.”

“Exactly, I got some of my parent’s favourite recipes,” she said with a bright smile.

I paused at her words.

“Your Dad can cook?” I asked unable to help the disgruntled tone that came out.

Why was I always competing against her father?

“Why don't I come with you and you can show me?” I said as I let go of her to reach for my suit jacket.

“No, we can do that another day. I want to do this for you. You always do everything for me the least I can do is attempt to create a decent home-cooked meal,” she said before she glanced at the clock on the wall. “You will be done in a few hours.”

I’d rather be with her than in my office but I also needed to complete my bid for the final project before we got married.

She walked over and stood up on her tip-toes to kiss me. I placed my hand on her back and one tangled into her hair as I took over and kissed her thoroughly. My eyes closed as I tasted a hint of sweetness mixed in with mint. Her soft sigh as she melted into my body made my dick begin to harden and I delved deeper needing more.

I had two weeks left until I could fuck her exactly how we both wanted. Ever since meeting with my father, it had a positive effect on Nari. She was much more affectionate and open with me. If my father knew his cuntish behaviour benefitted me he would have another fit.

I pulled back slightly to see Nari’s eyes were closed and I kissed her parted lips softly before reluctantly releasing her head. Her hands clutched my shirt and when she opened her eyes I smiled at the dark desire I saw in them. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were pink and puffy. I pried her hands away and reached for my phone.

“Jason will take you to get the groceries, and take you home,” I said as she took the time to compose herself.

She opened her mouth and I narrowed my eyes on her until she closed her mouth and nodded.

It irked me that she refused to take any of my cards for payment, but since I had access to her bank account details I deposited some funds in there. I didn't see what the fuss was considering we only had two weeks left until we were married. She sighed and stuck her lower lip out.

“I suppose I will see you tonight,” she said morosely.

“Baby, you were the one who convinced me to stay,” I said, trying not to smile.

“I know, and I’m regretting it now. Thanks for the ride,” she said half-heartedly.

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