Page 16 of Love on the Run

“Gomen-nasai” They bow repeatedly, apologizing, leaving the room.

Moments later, food is brought in. The clam and burdock soup is served. She barely touches it. Everything else is pushed around her plate. Finally, she slumps back in defeat. She turns over, facing away from the tv which has one of the hidden cameras I’m using to watch her. Engaging the other camera in the portrait on the wall beside the bed, I see tears running ceaselessly down her face, dampening the pillow, she rests her head. A dark spot grows from her tears as she cries silently.

“I know you are watching me.” I barely catch it. If I wasn’t listening so intently, I would’ve missed the low hushed words.

I don’t say anything. Waiting, knowing a tantrum is about to ensue. They are so rare, but she when she has them they are epic.

“What next, Akchiro? Is it my turn to be your prisoner for years? Locked up for some stupid ass petty vengeance? But you can’t even face me? Little ol’ me? You’re such a fucking coward.”

I’m up and out of my chair, opening the door to my office suite.

“Takeda-sama.” The doctor bows deeply. I pull the door closed behind me and wave for her to walk along the corridor with me.

“My son?” I don’t bother looking to see if she follows.

“Ahem, sir. Wouldn’t you prefer to have this information given in private? Though this vessel belongs to you, some wouldn’t hesitate to divulge this information.” She hurries to keep up with my stride.

“If they were so stupid to break their NDAs, then they deserve the death that follows. Now if you please.” I don’t bother to keep the annoyance from my tone.

“He is in excellent health, no longer term damage done by the trauma he endured. He should be right on track once he’s back into the family routine.”

“Arigato, doctor.” I continue walking, leaving her in the corridor.

“Oh,” I turn and thankfully she is still there. She bows, then waits for my question.

“How long?” She puzzles the question for a moment before her eyes flood with awareness.

“Ideally, I would suggest a month after more tests.” My gaze narrows hearing this.

“However, a week should do it if there are no complications.” I regard her for a long moment, wondering if she will be a problem. She’s been a private physician on call to the wealthy elite for over a decade. I’m sure she has seen worse, but maybeshe’s bought into all the positive press, always following my treacherous wife.

“Is there a problem, Doctor?” Asking in smooth a tone. One, if my brothers were to hear it, would say clearly indicates your limited time on this planet.

Already shaking her head, she whispers. “Ie, Takeda-sama.”

I turn from her, making a note to have her replaced as soon as we near a port close enough to have her safely take the helicopter.

Her whimpers are soft when I enter. Darkness shrouds the room. I see her shoulders stiffen the closer I approach the bed. I walk around to the side she’s facing. She’s curled in a fetal position.

I sit right where her bowed legs bend to make the half-moon shape. It’s purposeful. I want my body right where she clutches her empty belly. I almost smile, feeling the way her hands clutch there so hard they tremble. She thinks I have taken something precious from her. It would be no less than the deceitful little bitch deserves if I had taken everything from her. I still might.

“I know you’re not holding yourself like that because you think I had our child aborted because you know it is an impossibility. You knew it was an impossibility every time you allowed me to take you, knowing you had an IUD. You had me begging for a baby when you knew you cut that avenue off.” I let my words sink in, fuming in the silence.

“How long, Flower?”

More fucking silence. Rage rips through me and it takes everything thing to hold it back.

“Since my first check-up after Asa.” Bitter resignation sounds like ash on her lips.

My head snaps around. I regard her with what must look like horror. She rears back like she thinks I’m about to hit her.

I’m quicker. I have always been so much more quicker than her. Before she can scramble back, I snatch her under me, straddling her body with my legs on either side of her. She struggles. Good. Let her fight. Finally, after tense moments of biting, scratching, heaving, with me doing nothing, but holding her in a tight grip, she tires herself out. She settles. Stills. Silent tears stream down her face. I feel nothing but rage. No compassion. No mercy. Nothing but hot smoldering rage and now lust as I inhale her precious vanilla-rose scent.

The moment I take in the fragrance, I curse myself. I should have told the staff to only stock unscented items. I am so drawn to this scent. My dick hardens to a painful degree.

“Silence and fucking tears. Why?” I sneer down at her turned away face. “Who’s the coward now?” I grab her shoulders before I can stop myself from shaking her. “You did this. You did this. You did this,” I roar in her face.

I make myself let her go, rearing from the bed, punching the wall beside the bed, upturning the carefully arranged art and sculptures she and the interior designer chose for this suite.

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