Page 67 of Pragma
He sighs for a moment. “Mr. Boss…all of you don’t have good reputations around the organization.”
Tell me something I don’t know.
“You execute every job thekumichogives you as you see fit—which most of the time is messier than it should be. But I like it, I like your crew, and respect you and Mr. Boss. So I won’t tell the big boss unless it interferes with the job.”
I fist my hands. Is he telling the truth? I should remind him why he needs to keep his mouth shut. “If you do tattle to anyone, I’ll rip your tongue out and make you swallow it.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, boss,” he salutes me.
“Expect worse from Akira-san. Much worse,” I growl.
He swallows and nods. This should do for now. Fuck Masa’s observation skills! He’s a damn thug, aren’t they all as dumb as a mail box in movies?
I can’t do anything about it for now, but this is just another reason to back off. It’s like the universe is showing the way to go.
I tell Masa to get Soma and wait downstairs, then I walk to Aki’s office. Trevor is at his desk, and he lets me know the wakagashira is huffing and puffing on the throne of doom. Fuck, who is he mentally torturing now?
My phone beeps. I receive the text with Aki’s date details, and when I see the name of the person he needs to meet I frown. What the fuck is going on? What is thekumichothinking? Without pondering on the matter too hard, I send a text to Yuna and Karin in the chat, asking them to join us at the meeting place for the date, and then to my brother. I have to wait only a few seconds before I get a reply from him.
I will my emotions to calm down and my body to relax before entering the grudge…room—or whatever he calls the place with that weird armchair.
His intense eyes find mine straight away. He looks unfazed—elbow on the armrest, cheek against his palm, legs crossed—but I know better. There’s a dangerous vibe coming from under the expensive light blue suit he’s wearing. It emphasizes the leanness of his body and the paleness of his skin. He changed his hair. The tips are aquamarine now.
He studies my face, then tsks. “What did she say to you?”
Nothing I didn’t know already. “You’ve been postponing meeting your next candidate.” My voice is flat and void of any emotion.
“Aren’t you going to ask me why?” His index finger strokes his lips, reminding me how voraciously they sucked the crown of my cock to milk more cum out of it yesterday.
I want to ask so damn much, but if either the cause of his hesitation is me or something else entirely, it’d hurt me in equal agonizing measure since I already made a decision regarding us.
“I’m not supposed to question mywakagashira.I’m only a servant.”
“My right hand,” he counters.
“A lackey,” I remind him of his teasing words.
“My lover.” He springs up from the armchair with a warring expression, while I keep my position near the door.His lover. It spreads a burning warmth inside my chest that I need to cool down.
“A lowly bodyguard.”
His nostrils flare. “Are you fucking serious? Would a bodyguard fuck his boss in the ass until he passes out from exhaustion and keep nailing him, even unconscious?”
I let out a growl because Jesus Christ! He-he told me to keep giving it to him even if he blacked out. He said the thought of waking up with me using him for my pleasure excited him. And he was right. It was so damn fucking hot. My dick twitches inside my boxer briefs at the memory.
No!
“Kumichowants?—”
“I don’t fucking care what she wants! I only care what I want,” he snaps, stalking slowly toward me. Telling me with his gaze exactly what he wants. Me.
“You want agaijinwho can’t do anything for you. Who can’t change how things are?” I bark. I’m panting now that he’s close to me.
“Change is nature, River.”
“Yes. You know better than anyone.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he hisses.
