Reality

After three weeks in Thailand, we flew to Japan. I own a hotel chain around the world, and we stayed at one of my properties during our visit to the country. Simone is well-versed in the culture, food, people, and even language. I improved my observation skills with her, and I even jotted down some key points to help me understand and read her movements. I assigned one of my men to conduct a background check on her and report the results to me discreetly. My obsession with her grows stronger by the day. I used to believe that Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OLD) was a myth, but now I'm not so sure.

My business associate invited me to his party. I told Simone to get ready for the party and was about to order her dress, but she said she would buy it herself. I handed her my credit card, and she raised her brows and sighed. I gave her a frown. I went through her belongings and discovered that she has a lot of cash and a few of the same credit cards as me. She accepted it regardless, but I doubt she will use it. I'll look into it first before taking any action. I requested that John accompany her.

John told me that he accompanied her on the shinkansen (bullet train) to the Tohuko region. What the fuck is she doing in that remote location? I told John to stay with her at all times and to keep me updated on everything. He sent me photos he took, the majority of which were candid. She was breathtaking. She entered one of the samurai houses in the district's northern part. Among the photos he sent was one of her conversing with a man dressed in traditional attire.

They went to the southern part of town to pick up a package from the merchant's family. She informed John that it was her dress. What the hell is going on? She purchased her dress hundreds of miles away when she could have purchased it in Tokyo.

Her oddity was giving me some goosebumps.

My jaw dropped when I saw her in the Akita dress; gorgeous was an understatement. She wore a long maxi skirt with cream sequin kimono sleeves, a deep V-neckline, and all-over embellishment. From where I am, I can see her cleavage. I frowned, expecting men to swoon over her tonight, but she is mine. I'll make a declaration of ownership to them. Her ponytail was high, tight, and plush, and she wore nude makeup and peach lipstick.

I kissed her on the lips; she smelled so good. We arrived at the party, and Mr. Yamata and his wife ushered us inside. They were a nice and reserved couple. I saw some of my associates and affiliates. I introduced Simone to them, and Mr. Hakinawa greeted her. "Hello, Ms. Lane," he said.

We were discussing business when Simone interrupted us. "I want to speak with your godfather," she said solemnly. Mr. Hakinawa was taken aback. "Tell him I want his gift right now," she said bossily.

What the fuck is going on here? What is the name of the godfather? Mr. Hakinawa excused himself to make a phone call, and his confidence shifted.

"The godfather is the big boss, the leader of the Yakuza or their Oyabon. Mr. Hakinawa was just a subordinate; he already had yubitzume, or finger shortening, in his little finger. It's their twisted way of punishing their members and gifting the severed finger to their boss." She explained it like she was telling me about an ordinary event. Am I doing business with the Yakuza now? I said to myself. "The Yakuza and Mafia have legal business fronts, you know that," she said like she had read my mind.

I was thinking about her words and actions when a man in his sixties approached her and said, "Nice to see you again." Shimi, you are still far more beautiful than our cherry blossoms. Hello there! Camwell, I'm afraid I wasn't able to meet you last time; I am Takashi Shinoda," he said, extending his right hand, which I accepted.

I recognized one of his men in John's photograph; he spoke to her in Akita. Mr. Shinoda looked at Mr. Hakinawa, who handed her the bronze box right away. Mr. Shinoda and his cronies bowed. "Please accept my gift as a token of my heartfelt gratitude," Takashi Shinoda said, as if they'd known each other for a long time and had been through difficult times together. She bowed and accepted the present.

What the hell is going on? If this is her reality, I have to accept it if she is to stay with me. Mr. Shinoda was a traditionalist, direct, reserved, and dangerous. Talking business with him is notable; his perception was conventional, but he embraced innovation mixed with tradition.

He believed that in order to neutralize the outcome and avoid overachievement, innovations should consider nature and culture. The beautiful lady next to me made the party more productive. John was in charge of driving the limo to the hotel. Inside the bronze box was a Japanese knife for throwing and stabbing, or kunai, with intricate embellishment.

"Are you going to use it on me, love?" I was amused. "Why should I give it to you?" She inquired as she examined it. "Maybe out of jealousy, like when you see me kissing another woman." She frowned at me and said, "I don't feel the jealousy you were talking about." I frowned. "What do you mean, woman? Do you mind if I kiss another woman?"

She replied, "We don't have any agreement at all; we fucked and enjoyed our moments together. I don't have the right to be angry at you for whatever you chose to do. On the other hand, I can choose to leave you when I don't like the situation anymore."

What the hell is going on? "I will give you the right to be angry with me, princess, but in return, I don't want other men touching you; you are mine, and you will not leave me," I stated firmly. "You can't decide on that," she stated. I told myself, "I'll do anything and everything under the sun to keep you with me."

She was hungry, and from what I saw at the buffet, she didn't like raw food, which was present in the majority of their dishes. She went to the refrigerator to get an apple, strawberries, and grapes. When I asked if she wanted to order food, she simply shook her head.

My cock jumped to life when I saw her in her gown, eating grapes. I wanted to f*ck her right now. I kissed her, slid my hands under her gown's deep V-neck bodice, and kneaded her breasts. Damn! I need her right now! She sighed softly. In her mouth, I can taste apple, strawberry, and grape. I undressed her and placed her naked on the dining table, wearing only her pink stiletto heels.

I took some grapes from the fridge, approached her, and squeezed the grapes in her mouth, but not exactly; the juice ran down her neck, I squeezed some on her breasts, and the coolness of the juice hardened her nipples. "Open your legs up wide, baby," I said hoarsely. She opened her legs as wide as she could. Fuck! I can see her clitoriss and vulva inside. My breath became short. I squeezed the juice into her waiting honeypot. She moaned when she felt the coldness of the juice.

She was like a delectable dinner at the dining table; I don't mind if I practice gluttony now.

"What do you want me to do now, baby? She whimpered with her short breath.

"Eat me now."

I kissed her and licked and lapped the juice in her lips and her jaw. My mouth traveled down to her neck, with only my mouth working. She whimpered like a cat when my mouth closed; her nipple began to suckle and lick the juice. I alternately sucked and licked her breasts, leaving nothing—not even a trace of grape juice. My mouth tasted her, mixed with the sweet taste of the grape juice.

Please don't stop. Suck and lick me there," she begged.

I'm on the verge of going insane. "Don't leave me, princess." I lapped, sucked, and flicked her clit like a thirsty man who stayed in the desert and finally tasted liquid after a long thirst. She mewled in agony and climaxed in my mouth as I continued to lap her until her toes curled with sensation. Her eyes were still blazing with passion as she looked at me. I grabbed her legs and slid my shaft inside her.

"I will fuck no one, baby; all of me is only for you," I said between my ragged breaths.

Her legs automatically caught my shoulder as support and pushed me roughly. The slapping of our skin and our moans can be heard in the kitchen. She screamed when we came together in unison as I drove faster until her body shook. "You are mine, love." He kissed her and carried her to our bedroom.