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What we have is a business arrangement. It can’t be anything else. Especially because I expect to benefit from the arrangement long before I give Takeshi and Shinji what they want.
I should feel guilty—a small piece of me does—but postponing a pregnancy for as long as I can hold out allows me to be front and center when I hammer the nail in Tomasso’s coffin. There’s nothing I want more than to watch his disbelief turn to horror when we meet for the last time. I will relish paying him a hundredfold for what he did to me and my father. My vengeance will manifest in rivers gushing with his blood and hills piled with his broken bones.
An image of Shinji’s disappointed face breaks the beautiful tapestry of blood and death I’ve painted, causing my chest toache. I need to focus on my goal and try to shake him from my thoughts. I can’t risk going soft for him or his husband.
But will they give me a choice?
CHAPTER 13
Shinji
Anticipation weaves through my bloodstream while I wait outside Katsuo’s office. His calendar shows an extended lunch, which means Takeshi and I will benefit from our boss’ inability to keep his hands off his wife. Portia is on her way up with my husband, and I can’t wait for the next two hours to slow down so I can spend quality alone time with Takeshi.
It is so easy for Lakeshia’s problems to consume us, but my relationship with Takeshi is as important as our individual relationships with Lakeshia. Have I mentioned we haven’t had sex since the first night with Lakeshia?
After a stable diet of dick three to six times a day, this recent drought has pushed me to the verge of my limits.
“Ane-san.” I greet Portia with a respectful bow as soon as she gets to Katsuo’s office door. Once she’s inside, I grab Takeshi’s elbow with an eager grin and steer him toward his cousin’s office. His perplexed frown has no effect on me, not when I’m this close to letting off steam.
I slam through Masanori’s door.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Masanori jumps from his chair, a fierce glower on his face.
Takeshi shrugs. “I’d like the answer to that question as well.”
Instead of answering, I stroll over to Masanori’s desk. He hurriedly turns off his monitor, but not before I glimpse photos of commercial kitchens. I file the interesting tidbit away for later.
“Why aren’t you off doing lawyerly things or bothering the little chef? You aren’t usually in your office at this time.” I pick up a stray business card off his desk, but he snatches it before I recognize the name of the business. The only word that popped out to me was realtor.
His reaction intrigues me, but not enough to sidetrack me from my primary concern.
“When I choose to be in my office isn’t your business.”
“Kori not working today?” I smirk in the face of his annoyance.
“Fuck… You.”
“Sorry, you’re not my type.”
“Why are you here?” Masanori asks with an exasperated huff.
I peek at Takeshi with a suggestive grin.
“You’re not serious.” Masanori pinches the bridge of his nose, closes his eyes, and loudly exhales. “Takeshi, tell me you don’t fuck each other in my office.”
“Have I ever lied to you?” my husband asks.
“No…”
“Then I won’t start now.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Does Katsuo know you fuck on the job?”
“I’m sure he does,” I say, my grin growing wider. “He seems to know me better than you do.”
“Well, find somewhere else to suck each other’s dicks. Unless you need legal advice, don’t come?—”
My snigger interrupts him, and his face reddens.
