“When are you going to end him?” Toru asks as we stride into my office.
“I haven’t decided.” I text Mei a quick “I love you and miss you.” She responds with a smiling cat face and then a heart.
“Might want to make it soon and put him out of his misery.” Toru snorts a laugh.
I pour two drinks. “After the wedding, we’ll handle business. Until then, let’s celebrate.” I hand him a glass. “To my bride.”
“To you finally settling down and starting a family.” He gives a wry smile then drains his glass.
“You better watch your tone.” I clap him on the shoulder. “Or Cupid might hear you and come after you next.”
“Never.” He pours himself another drink as I sit and text Mei again. “Done yet?”
“On the way back. And I got some extra fun things for under my kimono.”
I groan and sit back in my chair. My little rebel. I can’t wait to see what she’s cooked up for our wedding night. All I know for sure is that I’m a lucky, lucky man.
22
Mei
“Thank you for everything.” I give Brigitte a hug and kiss on the cheek. When I called her in a panic to find out what I needed for our last-second wedding, she told me not to worry. That she would have it handled. I wasn’t sure she’d be able to pull it off, but she more than came through. I couldn’t be happier.
“It was my pleasure. I’ll be there first thing in the morning to help you get into the dresses.”
“You’ll stay for the wedding and reception?” I ask. I’ve enjoyed hanging out with Brigitte and could see us easily becoming friends. That’s not something I’ve ever had before. It’s nice to finally experience it. My life here is going to be so different. I can already see that.
“I would love to.” She kisses me on the cheek before I head out of the dress shop. Three blacked-out SUVs are waiting for me. One of Kazuo’s men opens the back door to the one in the middle for me to slide into before we take off toward home.
My Kazuo is not messing around when it comes to security. I don’t leave the estate without a fleet of armed guards around me. It seems a bit like overkill, but I’m not going to question it for now. Not with everything that’s going on with the Itos. I know having me protected puts Kazuo at ease. Besides, my mind is on a bigger issue at the moment. My father. He should be landing at any moment. That means I won’t have too much time with my fiancé before my father is here.
I wonder how Kazuo will be in his presence. He usually can’t keep his hands off me even when his men are around. I’m curious to see if he will be different when my father is in the room. I’m sure my father isn’t going to love that Kazuo and I are sharing a bedroom before being wed, but maybe I’m wrong. He was the one that sent me to Kazuo, so his old school ways might be changing.
As soon as the SUV rolls to a stop at the front of the house, I leap out. I can’t wait another second to see my Kazuo. I’m not used to being away from him for long periods of time, though I had to put my foot down about him seeing me in my wedding kimono before the ceremony.
“Mei, wait!” One of the guards calls after me.
“We’re inside the gate!” I shout back before I fling open the front door, almost hitting Kazuo on in the process. He was coming to meet me. Of course he was.
“Are you giving them a hard time, little rebel?”
“Never.” I jump into Kazuo’s arms. He catches me easily, his hands gripping my ass. “I only give you a hard time,” I say before I kiss him. “Take me upstairs,” I demand. “We don’t have much time.”
“You think you’re in charge?” He nips at my bottom lip.
“When it comes to getting my way, I do.” I smirk, but he doesn’t take me upstairs. Instead, he carries me toward his office.
“Out,” he orders Toru, who shakes his head at us, but I see him hiding his smile. Kazuo kicks the door closed behind us, carrying me over to the sofa. He sets me down. I scramble to my knees and go for his belt. “Greedy. Does shopping for dresses turn you on?”
“Thinking about our wedding night does.” I reach into his slacks and pull his cock out.
“Little rebel,” he warns.
“What?” I huff. “You never let me. I want to.” I peek up at him through my lashes. He runs his fingers through my hair before he grips a fistful.
“Open your mouth,” he orders.
I do as I’m told, opening wide for him. Slowly he guides his cock to my lips. He never lets me do this, always wanting inside of me more than anything. But this time, I want to taste him.