Loyalty: Chapter 10
Lying on the neatly made hotel bed, Fuuko stared at the white ceiling. Her legs dangled at the ledge of the bed with thoughts scrambling across her mind of possible ways to contact Tokiya. Groaning, she flipped over and laid on her stomach, burying her head into the pillow.
"Why does it have to be so complicated..." she moaned into the pillow, "What to do?"
"I guess I'll have to pose as an entrepreneur for him to see me...since he probably doesn't want to see a Fuuko at the moment," she thought, clambering out of bed, walking towards the closet. Flipping through outfits like a file in a file cabinet, Fuuko flung out a black two-piece suit.
"This should be enough." She threw a pair of black strappy heels. Ambling to the bathroom, she washed her dye out, only to dye it again with maroon. Showering once again, she powdered her face with foundation, and dark red lipstick. She looked through her bag for a pair of green lenses. Plucking the contacts into her eyes, she slipped on her business skirt and blouse, strapping on her shoes. Neatly tying her hair into a tight bun, she strode out of the hotel like a new woman with a briefcase in hand. Once Fuuko arrived at Mikagami's business skyscraper, she threw on a pair of sunglasses, quickly walking into the building like she was a late employee.
"Excuse me ma'am, please show your identification card please," the security guard questioned her. Fuuko glanced around—nobody was in sight. With one quick hand, she hit his pressure point on his neck, causing him to immediately fall backwards, unconscious. She quickly dashed towards the elevator, pressing on button for the highest level, hoping that it would lead to Tokiya's office. The elevator's door opened as she walked out, realizing there was only one double door entrance that she could possible go through, she grinned.
"Good luck!" she thought, it must be Tokiya's office. Walking with confidence towards the door, she swung her hips side-to-side, swerving the double doors open only to meet in direct face with Tokiya.
"What are you doing here?" Tokiya questioned icily.
"I'm here to offer a business proposal."
"I'm not interested at the moment. Leave before I call security," Tokiya commanded waving his hand, turning around to walk back towards his desk, "I specifically cancelled all appointments today."
"It's a once in a lifetime proposal that you cannot reject, Mi-chan," Fuuko growled, flipping off her sunglasses. At the nickname's call, Tokiya froze in his footsteps.
"Fuuko. Why can't you just leave me alone?" Tokiya countered, turning around, glaring at her.
"Leave you alone? What the heck do you mean by that?"
"Don't play with me, Fuuko. We're not kids anymore," Tokiya retorted.
"Since when have I played with you?" Fuuko prompted incredulously.
"Lets count, shall we? You dumped me at our supposed wedding. Next thing I know, you're married to Kurei on national television. Not one word from you for two years of what happened. You come to me now, crying about lies and then we make love. Then, the following morning, I find you with Raiha, dressed inappropriately," Tokiya explained in a menacing manner. By this time, he stood right in front of Fuuko, towering her with his height and size, "I don't need you to toy with me, Kirisawa. You can go home and do it with your husband." Fuuko grinned, side-stepping him, strolling towards his leather-bound chair, plopping onto it.
"Don't get mad at me because you're jealous, Mi-chan," Fuuko smiled benevolently, "You know deep down inside, I wasn't lying about leaving you at the wedding. You're just bothered by the fact that Raiha's seen me with much or less anything on."
"What do you want?" Tokiya growled.
"Oh come out of the foul mood, Mi-chan. We're only mutual friends...besides, he needed to discuss some plans with me, which I intend to execute, with you of course," Fuuko beamed.
"What is the plan?"
"I need to return back to Japan tonight at 8:30 pm. Kurei's going to be checking up on me and of course, he will be escorting me back here. During that time, you must establish yourself as a politician of some sort, since you obviously have some sort of economic power, don't you?" Fuuko waved off the entire office, "Raiha will take care of the weaponry as you strike some sort of compromise between the two disgruntled diplomats and all will be swell."
"Fuuko, as always, you make everything seem too simple for its own good. How do you expect me to suddenly overnight, become a politician?"
"Pretend. You're good at that and money obviously isn't a question for your status in the business world. Hell, Tokiya, you don't need to become a politician. Just become a mediator between the two men. You're bright, use your wit."
"How do you suppose, I sneak into such a security bounded building and then present myself so openly in front of these diplomats?"
Fuuko sighed, "Use your status as an international economist! If they're politicians, they'll hear money. Especially from one who has so much." She began playing with the pen from his desk, crossing her legs. He stared at her legs for a while.
"Damn, I wish I was caressing those again," he thought. Fuuko abruptly stood up and began walking towards the door.
"I left you my cell phone number so we can debate this another time, as of now, I need to head back before I miss my flight," Fuuko stated, opening the door. However, before the door was actually opened, Tokiya had already shut it, pinning Fuuko against it. She felt his heavy breath on her.
"W-What are you doing, Tokiya?" Fuuko snarled trying to push him away but to no avail.
"This is punishment for running around naked." He roughly kissed her lips, holding her wrists against the door. Releasing her lips finally, he kissed her neck.
"I c-can't, Tokiya. I'll be late..." but she couldn't fight against his strength. Using one hand to hold both her wrists up, he used his other hand to unzip the front of her shirt, fondling her breasts that were bounded in her bra. Fuuko moaned, her strength to fight him off was lost. He let go of her wrists as he fumbled with her bra, throwing them off. He stripped her of her underwear as his hands roamed around her buttocks, kissing her passionately. Unzipping his pants, he let his aroused member free of its constraints. Tokiya moaned as it brushed on her thigh, making Fuuko shudder in anticipation. Waves of sensation coursed through her body as he entered her, holding up her weight with his arms, pushing against her the door as he bucked. Her legs instinctively encircled his waist while he suckled on her breasts, causing her to moan.
"Tokiya...To uh kiya...." The door rumbled from the activity on their side. Tokiya increased his thrust, pushing it all the way up, making notes of which areas he needed to press against to make Fuuko moan louder. Fuuko was in heaven as he grinded against her, weaving her fingers in his messy hair.
"Uh...Tokiya, I'm unh..." Fuuko orgasmed as Tokiya followed in pursuit with an inaudible groan.
"Fuuko..." he whispered as he brushed his lips against hers one last time. Fuuko wearily smiled.
"Tokiya, you've always been a quiet lover."
Lying on the neatly made hotel bed, Fuuko stared at the white ceiling. Her legs dangled at the ledge of the bed with thoughts scrambling across her mind of possible ways to contact Tokiya. Groaning, she flipped over and laid on her stomach, burying her head into the pillow.
"Why does it have to be so complicated..." she moaned into the pillow, "What to do?"
"I guess I'll have to pose as an entrepreneur for him to see me...since he probably doesn't want to see a Fuuko at the moment," she thought, clambering out of bed, walking towards the closet. Flipping through outfits like a file in a file cabinet, Fuuko flung out a black two-piece suit.
"This should be enough." She threw a pair of black strappy heels. Ambling to the bathroom, she washed her dye out, only to dye it again with maroon. Showering once again, she powdered her face with foundation, and dark red lipstick. She looked through her bag for a pair of green lenses. Plucking the contacts into her eyes, she slipped on her business skirt and blouse, strapping on her shoes. Neatly tying her hair into a tight bun, she strode out of the hotel like a new woman with a briefcase in hand. Once Fuuko arrived at Mikagami's business skyscraper, she threw on a pair of sunglasses, quickly walking into the building like she was a late employee.
"Excuse me ma'am, please show your identification card please," the security guard questioned her. Fuuko glanced around—nobody was in sight. With one quick hand, she hit his pressure point on his neck, causing him to immediately fall backwards, unconscious. She quickly dashed towards the elevator, pressing on button for the highest level, hoping that it would lead to Tokiya's office. The elevator's door opened as she walked out, realizing there was only one double door entrance that she could possible go through, she grinned.
"Good luck!" she thought, it must be Tokiya's office. Walking with confidence towards the door, she swung her hips side-to-side, swerving the double doors open only to meet in direct face with Tokiya.
"What are you doing here?" Tokiya questioned icily.
"I'm here to offer a business proposal."
"I'm not interested at the moment. Leave before I call security," Tokiya commanded waving his hand, turning around to walk back towards his desk, "I specifically cancelled all appointments today."
"It's a once in a lifetime proposal that you cannot reject, Mi-chan," Fuuko growled, flipping off her sunglasses. At the nickname's call, Tokiya froze in his footsteps.
"Fuuko. Why can't you just leave me alone?" Tokiya countered, turning around, glaring at her.
"Leave you alone? What the heck do you mean by that?"
"Don't play with me, Fuuko. We're not kids anymore," Tokiya retorted.
"Since when have I played with you?" Fuuko prompted incredulously.
"Lets count, shall we? You dumped me at our supposed wedding. Next thing I know, you're married to Kurei on national television. Not one word from you for two years of what happened. You come to me now, crying about lies and then we make love. Then, the following morning, I find you with Raiha, dressed inappropriately," Tokiya explained in a menacing manner. By this time, he stood right in front of Fuuko, towering her with his height and size, "I don't need you to toy with me, Kirisawa. You can go home and do it with your husband." Fuuko grinned, side-stepping him, strolling towards his leather-bound chair, plopping onto it.
"Don't get mad at me because you're jealous, Mi-chan," Fuuko smiled benevolently, "You know deep down inside, I wasn't lying about leaving you at the wedding. You're just bothered by the fact that Raiha's seen me with much or less anything on."
"What do you want?" Tokiya growled.
"Oh come out of the foul mood, Mi-chan. We're only mutual friends...besides, he needed to discuss some plans with me, which I intend to execute, with you of course," Fuuko beamed.
"What is the plan?"
"I need to return back to Japan tonight at 8:30 pm. Kurei's going to be checking up on me and of course, he will be escorting me back here. During that time, you must establish yourself as a politician of some sort, since you obviously have some sort of economic power, don't you?" Fuuko waved off the entire office, "Raiha will take care of the weaponry as you strike some sort of compromise between the two disgruntled diplomats and all will be swell."
"Fuuko, as always, you make everything seem too simple for its own good. How do you expect me to suddenly overnight, become a politician?"
"Pretend. You're good at that and money obviously isn't a question for your status in the business world. Hell, Tokiya, you don't need to become a politician. Just become a mediator between the two men. You're bright, use your wit."
"How do you suppose, I sneak into such a security bounded building and then present myself so openly in front of these diplomats?"
Fuuko sighed, "Use your status as an international economist! If they're politicians, they'll hear money. Especially from one who has so much." She began playing with the pen from his desk, crossing her legs. He stared at her legs for a while.
"Damn, I wish I was caressing those again," he thought. Fuuko abruptly stood up and began walking towards the door.
"I left you my cell phone number so we can debate this another time, as of now, I need to head back before I miss my flight," Fuuko stated, opening the door. However, before the door was actually opened, Tokiya had already shut it, pinning Fuuko against it. She felt his heavy breath on her.
"W-What are you doing, Tokiya?" Fuuko snarled trying to push him away but to no avail.
"This is punishment for running around naked." He roughly kissed her lips, holding her wrists against the door. Releasing her lips finally, he kissed her neck.
"I c-can't, Tokiya. I'll be late..." but she couldn't fight against his strength. Using one hand to hold both her wrists up, he used his other hand to unzip the front of her shirt, fondling her breasts that were bounded in her bra. Fuuko moaned, her strength to fight him off was lost. He let go of her wrists as he fumbled with her bra, throwing them off. He stripped her of her underwear as his hands roamed around her buttocks, kissing her passionately. Unzipping his pants, he let his aroused member free of its constraints. Tokiya moaned as it brushed on her thigh, making Fuuko shudder in anticipation. Waves of sensation coursed through her body as he entered her, holding up her weight with his arms, pushing against her the door as he bucked. Her legs instinctively encircled his waist while he suckled on her breasts, causing her to moan.
"Tokiya...To uh kiya...." The door rumbled from the activity on their side. Tokiya increased his thrust, pushing it all the way up, making notes of which areas he needed to press against to make Fuuko moan louder. Fuuko was in heaven as he grinded against her, weaving her fingers in his messy hair.
"Uh...Tokiya, I'm unh..." Fuuko orgasmed as Tokiya followed in pursuit with an inaudible groan.
"Fuuko..." he whispered as he brushed his lips against hers one last time. Fuuko wearily smiled.
"Tokiya, you've always been a quiet lover."