Jun tapped his foot on the floor as he listened to Emi talk. She’d been like this for more than twenty minutes and if it wasn’t for a reason Jun would have told her to screw off the minute he’d seen her face a few minutes earlier.
“I told you more than once that Japan isn’t worth staying in it. Seriously, look how the media are drooling over you like this just because of a casual fling with a work associate. They’re already marrying you two…”
Jun bit back the retort that Iori wasn’t his work associate. Damn these words were supposed to make Iori look and feel bad, but it was him who got tickled each time he heard them. Because he knew how easily they could turn from an accusation to reality.
Jun didn’t want to think about it. He didn’t want to think about how close to possible it was for his relationship with Iori to turn into merely work associates.
“I know that you have an image to
“What do you want me to do?” Emi asked eagerly as Jun leaned back taking one more sip from his glass.He should call it quit. He didn’t want to go back to Iori drunk. He’d been drinking nonstop for hours now. It should be catching up with him sometime soon.“You and Tohru are still in contact. I want you to lure him into doing something for me…” Jun told her.“What kind of things?”“Since he seems obsessed with my father and me. Why don’t you suggest a way to make him dell that kind of information… Perhaps to an interested party…”“You want him to sell information about you to a publisher?” Emi asked“Yes, that’s exactly what I want him to do…” Jun answered,“What if he decides to sell more things than what you’re willing to share?”“That’s why you’re there. I want you t
Iori was startled when the door keys started beeping. She hadn’t expected Jun to be back for another few hours. She heard the door opening and headed for it to greet him. Jun was leaning against the door his face gushed and his clothes wet from the rain.“I’m home,” he said with a delirious smile making Iori wonder just how drunk he was. She had never seen Jun drunk before.They drank together often especially after a deadline, but he had never gotten drunk. His alcohol tolerance was usually high.“Welcome home. You’re drenched, come in and change out of your clothes before you catch a cold.” Iori told him as she walked toward him.As soon as she got close to him, close enough to reach out for him. He grabbed her around the waist pulling her into him and burying his face into her neck and sighing deeply.“Hey, Jun. Is everything okay?” Iori asked him patting his back.“Everything is
It’s been two hours and Jun’s fever wasn’t going down. Iori wiped away the sweat running down his forehead with a cool towel and sighed. If this goes on like this, she was going to have to take him to the hospital.Iori didn’t know if it was tiredness or the amount of alcohol he consumed but he had been out cold all this time. Not even stirring as the fever ravaged his body. Iori tried to get as much water and fluids into him as well as medicine, but still, his temperature wasn’t showing any sign of going down.Iori went to stand up to change the towel and see if she would find something to bring his body temperature down. But a strong hand grabbed her hand not letting her go.She turned around to find Jun looking at her with half opened eyes,“Where are you going? Stay with me…” He whispered“I’m just going to change the towel and find something to bring down your fever,” Iori said
Jun opened his eyes as soon as he heard the found of the apartment door closing down. The lingering touch of her lips against his and her soft whispered words were like a brand on his mind. Like the remainder of a sweet breeze that was gone as soon as it came leaving him with just a little whiff of the heavenly smell, Iori’s lingering presence by his side was an achng memory that left him with longing every time he turned around and never found her.Jun sat down on the bed his body aching and his head feeling like cotton. Damn him and his drunkard backside. He had been planning to talk to Iori, what was he thinking by drinking as much as he did. He couldn’t even get a single coherent Idea in his head after that much. Not to mention that she showed her an uncool side of himself.Rubbing his face in frustration, looked down at himself. His clothes were changed and he was clean even after running a fever all night. She must have cleaned and changed him too. He
Iori parked the car in front of her brother’s apartment complex and texted him. Haruki would be down within at least fifteen minutes, although he was a lawyer he always managed to be late, Iori didn’t know how he pulled things off with his profession, but, the man was almost always late. Except in court.Iori settled back for the wait, turning on the music and hyping the AC up. It was cold especially since it rained last night and the morning rays had still to shine bright enough to dissipate the chill that still clung to the air.She pulled her tablet out and started organizing what she was going to need when she got back. It was going to be hectic once they got there, Iori could already picture the long days awaiting her.She was getting into her work when she heard a knock on her window. Thinking it was her brother, she smiled turning toward him only for her smile to freeze midway. The person peering at her through the window wasn’t her brot
“Make sure to prepare a special breakfast for uncle Tachiro. He doesn’t eat salt anymore due to his blood pressure,” Iori ordered the cook of their household who was writing down her instructions to the letter.“Father can’t have coffee anymore too, so it’s going to be tea for him. And Asame-san doesn’t like bitter things so make sure that she has orange juice,”“Understood, Iori-sama,” Said the cook smiling at her, “It’s amazing how you still have so many details after so many years had passed.”“It’s only normal,” Iori responded with a smile, “Those things had been ingrained in me. I can’t forget then that easily,” She commented,“Besides, Nanami-san had been of a great help. She sent me so many details about anything that might have changed, She saved my life!”“I have never seen Nanami-san get along with anyo
“Iori! Look at you back at being the true first daughter of our household! This sigh brings tears to my eyes!” He uncle said loudly as he patted her shoulders laughing out loud as if there wasn’t enough noise and the atmosphere needed him to liven it up.In reality, it did need him to liven things up. Iori couldn’t think of family meals without her great uncle’s booming laughter shaking them up every now and then,“Uncle, I don’t think it’s seeing me that’s bringing you to tear, it think it’s the alcohol” Iori commented with a wry smile, “What are you doing drinking this early in the morning?” She asked him and he grumbled under his breath.“You’re starting to sound more and more like my sister,” He complained, “Let me live while I can, that old woman is coming today and I’m not going to get any piece of mind until she leaves again,”&ld
Iori sat down on her desk inside her room and took her tablet out. She only had about an hour before they called for her again to take care of the preparations. She needed to hurry up and read the report before then.Entering the email app, she tapped on her brother’s email ignoring everything else. She would skim over it until she could find what she was looking for.The report quickly showed up on her screen and along with it the crashing truth of what she had been denying since this morning.Jun Kamikoi, 28 years old, a writer. Real name, Jun Hiiragi. Changed around the time he came back from the state around five years ago.Hiiragi… Jun Hiiragi… How strange… It sounded foreign and tasted bitter on her tongue. As if her mouth found it difficult to say the name…Iori leaned back on her chair her eyes welling up with tears. So, it was true. Jun was the president’s son…Iori waited for the anger