His Plan, My Execution

Chapter 10: The light.

It's been a month or so since our wedding. I try to fulfill my duties the best I can but he still has the upper hand. I know this is his house and his people but.... Some of them... Make me feel alert.

He is not a bad husband though. He always makes sure that I have everything I need and even helps with my preparations to strike. He is not loving but I don't expect him to. We respect one another. That's what matters. 

We found out whereabouts of the two men. The third one is hard to find. It is like he perished from this world completely. 

I look at myself in the mirror. I have a red silk dress with loose neckline and open back. Slit on the side to show my leg from time to time, black heels, waved pinned up hair, black purse, black dimonds as jewlerry. My make up is my everyday-to-go: black eyeliner, mascara and red lipstick matching my dress.

I am satisfied with my look. Ryu-san has a black tuxedo with red tie and mathich rose in his front pocket.

You migh wonder why we are so dtessed up. We are going as 'loving, married couple' to a charity party. BUT. Unofficially we are going there to inspect on my target; Fumihiro Natsu. He is the captain of the trio. I want to see who he claims himself to be when he doesn't r**e, kill and torture in his free time. We are also going there to present me to Ryu-san's family. I am nervous but more shocked by the fact he has a family and learnt about it a week ago. By the tone of his voice he doesn't like them and knowing him so far... I suspect there is a reason to it.

~~Car Ride~~

It is a silent car ride. I try not to make a conversation if not necessary. I just look at the view passing in the window. But of course my mind has to bug itself with questions.

Why me? What am I to him? Am I just a tool to let him f**k me give him an heir and that's it?

I nearly forgot... Haaah... I can feel my period coming soon as I start to have slight contractions, my breasts are swollen and hurt, I am irritated, acne breaking on my skin and crave sweets. Like I could kill for Chocolate Fudge Cake. But... I am not sure what to expect of him. Should I be excited or nervous... Or both? Will he be gentle or just f**k me and forget about me?......... Yeah probably the second.

I must admit. I am charmed by him. He is a handsome man with manners. 

I feel sparks and my skin turns hot when he touches me, I am out of breath and weak on the knees...GOD! I must be really sexually frustrated... 

As I sigh I start to look at him. His sharp face features, striking blue eyes that are even brighter in the sun (like my father's), dark silky hair that seem soft to the touch and fall on his face when he looks down. Plumpy lips, straight nose. And some small scars showing his tough past. 

I have no idea what my eyes betrey. Admiration? Lust? Confusion? But it made him look my way. 

He slowly turns his face then gaze to meet mine. His eyes and face hold feelings that I can't quite catch. I am too blinded by the bright light radiating from behind him. He's opening his mouth to say something but I feel a sudden jigger and light in my chair. Like I am flying. Then a taste of sweetness, iron and cipper hit my tastebuds. Maybe that light wasn't normal? Maybe it is a dream?