Always Been You

~Dante’s POV~

Bloody Suzuki Industries! Mr. Suzuki’s demands are too high. The man fucking wants me to fly to Japan. Not only for the sake of the alliance but also because the man wishes for my wife and me to be guests at the wedding of his daughter. Thank God I could convince Lola to accompany me, which, of course, would be hell on earth. I have to fucking give a speech about marriage. Hell, I know nothing about marriage. My marriage is, well, I’m not sure if I have one. My marriage of five years hasn’t even gotten off the ground yet. I fucking know nothing about being married. Which is, of course, wonderful considering that my wife and I tried to run away from our feelings. I married the love of my life five years ago, yet the fucking marriage hasn’t started. Lola and I are back to square one if not zero. We are just at the beginning of our marriage. Hell, I haven’t enjoyed anything about this marriage. It’s as though ours was a fucking arranged marriage. The only thing that will always make me cherish her is my kids and my love, which I once took for granted.

Lola and I attended the damn wedding. At this very moment, I want nothing more than to finally put pen to paper and sign the damn contract. The man hasn’t mentioned anything about the contract to me. Now I’m here at this bar, chugging shot after shot, trying to quell the desire to demand sex from my wife because if I do, I’ll fucking reach a dead end, the end of the road. Now I’m trying to quell the desire to demand sex from my wife because if I do, I’ll fucking reach a dead end. The end, which is the last thing I need right now is to screw up my chances of getting together with her. On the dance floor, there was lively dancing going on. The bride and groom were not there. They appeared to be in a good mood, which was in stark contrast to the wedding that I had with Lola. When I married Lola, I was afraid of many things, one of which was my feelings for her, which I had spent a lot of time and effort trying to bury over the years. I was afraid that I would hurt her. I was terrified of myself; I didn’t have the confidence to rely on myself around her. My body has craved her since she was 16, but I told myself I would wait until she was 18. At the age of eighteen, her curves began to torment the living shit out of me, and her voice was like music in my ears. The way she licked her ice cream made me have drops of pre-cum. Hell, Lola has been a source of temptation for me ever since we first met. After a while, I stopped going to sleep at her house, but every morning I would wake up with her wrapped around my arms and her head resting on my chest. It was torture, pure torture to my horny self. I eventually stopped going to sleep there. There was no point in avoiding her because I would always end up waking up next to her, regardless of whether I was in my room or hers if I did so. The truth is that our love for one another was the root of our problems; it drove a wedge between us. Right now, she’s full of anger and wants nothing to do with me or my horny self.

Once more, I searched the fucking dance floor, but I couldn’t find Lola anywhere. She hadn’t arrived yet. This wedding reception is beginning to sap all of my energy, and I feel myself becoming more and more exhausted. I just want to go back home and try to get my shit together. I scanned around yet again, but there was still no sign of my wife or Haru Suzuki and his wife. I want to dance, but not with some chick, but with my wife. If I were to have the audacity to dance with another person, Lola might get the impression that I hadn’t changed, and then I might lose her and the kids. There is no way I will lose my family, especially my wife and my kids. This marriage has to work. When I turned to look around, I noticed Mr. Suzuki and his wife giggling together in a corner of the room. The bastard is lucky, while I am still trying to prove I am a better man.

“May you do me the honor, Mr. Monroe?”

Hell, fucking NO!

For as far back as I can remember, Haru Suzuki’s first daughter has been fixating her eyes on me. Since I’ve been here, the woman has been swarming after me like a flea on a dog’s back. She seems to be obsessed with me. I might be in Japan for her father, but I’m not here to entertain her now, am I?RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

“No, you may not.” She grimaced as she held out her hand to me in the air, waiting for me to take it. She retracted her hand slowly. I am saving my first dance for my wife.

“Mr. Monroe, that is not the proper way to treat a lady.” She did so while speaking with an accent that was traditionally Asian and pursing her lips. I am not here to babysit people’s feelings, am I?

“That’s not how you talk to a married man, Ms. Suzuki. There are a lot of men in the area, and some of them might be just dying to dance with you at that event. You can try them. Why should you choose a man who is already taken?”

“It’s just a dance, Dante.”

“Mr. Monroe, to you.” The words were difficult for her to swallow. This is how I speak to her since I have known her and her obsession with me. “I’m saving the first dance for my wife. Please excuse me.” I said as I led her away from my presence. Then I noticed that everyone’s eyes had turned towards the entrance, which was most likely the entrance of the bride and groom. I didn’t bother looking, but the sneer that Hinata Suzuki gave me was impossible to miss. Then I turned my head toward the entrance and was greeted by my lovely wife, wearing a cocktail dress in a lovely soft jade green color. The dress had a lace top that fell away into a very sexy silk mermaid-style dress with a high split up her thigh. I was immediately taken aback by her appearance.

Now that’s some yummilious food served for me, Mrs. Freaking Monroe. My ride or die.

As soon as she walked through the door, I couldn’t help but look in her direction. The beast inside of me began to stir, and I started walking toward her because I did not want anyone else to take her away from me. I gently clasped her delicate hand in mine and planted a passionate kiss on it.

“You look dangerously beautiful, Bunny.” When I call her Bunny, this name does something to her. I know; I just fucking know. She swallowed hard and blushed a bit.

“Thank you, Mr. Monroe.”

Mr. Monroe, am I her business partner or what?