Kurapika x Reader One-Shot Collection - Chapter 58: Chapter 58

My heels clap against the tile floor as I walk down the long hallway to the president's office. I clutch my handbag. I don't remember being this nervous for a job interview before.
I stop, turning my head left and right. My eyes search until I find a door with a gold plate on it.
Kurapika Kurta
I knock lightly on his door.
"Come in," he says.
I turn the doorknob and push the door open. He's sitting behind a mahogany desk. I walk across the hardwood floor. He takes his eyes off his computer screen to greet me. The corners of his mouth move upward into a smile. It almost reaches his eyes.
"Please. Have a seat." He stands up and extends his arm toward me. "(Y/N) (L/N). Am I correct?"
I shake his hand, nodding. "Yes. It's a pleasure to meet you."
He sits back down, looking at me up and down. "The pleasure is mine. You're very beautiful."
I straighten my dress. "Thank you." I sit down. I can't help but stare at him. I honestly didn't expect the president of this company to be so good looking. His blonde hair sits below the collar of his suit. Those eyes! They are big, round, and have a slight angle at the corners.
He slides a folder in my direction. "I trust you read over the job description," he says, opening the folder. He hands me a pen.
"Of course," I say, signing my name at the bottom of the first sheet of paper.
He flips the paper over, revealing the second sheet. "All of my employees are required to undergo a complete medical screening. The same goes for my clients. Regardless, they are still required to wear a condom at all times. If they refuse, let me know immediately. I take safety seriously."
That's good to know. "Yes, sir."
"Also, if at any point during your session you feel uncomfortable, stop and let the bodyguard know. They will have them escorted." He points to a list on the paper. "These are the only things you are required to do." He furrows his brow. "Are you inexperienced in any of these common requests?"
I look away, hiding my flushed face. "Uh...everything. I'm a virgin."
I didn't think it was possible, but his eyes actually double in size. "May I ask...why did you apply for this position?"
I hesitate before making eye contact with him. "The money."
He stares at me, compassion evident in his eyes. "I understand. I usually don't hire virgins, but I am willing to make an exception."
I raise my eyebrows. "Really?"
He nods. "Yes. I'll make sure you're properly trained."
I bow my head. "Thank you." A nervous feeling settles in my stomach. "Umm...will I have the opportunity to meet my trainer beforehand?"
He smiles. "You're looking at him."
I suck in a quick rush of air. "But...you're the president of this company. Are you sure you have the time?"
He reaches across the desk and rests his hand over mine. "I am. However, I am excellent at reading people. I can tell you're a good person, (Y/N). I'll make sure to give you an unforgettable experience."
Heat rises from my shoulders to my cheeks. I just met this man and butterflies are already fluttering inside my stomach. "Thank you, sir."
He waves his hand in the air. "Please. Call me Kurapika."
I smile. "Thank you, Kurapika. So does that mean I got the job?"
He rubs his chin with his fingers. "I've never hired an applicant on the spot before, but...yes. You have an exotic look. I'm sure my clients will be willing to spend a lot of money on you."
My heart skips a beat. "So when does my training begin?"
He looks at his computer screen. "My colleague is a doctor. He'll make sure to have your screening done today. Then you can come back later tonight if that works for you. Pack a bag. It might take all night." He returns his focus to me. "And you'll be compensated generously."
I grip the fabric of my dress with both hands. "I appreciate that."
The door opens behind me and a pretty young woman scurries in. "Kurapika! My client was being very inappropriate. I suggest you take away his right to be here!"
Kurapika rests his forehead in his palm, shaking his head. "I'm in the middle of an interview. I told you before...let the bodyguard on duty know."
She flashes me a dirty look. "Oh...new hire?"
His face brightens. "Yes. Actually, since you're the most experienced employee here, I'd like for you to show (Y/N) around when she's finished with her training."
"Her...training? Wait...does that mean..."
He motions toward the door. "Neon, please. Get back to work."
I sense tension between the two of them.
She crosses her arms and stomps like a toddler. "Hmph."
The door slams.
"Sorry about that," Kurapika says. He gives me his card. "Here is my personal cell phone number. I leave my office at five, but I live on the top floor. Call me when you're ready."
I stare at his card. "Sounds great."
I grab the paperwork and Kurapika escorts me back to the main entrance. He rests his hand on my lower back.
"I look forward to seeing you tonight," he says.
I feel my knees shake. "Me too."
Later that evening, I step out of the cab in front of Kurapika's building. The city lights reflect off of the windows. I call Kurapika and he tells me to come up.
The security guard lets me in after checking my ID. I'm escorted all the way to the top floor.
"Mr. Kurta owns this entire building," the doorman says. "He converted the top floor into one huge apartment."
The butterflies are back. They increase in number as I get closer to Kurapika's floor.
Once we arrive, the bell rings. The doorman presses a code into the keypad and the doors open, revealing an elaborate apartment.
Still dressed in his suit, Kurapika greets me with a smile. He takes my bag and I step inside his home.
He instructs the doorman to not allow anyone else up here for the rest of the night.
He returns his attention back to me. "May I offer you something to drink? Tea, water, or perhaps some wine?"
I bite my lip. "Water is fine."
He lets out a laugh. "There is no need to be nervous. I promise to take care of you." He pours sparkling water over a glass of ice and hands it to me.
I take a sip of the water and place the glass on the counter.
He reaches for my hand. "Are you ready?"
I nod.
He leads me into his massive bedroom. Dark curtains cover the windows as if he's trying to hide. Candles of assorted sizes surround us. A huge bouquet of red roses sits on a table. Four...maybe five dozen.
"These are for you," he says. "Welcome to the team."
I lean forward and press my nose against the petals. "Thank you." I lift my head, feeling his gaze on me.
"Do you have any questions? I feel our time together was cut short earlier."
I have a million questions. But none of them involve work.
"No," I lie.
He closes the gap between us.
I look down at my dress. "I didn't know what to wear."
He tucks some of my hair behind my ear. "You could have worn a sweatsuit. Your clothes are about to be scattered on my floor."
I gasp. I'm about to give my V card to a stranger. He runs his hands up and down my arms. I attempt to cover my goosebumps, but he stops me.
He presses his lips against my ear. "There is no need to hide how you feel. Let go. Enjoy the experience. I promise...you'll be begging for more."
I shiver involuntarily.
Kurapika reaches behind me and finds my zipper. He pulls it down, slowly. My dress falls to the floor. He unclasps my bra like he's done it a million times. He hooks his thumbs under the thin fabric of my panties and they meet my dress on the floor.
I bite my lip. I'm standing completely naked in front of the most gorgeous man I've ever seen.
His eyes move up and down, most likely making sure I look good enough for the job.
"You...are...a...goddess."
I raise my eyebrows. "Huh?"
"You truly are a work of art, my Aphrodite."
I wrap my arms around my body. "You probably say that to all the women you hire."
He shakes his head. "No. And I never tell a lie." He runs the back of his fingers down my neck.
Warm liquid trickles out of me and down my leg. I stare into his eyes, praying he doesn't sense my arousal. He looks deep in thought. I try to read his expression, but...nothing. I wish I could crawl inside his brain and read his thoughts. His once professional demeanor is now replaced by...lust.
He takes a few steps back and reaches for a piece of fabric on top of his nightstand. He wraps it around my eyes, blindfolding me.
"What are you doing?"
I feel his warm breath against my ear. "I'm taking away one of your senses in order to heighten your others."
It makes sense, but I really want to see what he looks like underneath that suit.
I feel his hands work up my thighs and he lifts me up. He places me on his bed, positioning me in the middle.
"No peeking," he says.
My body just might melt into his soft mattress. I no longer feel his weight on the bed as he crawls off. I can hear him shed his clothing. Ugh...I just want one look.
I feel him balance his body on top of me. His lips brush mine, but he doesn't kiss me. Instead, he glides his tongue across my jawline and down my neck. I can't possibly hide the goosebumps that have erupted on my skin as his tongue makes contact with my skin. He stops just before he reaches my collarbone, adding more pressure. I lift my hips. My lips curve up into a smile. His erection, hard and ready, brushes against my thigh.
My heart rate accelerates. He feels...big. How is that going to fit inside of me?
My thoughts are interrupted as I feel him take one of my nipples into his mouth. I let out a moan, not expecting to experience so much pleasure. He glides his tongue across my chest to my other nipple.
Kurapika releases me, leaving me wanting more. He sits up and spreads my legs open.
"(Y/N), if I do something that makes you feel uncomfortable, stop me."
"Uh...sure."
"Promise me."
I squirm beneath him, craving his touch. "I...I promise."
"Very well. Let's get started, shall we?"
Wait...he hasn't started?
Beginning at my knee, he kisses up my thigh. Just when I think he's going to touch my center, he moves to my other thigh.
My femininity aches as it waits for his attention.
I lift my hips higher. "Kurapika...please..."
I don't have to beg for long. He presses my clit with his finger.
I jolt up, needing more air in my lungs. Kurapika laughs, pushing me back down. I spread my legs further apart. I don't care how much this will hurt...I need him. As if reading my mind, he spreads my labia apart with his fingers. He slides his fingers down then back up again.
"Is this how you touch yourself?"
I grind my hips against him. "Y...yes."
Down...down...down then back up, slowly.
"Doesn't it feel better when someone else does it for you?"
I don't answer. I only moan louder, feeling his fingers slide down my wetness. He finds my opening and oh...ohh...he slips his finger inside. I feel him add a second finger. He stretches me open while massaging my inner walls.
He uses his free hand to massage one of my breasts. A strange feeling forms in the pit of my stomach.
"Kurapika, I feel like...I'm about to..e."
He pulls his fingers out, leaving me feeling empty. "Not yet, Aphrodite."
I lift my arms and throw them on the mattress. Can't he see how swollen I am? I can surely feel it.
"Don't make me chain your arms to the bed," he says.
He must be kidding. "You don't seriously have chains in your room, do you?"
He lets out a laugh. "Misbehave again and we'll find out."
I calm down and patiently wait for him.
"That's better," he says.
His lips are working my inner thigh again. I expect him to move to my other thigh when...
Oh my Kami...he uses his tongue to massage my most intimate part. Warm and wet. He expertly glides his tongue up and down each side then...ahh...the center.
I thought this intense pleasure only existed in the movies. This man I met only hours ago somehow has me compelled. I'd give away a kidney to experience this every day. Maybe I got into the right business after all.
He lifts up, and I find myself wanting to hold his head in place. I feel the weight of him cover me like a protective blanket as he positions himself back on top of me. My legs shake...I can't seem to control them!
"(Y/N), don't focus on the pain. I promise it will go away. I'll go slow."
I hold my breath. The head of his penis is directly in front of my waiting entrance. He presses himself into me. I'm so wet, it just glides in. I pant, waiting for the tearing pain to subside. Where did all the pleasure go? Maybe I'm wrong about sex. He's ripping me in half and I want to tell him to take it out. How do women do this? No, I have to stop him and tell him I quit.
Except...I'm not a quitter.
"I'm going deeper now," he says.
Wait...he's not even all the way in? No...nonono.
He pulls out, in, out, back in...ahh...I melt back into the mattress. The pain. It's gone. How did it suddenly turn into pure ecstasy? I lift my legs up higher, allowing him to fully penetrate me.
His lips brush mine again...but still no kiss. I moan. He moans. Soon the room is filled with sounds of pleasure.
Heaven does exist on this rotten planet. He thrusts into me repeatedly, harder and faster. The bed hits the wall as he finds my sweet spot. Yes. There it is. It threatens to burst open with every thrust.
But...I don't want this to end. Not yet. I want Kurapika to be inside of me for as long as possible. I grit my teeth, trying hard not to release.
Just when I think I have control of my body, he pulls back until he's almost out of me. He massages my clit with his thumb. Slow circular movements, he presses me until I wrap my legs around him, begging him to fill me again.
He lets out a laugh, spreading my legs apart. Slow...fast...slow again...I squirm until...
A massive amount of pleasure builds around my womanhood. He thrusts into me one more time and...
That spot he found deep within me bursts. Pleasure courses through my veins. I feel my soul leave my body. I have my first out of body experience as my soul floats.
Like a feather, I slowly descend back to my body. Breathing becomes work as my lungs try to keep up with my heart.
Warm liquid splatters all over my abdomen as Kurapika climaxes. He pulls my blindfold off and I'm greeted with the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. Out of instinct, I place my hand over his heart. It's beating rapidly. I move my hand down, tracing the outline of his muscles with my fingers. I move my eyes back to his. They're full of passion. I look away before I think too much into it. This is probably just his postcoital look.
He crawls off of me. "Allow me to grab you a towel."
I look at my abdomen. I blush, noticing my blood mixed with his fluid.
He cleans me. "Don't feel embarrassed. This was your first time. It's completely natural." He wraps my body with a clean towel. "I'll show you to your room. You'll be spending the week with me until I feel you are ready to be on your own."
I sit up in his bed. "You mean...we get to do this again?"
He wraps a towel around his waist, laughing. "Of course. You have a lot to learn. Most clients don't request the missionary position. I'll introduce you to other positions this week."
He helps me off his bed and leads me to his guest room. On top of the bed sits a basket full of luxurious beauty essentials.
"I keep this room stocked. Feel free to use whatever pleases you. A jetted bathtub awaits you in the bathroom. This is your home for the week. If you get hungry, help yourself to whatever you want in the kitchen."
I walk to bed, feeling the softness of the comforter with my fingers. I spin back around.
"Kurapika, may I ask you a question?"
He reaches for my arm and kisses my hand. "I just took your maidenhood. You can ask me whatever you desire."
"Do you train all your new hires?"
He shakes his head. "No. Most of them come with experience."
I pull my hand back. "Oh. Well...thank you for giving me a chance. I promise to do my best."
He turns to leave. "I know you will, Aphrodite."
The end of the week arrives a little quicker than I expected. As promised, Kurapika taught me the many positions I might be asked to do. He also taught me how to please a man using my mouth. I learned how to deepthroat without gagging. I enjoy the taste of his cum and the feeling of it going down my throat. Although messy, he told me some clients enjoy leaving a necklace.
Feeling melancholy, I look out to the city from his balcony. I turn around when I hear the sliding glass door open.
Kurapika doesn't say anything as he stands next to me, resting his hand on the small of my back. Tears involuntarily fall down my cheek. I don't want this week to end.
His hands move further down. He lifts my dress and presses my center. Liquid soaks my panties. He slides his hand inside the lacy fabric.
I moan as he separates my folds. "I'm impressed. You're already wet for me."
"Ohh...Kurapika."
He teases me with one finger, pushing inside my opening. My hips move to his touch, begging for more.
He lifts me up and walks me to the glass table. He pulls my dress above my head and unclasps my bra with his teeth. The feeling of the cool air against my bare skin causes my nipples to perk up. He pushes me face down on the table, removing my panties. He presses two fingers inside of me, rapidly moving them in and out. I know we're too high for anyone to see us, but the possibility of being watched still turns me on.
He pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his beautiful erection. I don't even remember when he took his pants off.
He holds my hips while thrusting in and out of me. I'm about to come when...
He stops. "(Y/N), I'm going to do something to you that will make you see stars."
Wait...I thought we already did everything. What could he...
"Ahh! Kurapika, that hurts."
Using my juices as lubricant, he presses a finger inside my other opening.
"Relax. I promise, you'll enjoy the double penetration."
I trust Kurapika. He's been nothing but kind to me all week. He's never intentionally hurt me. And if I asked him to stop, he would.
I loosen my grip on the sides of the table and relax. He leaves his penis inside of me while he curves his finger, massaging my other walls. I push my bottom back against his hand, wanting more.
"Good girl," he says, voice husky.
I don't think my body can handle this amount of pleasure. If anyone can hear me, they probably would call the police. I'm screaming so loud, tears are actually dripping down my face.
"Kurapika, I...I lo..."
He adds a second finger and I become undone. My entire body convulses and I'm afraid I might shatter his glass table. Stars appear around me.
He gives me a few seconds to recover before removing his fingers. He grabs my waist and fucks me.
"I'm about to come. Open your mouth," he says.
I obey. He pulls out and spins me around. I take him into my mouth, enjoying the salty taste of him as his hot cum pours down my throat. I milk him, making sure I swallow every drop.
He falls into a lounge chair. I climb on top of him, taking his blonde hair between my fingers. "That was probably the best orgasm yet."
He breathes heavily. "I...must...agree."
He covers my body with his suit jacket. We sit in silence until we fall asleep.
I walk into Kurapika's office for my orientation paperwork.
He hands me a cup of my favorite coffee.
"Thank you, Kurapika. For...everything."
He remains professional as he hands me my folder. "Neon will be precepting you. Your room is ready. I do hope it's to your liking."
Right. After orientation, I'll be having sex with random men. For money. I knew what I was getting into. I just didn't know I'd develop feelings for the president of this company in such a short period of time.
I find Neon and she rolls her eyes when she sees me. We walk down the hallway to the room I have been assigned to.
"So...how was training?" she asks.
"Great. Kurapika treated me like a princess."
"I know. He trained me, too."
My neck snaps as I turn to face her. "He...did?"
A sly smile spreads across her face. "Yep. Did you know we actually dated?"
I stop dead in my tracks. "No. When?"
Her smile reaches her blue-green eyes. "We sure did. Right before he started this company."
I drop my folder. Papers scatter across the floor. "What made you two break up?" I kneel to pick them up.
She shrugs her shoulders. "We're both in the sex business. It's hard to have a relationship when you spend your days fucking random strangers. Want to hear something funny?"
I gather my papers and place them back inside the folder. I stand up, facing her. "What?"
"I was actually his boss before all of this started." She giggles and spins on her heels.
My mind is full of questions, but I don't want her to know I'm interested in him.
We walk until we reach a room at the end of the hall. "Well...here's the room you'll be spending your days in."
I look up. There's a sign above the door.
"Aphrodite?" That's the name he gave me during my training. "Like the Greek goddess of love and beauty?"
She laughs. "Don't get a big head. He gives us all a name. Besides, Aphrodite was actually ugly."
What a bitch. I'm sure that's the real reason Kurapika broke up with her.
"Anyway," she says. "Melody usually guards this hall. There's a button next to the bed you can press in case you need her assistance."
"Have you ever had to use it?"
She nods. "Of course. Men are perverts. They either refuse to wear condoms or they want to take things too far."
I suddenly remember something. "Hey, Neon. During training, Kurapika didn't wear any condoms. Do you know his reasoning?"
Her eyes widen in surprise. "He...didn't?"
I shake my head.
She waves her hand in the air. "Oh, he probably wanted to give you the full experience. Those stupid things get in the way. But don't worry. He makes sure to wear them while he's with a client."
My heart skips a beat. "Wait...he takes clients?"
"Only when one of the guys calls in sick. But that rarely happens because this is a dream job for them. He never has a problem hiring men." She unlocks the door to my room and pushes it open. "Here you go. That door to the right leads to your own personal bathroom where you can wash up in between clients."
I walk around my room. The neutral colors really make this room look like a goddess lives here. I sit on the bed, bouncing up and down. "Were you scared the first time?"
She sits next to me. "Of course. But don't worry. That feeling fades away fast and you realize it's just a job." Her phone rings. She gives it an annoyed look as she answers it. "What? Already? Ugh...fine. I'll be there in ten minutes." She ends her call and looks at me. "Well...my first client of the day is here. Ready to see how it's done?"
My jaw drops. "Wait...you want me to watch?"
She stands up and extends her arm. "How else are you going to learn? Besides, the men love it when another woman watches."
I feel sick to my stomach. "Uh...it's okay. I actually have to ask Kurapika a question. Call me when you're finished."
"Whatever." She skips out of my room.
I take the elevator to Kurapika's office. I knock before turning the doorknob. It's...locked. The doctor who did my screening walks by.
"One of the male employees had an emergency and had to leave. He's covering for them," he says.
My heart sinks to my stomach. "Oh...do you know where I can find him?"
He lowers his eyebrows. "Yeah. The floor for our female clients. He uses room four hundred and four for times like this. But don't interrupt him. He takes his work seriously."
I bow. "Thank you, doctor. I appreciate your help."
I take deep breaths as I approach his room.
"Four hundred and four." I stop directly in front of the door. I look above and read the sign.
Chainuser
So he was serious about using chains?
I make the mistake of pressing my ear against the door. The sound of a woman screaming in pleasure fills my ears. Why am I feeling jealous? Neon is right. We are in the business of sex. So...why does it feel like I'm falling for Kurapika? I lean up against the wall. Tears involuntarily fall down my cheeks. I wipe them away with the back of my sleeve, remembering one of the mornings Kurapika and I spent together.
I stretch my arms out. The sun rises, peeking through the curtains. I turn around. Kurapika is sleeping on his side, facing me. I reach over and comb his bangs away from his eyes. We had so much fun last night, I fell asleep in his bed. Now I get to wake up to the beauty that is...President Kurta.
"How much longer do you plan on staring at me?" he groans.
I laugh, embarrassed. "I wasn't staring."
He opens his eyes and smiles. "You were staring." He touches my cheek. "What are you doing up so early, Aphrodite?"
I place my hand over his. "My stomach won't stop growling."
"We did use up a lot of energy last night." He pulls his hand back and sits up in bed. "Hmm...my cook has the day off. I guess we have to make our own breakfast."
I sit up next to him, keeping my breasts covered with the bedsheet. "Can you cook?"
"Uh...yeah. A little."
I can't help but smile. "You don't sound very convincing."
He hops out of bed. "Okay. Tell you what. I'm going to take a quick shower. Meet me in the kitchen in twenty minutes. We'll see who can cook the best breakfast."
I tilt my head to the side. "What do I get when I win?"
He picks up his pillow and gently tosses it to me. "Confident you'll win, huh?" He turns to leave. "I'm sure we can figure something out."
As promised, Kurapika is in his kitchen twenty minutes later. Wearing black slacks, a white dress shirt, and an apron, he looks like he is a contestant on a cooking show. I watch as he searches his kitchen for ingredients while I tie my apron. I notice a package of fluffy pancake mix.
I grab it. "I love these!"
He takes the package from me and reads the instructions. "Have you made these before?"
I shake my head.
"Perfect. We shall both make something new. That makes for a fair competition."
We both heat up our skillets. He reads the instructions like he's trying to learn how to perform open heart surgery.
I whisk the ingredients in my bowl. "Does it get lonely? You know, having someone cook for you then leaving you alone to eat."
He cracks an egg and adds it to his bowl. "I guess I never thought about it that way. I've been alone since I was twelve so...it just feels natural to me."
I want to ask him what happened when he was twelve, but I'm afraid it will bring up bad memories.
I fill my ladle with pancake batter and spread it on the skillet. "Do you ever see yourself getting married in the future?"
Why are these words spilling from my mouth? He's my...boss.
He looks down at his pancake batter, lost in thought. "I...I don't." He lifts his head back up and glances at me. "I believe some of us are just meant to be alone, you know?" He dips his finger inside the batter and smears some on my nose. "I must admit...it has been nice having you here with me. Tell you what...let's pretend we're a married couple."
My heart races. I wipe my nose and smear some batter on his face. "Yeah, it could be like a home economics project." I try to hide the excitement in my voice.
I swear I can see a hint of excitement in his eyes. "Sounds good, Mrs. Kurta."
"Okay, Mr. Kurta. How many children do you want?" I say.
He wipes the batter from his face with a dishtowel. "Three. Two boys and a girl. You?"
I smile. "That sounds perfect."
Once we're finished cooking, we stare at our stacks of pancakes. While mine are golden brown, his are almost black.
"Don't judge based on appearances," he says.
I tuck my lips under my teeth to keep from laughing. I take one of his pancakes, and he takes one of mine. I cut it into small pieces and pour syrup over it. Just as I'm about to take a bite, Kurapika stops me.
"You don't have to torture yourself. You clearly won." He eats the pancake I made as if it's the most delicious thing he's ever eaten.
We sit out on his balcony after cleaning the kitchen. I glance his way.
"So...what did I win?"
He caresses my arm with his fingers. "What do you want? A designer handbag? Or maybe some jewelry? I'll take you on a shopping spree if you'd like."
I take a deep breath. "Kiss me."
He gives me a quizzical look. "You want me to...kiss you?"
I nod. "I'm your wife, remember? Kiss me."
His eyes move to my lips. He looks away from me and hangs his head. "I...can't. I'm sorry."
I lower my eyebrows. "Why not?"
He squeezes his eyes shut. "Because. A kiss translates into love. And as I mentioned before, I'm meant to be alone."
This grown man is hurting and I feel like slapping myself in the face for reminding him of his pain.
"But...we are just pretending to be married. It won't mean anything."
He looks at me with misty eyes. "I don't want to pretend anymore, (Y/N)."
I hide in the opposite hallway. Minutes later, a gorgeous woman emerges wearing a satisfied grin on her face. Her wild hair cascades down her back like a black river. She adjusts her blouse, showing way too much cleavage. Her skirt hugs her perfectly toned thighs. My mind wanders. Did Kurapika taste her? How did he hold her?
My thoughts are quickly interrupted when Kurapika comes out of the room, locking the door behind him.
"(Y/N)? What are you doing here? This floor is for our female clients. Is Neon giving you a tour of the building?"
"Y...yes."
"I trust orientation is going well?"
We start to walk down the hall. "Yes. She had a client, but I'm not comfortable watching."
He wraps his arm around my waist. "I understand. Do you have any questions? Maybe I can answer them while you wait for Neon."
No. I will not allow my emotions to get in the way of being a good worker. I'm going to be the best employee here. Clients will be asking for me personally.
Kurapika presses the elevator button. I turn around to take the stairs.
"No. I'm good. Thank you."
One week later
Kurapika
I peruse the menu even though I know I'm going to order my usual.
"What's wrong?" Leorio asks.
I furrow my brow. "What makes you think something is wrong?"
He drops his menu and shoots me a look. "You're my best friend. You don't think I know when something is bothering you?"
I put down my menu and run my fingers through my hair. "Today is (Y/N)'s first day seeing clients."
He raises an eyebrow. "So? Isn't that why you hired her?"
"Yeah, I'm just worried about her. She's never done this kind of work before."
"So? She'll get the hang of it." He stares at me suspiciously. "Wait a minute...you like this girl."
I shake my head. "No...no. Don't be ridiculous. Nevermind. Forget I said anything."
He looks up, chewing the inside of his cheek. "(Y/N)...hmm...which one is (Y/N)?" His face brightens. "Right! The girl you had me screen the day you hired her. Yeah, she's a hottie."
The waitress takes our orders and leaves.
Leorio points his finger at me. "Kurapika, you like her. Admit it."
I rest my face in my hands. "Leorio, I can't fall for her. It goes against my rules."
He reaches across the table and slaps my cheek. "In case you forgot, you're human. Humans aren't meant to be alone forever."
"That may be true for some, but not me."
He lifts a finger. "I have an idea. Take her out to dinner tonight. You know...to celebrate her first day. Plus, you'll have the chance to assess your feelings."
"Hmm...that's actually not a bad idea. Thank you, Leorio."
(Y/N)
My heart pounds against my chest as my first client walks in. He closes the door behind him and walks toward me. The first thing I notice is his wedding ring. He's cheating on his wife and I'm helping him.
He takes a condom out of the basket and starts to undress.
"So you want me to take my dress off? Or would you rather do it yourself?"
He looks at me with widened eyes. "You're beautiful. Uh...you can do it. I'll watch. Leave your heels on though."
I swallow my own vomit as I unzip my dress. I step out of it and proceed to take off my matching bra and panties. "How can I service you?"
His hand is already around his erection as he watches me. "Uh...get on your hands and knees."
I hop on the bed. I grip the comforter as I shut my eyes. I hear him tear open the condom wrapper and he positions himself behind me. His fingers brush my femininity. He attempts to slide a finger inside of me, but I'm still dry. I can sense his frustration.
"There's a tube of lubricant next to the condoms," I say.
I wait as he prepares. His fingers glide easily inside of me and I scream. Not in pleasure, but in pain.
"Oh...you like that?" he says, thinking I'm enjoying his touch. He presses his fingers deeper inside of me.
"Oh...yes," I lie.
We're interrupted by a knock at the door. I grab the robe that is folded at the foot of my bed and quickly put it on.
"Fuck!" he shouts, climbing out of the bed. "This room is occupied!"
"Sorry, it's Mr. Kurta. I need to speak with (Y/N) urgently."
My client pulls his pants on, cursing under his breath. Once he's fully dressed, he opens the door.
"I demand a refund!"
"My apologies. Please see the secretary on your way out. She'll make sure you get all of your money back."
Kurapika walks in and locks the door behind him.
"Kurapika, what the hell was that about? Do you realize how much money I just lost?"
He ignores me, climbing on the bed until he's on top of me. His lips find mine and he kisses me. He finally kisses me!
Kurapika
I grab the back of your hair, deepening our kiss. I press my tongue against yours, desperate to taste you.
You push me away. "Kurapika, what are you doing?"
Your perfect body peeks through the satin robe. I can't help but steal a look. "I...uh...wanted you to be my first. I've never kissed anyone before. How did I do?"
A surprised look crosses your face. "Wait...you had a girlfriend. Neon told me."
"For two weeks! I never kissed her."
You move your leg up and kick me. "You're full of shit!"
I get up off the floor. "(Y/N), please. Hear me out."
You cross your arms. "Kurapika, if you don't mind, I have work to do. Go back to fucking your classy clients. You know, the ones with the sexy legs and perfect breasts."
I feel like you just punched me in the heart. "(Y/N), please." I clear my throat. "How far did your first client go?"
"Kurapika, why does it matter? You hired me to have sex with him. Poor guy was barely able to get a finger inside of me."
Relief washes over me. So he didn't penetrate you.
"Take the rest of the day off. Don't worry. I'll still pay you."
You jump out of bed, grab your clothes and storm into the bathroom.
"(Y/N), please. I...I want to take you out tonight."
My head turns to the sound of a knock at the door. I open it, giving the young man a dirty look. "What do you want?"
He backs up. "Oh, I'm sorry. I have an appointment with Miss Aphrodite. I must have the wrong room."
"My apologies. She actually had to cancel her appointments for today. But not to worry. My secretary can set you up with one of our other lovely ladies."
A look of disappointment crosses his face. "Oh. But I was looking through their profiles, and Aphrodite is the prettiest one here."
He's right. Your beauty is...immeasurable. Dammit! It hasn't even been a month and I can't deny my feelings for you. You came into my life and somehow managed to break through the chains wrapped around my heart.
You come out of the bathroom, still wearing your robe.
"What are you talking about, Kurapika? I'm taking clients." You smile at the gentleman at your door. "Come in."
He walks in, slowly. He eyes me, most likely waiting for me to leave.
Without thinking, I rush out of your room, slamming the door behind me.
Later that evening...
I'm supposed to be having dinner with you, but instead, I'm eating alone. My personal cook left after preparing my meal. I take a look around my apartment. This place is too big. Much too big for one person.
After my shower, I swallow one of my sleeping pills. I pull on my pajamas, brush my teeth, and crawl into my cold bed. I close my eyes, awaiting sleep.
The next morning, the secretary stops me before I step into the elevator.
"Mr. Kurta! This is urgent!"
I walk toward her desk. "Yes? What is it?"
"One of your male employees had to call out for the week. His wife went into labor last night." She hands me a list. "You're going to need to take some of his clients."
I slap my forehead. I wasn't prepared for this. Perhaps Leorio can help take some of these clients. "Thank you. I'll see what I can do."
The secretary points over my shoulder. "One is already waiting."
I turn around. It's the same woman from yesterday. I made her come four times and she already wants more? I don't have the energy for this today.
I return my attention to my secretary. "Do you mind showing me (Y/N)'s list of clients for today?"
She prints out a list and hands it to me. Knots form inside of my stomach as I count the number of men scheduled to see you today.
I have my client take the elevator with me.
"If I knew you would be the one pleasuring me today, I would have scheduled two appointments," she says.
I ignore her comment, holding the elevator open for...you. You rush in, pressing the button to your floor.
My mouth parts open as I look you up and down. That little scarlet dress fits around your body so perfectly. You're wearing those open toe stiletto heels that you wore the first day I met you. Your red painted toes peek through them. I see beautiful women everyday, however, none of them compare to you.
Your eyes move from me to the lady I'm standing next to. I don't even know her name...she's just a number to me.
I want to know how many clients you saw yesterday. Dammit...what spell do you have me under?
"Uh...I didn't see you leave the building last night. How was your day?" I casually ask you.
You smile. "It was very productive, thank you."
A hollow pit forms in my stomach. What the hell is this feeling? Jealousy?
The elevator door opens to your floor. You skip out. Are you doing this on purpose? Well...two can play this game.
Except...
My client sighs in annoyance as I try to...uh...get it up. I've never had this problem before!
Sweat drops form on my forehead. Tired of waiting, my client closes her legs.
"I apologize. Please...give me a minute," I say.
I pull my clothes back and slip out of the room. I take my phone out of my pocket and call Leorio.
"Leorio...are you here yet?"
I can hear pop music blasting through the phone. "I'm on my way. What's up?"
"I...uh...have a little problem. I'm going to need you to see one of my clients as soon as you arrive."
He turns his music down. "Really? Which one?" he asks me, excitement evident in his voice.
I look back at my door. "I don't know her name. The one with the long, wavy black hair."
"Hottie with the long legs? Hell yeah! But...why?"
"I'll explain later. Just please...hurry up!"
My best friend can't stop laughing. He leans over my desk, holding his abdomen.
I roll my eyes. I should have known better than to tell him.
"Leorio, please. I've been humiliated enough today."
I pull up your company profile on my computer. You saw three clients today. Each one of them left you a five out of five rating.
I run both of my hands down my face. Leorio looks at my computer screen.
"I get it now! You couldn't get hard because you were too focused on that girl!
I put my head down on my desk. "Leorio, what am I supposed to do? Fire her?"
He ruffles my hair. "You can't be an asshole about it. This chick obviously needs the job. Ask her out like normal people do."
I turn my head to face him. "You're right. What would I do without you?"
I sit up and reach for my phone. I page your room.
"Hello?"
Just hearing your voice is enough to send shivers down my spine.
I hang up.
Three months later
(Y/N)
I can't stop staring at my bank account. I can finally pay off my credit cards and put a downpayment on my dream apartment.
I push open the door to a cafe. I almost step back out when I see Kurapika. I take a deep breath. I'm not going to allow this man to stop me from getting my favorite coffee.
"(Y/N)!"
I wince. Dammit. He noticed me.
I pull on a fake smile and look back at him.
He walks up to the register and pulls out a few jenny bills from his wallet.
"I can pay for my own coffee, thank you," I say.
He smiles. "Yes. With the paychecks I sign."
"Ugh...fine."
He puts some more money into the tip jar. "Would you like to sit with me?"
I twirl my hair. "Thank you, but...I'm actually meeting someone."
Pink clouds appear on his cheeks. "Oh...sorry. I didn't realize..."
I wave my hands in the air. "No need to apologize. Anyway, thanks for the coffee!"
I grab my coffee and leave the cafe. I can't help but laugh. He thinks I'm going on a date. The face he made when I told him was priceless.
That night...
I decide to celebrate my success by going out. I call my best friend and we meet at a local club. I'm not one to visit clubs, but what the hell?
The men can't keep their eyes off us. After two...three...six sake bombs, I get on the dance floor. When my favorite song comes on, I climb on the speaker. I sway my hips back and forth with my arms in the air.
Kurapika
"No, Leorio. I'm not going clubbing with you."
My best friend actually gets on his knees and begs me to go out drinking with him. I don't even drink.
"C'mon. There will be a lot of cute girls out!"
I sigh. "I see cute girls all day. I just want to go home and be alone."
He gets up. "Fine. Be depressed." He walks toward the door. "See ya tomorrow."
He's right. For once. I think I am depressed.
I look up from my computer screen. "Leorio, wait up. I'll accompany you."
His face brightens as he smiles. "I promise, you won't regret it."
My brain throbs as the music pours into my ears. The strobe lights are enough to give me a seizure. After shoving a few people, Leorio and I finally make it to the bar. He orders us a round of drinks and I down mine immediately. I know I'll regret it in the morning, but I'm willing to do anything to feel numb.
I have another drink and the DJ plays a song I actually like. A group of men whistle and crowd around one of the speakers. I search the crowd and see a familiar face.
I hop off the stool and walk toward her.
"Alluka! What are you doing here? Wait...how did you get in here? Does Killua know of your whereabouts?" I have to scream over the music.
Fear crosses her face when she recognizes me.
"Don't worry," I say. "I won't tell him. Just stay with us."
She doesn't answer. Instead, she points to the speaker.
My eyes widen and I'm instantly sober. You're the reason all the men here are going crazy. You have them mesmerized by the way you're moving your body.
"What the hell is (Y/N) doing here?"
Alluka looks at you then back at me. "Wait...you know (Y/N)?"
I ignore her question and shove every piece of scum out of my way as I walk toward you. Thankfully, I wore my black contacts. I can feel my eyes glowing scarlet.
"(Y/N)!" I shout.
You don't hear me over the music.
"Just feel the rhythm of the world 'cause we will make it rock..." you sing.
I climb on the speaker and grab your waist. You grind your hips against me. The crowd screams louder, expecting a show. You lean forward, and if we didn't have clothes on, we'd be having sex.
"(Y/N), get down from here!"
You spin around so fast, I have to catch you before you fall off the speaker.
You punch my shoulders. "Let me go! You're ruining my fun."
I tighten my grip on you. "(Y/N), please."
You continue to fight me until you run out of energy.
Once we make it down, I carry you outside. I pass Leorio on the way out.
"Make sure Alluka makes it home safely. I have to take (Y/N) home."
He gives me a thumbs up. "You got it! Don't worry...I'll call a cab."
Finally free from the loud music and the crowd, I place you on your feet. You stumble across the concrete in your stilettos.
"Where are you going?"
"Far from you," you say. "You're such a party pooper."
I grab your hand. "Party pooper? Are we in grade school?"
You pull away from me and trip over a rock. You grab your knee and allow tears to fall from your eyes. I can't imagine a little scrape to the knee hurts that bad considering how intoxicated you are.
I kneel in front of you. "Let me see."
"No. Get away from me!"
I comb your hair away from your mascara stained cheeks. "How much have you had to drink?"
"None of your business."
"Where's your date? Why wasn't he keeping an eye on you?"
You sniffle. "I lied. I never had a date."
"You're coming home with me."
I have to carry you as we take the elevator up to my apartment. I place you on my bed.
I leave you alone for a few minutes while I draw a bath, get you a glass of water and some ibuprofen. You throw the pills back and gulp down the water.
I help you walk to the bathroom and unzip your dress.
You slap my hand. "I can do it myself, pervert."
"Still name calling? In case you forgot, I've already seen you naked."
"Hmph." You give up and allow me to undress you.
"Stop looking," you say.
You caught me. I'm sorry. If taking my eyes off of you was part of the hunter exam, I wouldn't have a license.
You step into the bath. "Ohh...this feels incredible. Why don't you join me?"
It does look rather inviting. I accept your invitation and peel away my suit. I climb in, making sure to keep my distance from you.
"Kurapika," you say, closing the gap between us. "You're looking extra handsome tonight."
No...you're still drunk. As much as I want to feel you touch me, I don't want you to do something you'll regret in the morning.
I stare as bubbles fall from your shoulders. I bite my lower lip as you move closer to me. You press your breasts up against my chest. No, please. Don't put your hand there.
Too late. I can't stop you now. I throw my head back and...
(Y/N)
I place my hand on my throbbing head. My mouth feels like I ate a handful of cotton balls. The room spins around me as I sit up in bed. Despite the dark curtains, I can tell the sun is out. I look down at the person sleeping next to me.
No. Please tell me I didn't fuck my boss last night.
Last night. My brain attempts to recall the events that occurred, but it hurts too much.
I look under the covers. I sigh a breath of relief. I'm not naked. I peek at Kurapika. He's wearing his pajamas. Good. It doesn't appear we had sex.
I fall back on the mattress. Wait...I briefly remember being inside a bathtub. I jolt up, shaking Kurapika.
He stirs awake and gives me a smile. I know that smile. That's a thank you for the sex last night smile.
"Good morning, beautiful. How are you feeling?"
"Kurapika, what happened last night? Did we..."
He laughs. "You mean you don't remember?"
I clench my jaw. "Remember what, Kurapika?"
"I asked you to marry me. You said yes so we went to one of those twenty-four hour chapels and tied the knot."
My heart beats so fast, it might just punch through my chest. "We...what?"
"Calm down. I'm joking."
I throw my pillow at him. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"
He tosses the pillow aside, frowning. "Come on, (Y/N). Would being married to me be that bad?"
I ignore his question. "Did we have sex?"
The corners of his lips curve back up. "Yes. Many times. Don't you remember?"
I pick up the pillow and repeatedly hit him with it. "I mean last night, dummy."
He takes the pillow from me and sits up. His hair is a beautiful mess of sun rays. "No, (Y/N). We didn't. You did make advances, but I'm a gentleman and would never take advantage of a drunk woman."
I look away, feeling myself blush. "Thank you."
"Hungry? How about you wash up and we'll have breakfast in bed?"
As much as I want to say no, my stomach begs me to stay. "That sounds nice."
Flashbacks from last night enter my brain as I brush my teeth. Dammit...he knows I lied about having a date. But...I know Kurapika. He'll spare my embarrassment by not bringing it up.
I brush my hair, remembering more of last night.
I notice he can't keep his eyes off my body. I run my hand down until I reach his erection. I smile. He wants me. He throws his head back. I straddle him, positioning my entrance above his manhood. Before I have the chance to slide down, he grabs my waist.
"No, (Y/N). You're drunk."
"I'm not. I promise. I want you, Kurapika. Don't you want me?" I pout.
He moves his hands back up my arms. "More than anything. But nothing can happen tonight."
He lifts me up and places me on the other side of the tub. He grabs a bottle of shampoo and squirts some in his hand. He lathers my hair, being careful not to get any in my eyes. He drains the water and washes the rest of my body.
"Here is some face wash. Do you think you can handle washing your makeup off or do you need my help?"
I take the bottle from him. "I think I can manage."
He helps me stand and turns on the shower. I rinse my body while I watch him wash his. The suds fall from his sculpted body. Why does he have to be so damn perfect?
He takes my hand, making sure I don't slip. He wraps me up in a towel.
"Have a seat," he says, putting the toilet seat down.
I obey. He takes another towel and dries my hair. Starting at my scalp, he massages some sort of product through my hair. He takes his time as he carefully combs the tangles out.
I pat dry my face. Why does he make it hard to hate him?
When I walk back into his bedroom, he has our breakfast placed on top of a tray.
"It looks delicious," I say as I sit down on the bed. "You didn't make this, did you?"
He shakes his head, smiling. "You know I lack cooking skills."
We eat in silence.
When we finish, he runs his hand up and down my arm. Why does he always do that?
"Feeling better?"
I nod. "Yes." I take a sip of my coffee. "Kurapika, can I ask you a question?"
"Go ahead."
I set my mug down. "How did you get started in the...uh...sex business?"
He shifts his weight on the bed. "Right. You don't know about my past."
He goes on and tells me how he's the last survivor of the Kurta Clan. I interrupt him while he's talking about the Phantom Troupe.
"Wait...you're a hunter?"
"Yes. After recovering all of my clan's eyes, I became bored. Leorio was joking about the idea of starting this business. I accepted his challenge and years later, it's the top company in the nation."
I take a bite of my croissant. "I have to admit, I'm impressed. I mean...isn't what you're doing illegal?"
"I won't bore you with the legal details."
I push my tray away. "So...you were Neon's bodyguard, huh? That must have been weird."
He finishes his coffee. "It was just a job. Besides, it brought me closer to my goal."
"And you really only dated her for two weeks? Why did you break up with her?"
He lets out a soft laugh. "She actually broke up with me."
My mouth falls open. "You're kidding!"
His hair sways back and forth as he shakes his head. "She told me I put work before her."
I hold my chin. "I can see that. You had a lot going on back then. I'm surprised you even started a relationship with someone."
He scratches his head. "I was surprised at myself. However, she had just lost her father. I guess I felt sorry for her." He looks at the ceiling. "Looking back now, it would have never worked out. She has a father complex."
I laugh. "You mean...daddy issues?"
He looks back at me and smiles. "Yeah." He reaches over and tucks some of my hair behind my ear. "I have to admit, I was rather jealous when you told me you had a date yesterday."
I bring my knees to my chest. "Can you take me home now?"
He tilts his head to the side. "Have I said something to offend you?"
I look down. "No. I think we both know this is a bad idea."
He crawls out of bed. "If you want to go home, I'll take you. I'm not going to force you into doing something you clearly don't want to do."
Of course I want to spend the day with him. Hell...I want to spend my life with him. But we both know that's not possible.
He drives me home. He gets out of his car and I wait for him to open the door for me. He takes my hand and walks me to the lobby of my apartment building.
He walks away without saying a word.
I turn around to thank him. He stops and looks away, struggling to say what's on his mind.
"Kurapika, is something wrong?"
He takes a deep breath and looks into my eyes. "(Y/N), I'm afraid I have to terminate you."
My jaw drops. How dare he fire me?
"Under what circumstances? I have clients asking for me by name."
He shakes his head. "That's the thing...this isn't the type of work for you. You deserve a better future. Fall in love. Have children. Don't end up like me."
"But...I just put in an offer for an apartment. What am I supposed to do now?"
He plays with the exposed skin on my neck. "I'll make sure you get a generous unemployment package. Don't ever worry about money."
I hold back the tears that are threatening to stream down my cheeks.
"Kurapika, just so you know, you're still my one and only."
He gives me a surprised look. "Huh? How? I know how many clients you see in a day. I also see the ratings they leave you."
I wipe my eyes. "I took some erotic dancing classes. I'm so good, men come without having to penetrate me."
He stares at me with widened eyes. "That explains why all the men were fascinated by your dancing last night." He cups my cheek with his hand. "And just so you know...I haven't serviced a client since the last time you saw me in the elevator."
"You...haven't?"
He shakes his head. "No. It just doesn't seem right. Having sex with a random woman while I'm in love with another." He gives me a kiss on the lips. "Good luck, (Y/N)."
He turns and walks out of the building.
Kurapika
Driving away from you is the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. At least you know the truth.
I walk straight to the kitchen when I get home. I know it's still early, but I don't want to feel anything. I grab my bottle of sleeping pills and take two. I pull off my suit jacket and climb into bed. Your scent is everywhere.
This pain. It engulfs me. I can't breathe...every breath reminds me that I'm still alive and you're not with me. Damn. I can't remember the last time I cried. I don't cry though. I sob until the sleeping pills take effect.
One year later...
Tired of the same view, I decide to go out for some fresh air. I walk to a nearby park and sit at a bench. I watch as families laugh and play together. Family. Something I'll never have.
I look at the sky. The clouds change from white to dark gray. Everyone is having too much fun to notice the storm approaching.
I've been tempted many times to ask Alluka about you. Instead, I decide it's best I don't know.
I turn my head to the right. Under a willow tree sits a picnic blanket covered with a variety of food.
I see your beautiful smile as he wraps his jacket around your shoulders. He's in love. I can tell by the way he looks at you.
I open my suit jacket, staring at the inner pocket. It's been sitting in there for months now. I should just go ahead and give this to you. What use do I have for it? After all, you are the rightful owner.
I shouldn't be doing this, but I stand up and walk toward you. I hand you the envelope and walk away. I don't even bother sticking around to see your reaction.
Five years later...
(Y/N)
I run my hand up and down my husband's chest. He groans, waking up from his sleep.
"What time is it?" He says.
"I don't know. Probably two."
He pulls me closer to him. "What are you doing up?"
I pull his pajama pants and underwear down. I slip out of my nightgown and panties and climb on top of him. I kiss him until he's ready. It doesn't take him long.
I moan as I slide down his length. Once he fills me, I rock back and forth against him. He reaches up and massages my breasts, gently pinching my nipples.
Up...down...up...ahh...I throw my head back once I feel the head of his penis hit my sweet spot. I push down, needing more. He grabs my hips, helping me move up and down.
"(Y/N), you feel incredible."
I rest my hands on his chest. He pulls me down and kisses me. Deep and full of passion, I feel his kiss radiate throughout my entire body.
I sit up and grab the headboard for support. I push my hips down. I know I'm being greedy, but I can't help it. He thrusts his hips up, hitting my sweet spot.
My body convulses as the tight knot inside of me loosens. Once loose, pleasure spills. Everywhere. Euphoria sets in and I fall on top of my husband. He rubs my back as I recover.
He spins me around, lifts my leg up and thrusts in and out of me.
His thrusts become uneven and his body convulses. He falls on top of me, trying to catch his breath.
"Kurapika, I love you," I say, combing my fingers through his hair.
"And you are my life, (Y/N)."
We fall back asleep.
Hours later, a small human crawls between us.
I feel him shake his father awake.
"Daddy, you need to wake up! There's a magical beast under my bed."
Kurapika groans while he turns on his bedside lamp. "Did you ask your big brother to check?" he whispers.
"No. Can I sleep with you instead?"
"Sure. Just don't wake mommy up."
I hear the pitter patter of small feet run to our bed.
"Daddy, little brother ran off!"
Kurapika helps our oldest son up in bed. "KJ, keep it down. Mommy is trying to sleep."
I open my eyes halfway, peeking at Kurapika and our two precious boys. He has one in each of his arms. I wish I could take a picture because it's the prettiest sight I've ever seen. One that will forever be embedded in my memory.
Kurapika tightens his grip on our boys as thunder claps outside the window. Thunder. The sound reminds me of the day Kurapika walked up to me years ago at the park.
A cool breeze blows through me, causing me to shiver. My boyfriend notices. He pulls off his jacket and wraps it around my shoulders.
"I think it might rain," I say.
He laughs. "Then we better hurry up and eat so we can cuddle back at my place."
I feel myself wince. I love him, I do. We've been together a little over a year, but I have yet to give my all to him. I know he's hoping today is the day since we've been talking about it lately.
I'm ready.
At least that's what I keep telling myself.
I notice a man walking toward me from my peripheral vision.
No. It can't be.
He extends his arm as he passes me. I reach up and grab the envelope in his hand. He continues to walk away, not looking back.
My boyfriend furrows his brow. "Do you know that guy?"
Instead of answering him, I focus on the envelope in my hand. I open it as if I'm alone.
I gasp.
"I...I'm sorry. I'll be right back," I say.
He reaches out and grabs my arm. "What is it?"
I stand, pulling away from him. "I'll tell you when I get back. I promise."
A nervous look crosses his face.
I run, hoping to find Kurapika.
Thunder claps in the distance. I stop, searching the park with my eyes.
I run to the parking lot. My heart skips a beat when I see his car.
"Kurapika!"
He takes his hand off the door handle and turns around.
Raindrops fall from the sky, masking my tears. I close the gap between us.
"(Y/N), what are you doing? Go back to your date."
I slap the envelope against his chest. "Why...Kurapika? Why are you giving this to me?"
He forces a smile on his face. "Does it really matter? I just want you to have it. Share it with your husband."
I grit my teeth. "He's not my husband."
"Not yet. But I can tell he wants to be."
I haven't heard Kurapika's voice in years. It passes my ears and goes straight to my heart, awakening it.
I punch him. "Fuck you, Kurapika!" The tears spill from my eyes quicker than the rain from the sky. "I moved on. I don't want you anymore. You can't just casually walk by and hand me a deed to a house."
"I...I'm sorry. I fell in love with you and figured a house would be an appropriate gift." He pinches the bridge of his nose. "It's just been sitting there for years."
I scowl at him. The rain gets heavier.
He runs his hand up and down my arm. The familiar sensation brings my soul back to life. Have I been an empty shell all these years?
Kurapika looks at the sky, blinking the raindrops away. "Go, (Y/N). I'm sure he's wondering where you ran off to."
I turn my head away from Kurapika. He's right. My boyfriend is probably looking for me.
I love my boyfriend.
We had a special night planned.
Wait...had? Am I going to cancel on him?
I look back at Kurapika. His eyes have a hint of sadness to them.
I take a few steps back. "Right. Goodbye, Kurapika."
"Wait!" He opens the door to his car. "I think I have an umbrella in here."
I hug myself, waiting. He turns around and hands me an umbrella.
I take it. I stare at it. I throw it on the ground and jump on Kurapika.
He catches me. Time stands still as I stare into his eyes.
The rain pounds on the concrete.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders. I close my eyes and my lips find his.
He kisses me back, combing the hair that is stuck to my face from the rain with his fingers. He reaches behind and opens the passenger side door. We both fall in the backseat. I leave his lips for one second while I shut the door.
His hands slip under my skirt. He slides them up...up...up until they reach my panties.
"Are you sure we should do this?" he says against my lips.
The real answer is no, we shouldn't. But I'm not using my brain at the moment.
"Yes."
He slides the thin fabric to the side and touches me. I pull away from him and scream. He glides his fingers in...out...in...
If he continues, I'll come in thirty seconds.
He must feel my walls contract because he pulls his fingers out. "Turn around," he whispers in my ear.
We switch positions. He pulls my panties down and frees himself. I grab him, stroking him until clear fluid comes out. I bring my fingers to my lips, tasting him. His jaw drops as he watches me.
I spread my legs and he presses himself into me.
I throw my head back. "Ahh..."
He doesn't give me time to adjust, thrusting in and out.
Luckily, the rain muffles my screams.
"Uh...(Y/N)...it's too good. I'm not going to last."
"Uh...uh...it's okay. I'm...ahh...right there."
He thrusts into me harder. I wish we could make this feeling last longer, but it's been too long.
My eyes fall shut and I see white as I experience a rapture.
"(Y/N), I'm about to..."
I lift my legs. "Don't you dare pull out."
"I wasn't planning to."
I come all over again as he fills me.
We both stare at each other, breathing heavily. He pulls out slowly.
We adjust our clothing and sit in silence.
I cover my face with my hands and sob into them.
Kurapika places his hand on my shoulder. "Do you regret making love to me?"
I shake my head. "No." I uncover my face and look at him through blurry eyes. "I just never fell out of love with you."
He moves closer to me, taking me into his arms. "Then choose me. No one can protect your heart the way I will."
I bury my face into his chest. "It's not that easy. I think he's going to ask me to marry him."
Kurapika rubs my back. "Would you have said yes?
"Why are you assuming I already chose you?"
He tightens his grip on me. "I'm sorry for assuming, but you just confessed your love for me."
I pull out of his grip. "Yes, but sometimes we don't get to be with the loves of our lives. Life doesn't work that way. He's good to me. And you run a sex business. I'm sorry, but...maybe men can separate love from sex, but I can't."
He places his hand on my thigh. "I can't either. That's why I sold the company to Leorio."
I don't know how my lungs are still working. I pant as if I just ran a marathon. "You...what?"
He runs his fingers through my hair. "I sold my company to Leorio...then I purchased you a house."
"Why didn't you look for me? You're a hunter. It would have been easy for you!"
He looks into my eyes. "Trust me...I woke up every morning with the intention of finding you. I'd make it to the elevator then run back into my apartment. I felt I didn't deserve you."
I punch the seat. "Why, Kurapika? Why don't you deserve me?"
He clenches his jaw and looks away. "I...I can't give you children." He takes a deep breath. "I was injured in battle a long time ago. I'll spare you the details...I just...think you should know."
My brain doesn't know what to focus on. "I have to go."
Kurapika hangs his head. "I understand. It was unfair of me to ask you to choose me."
"No, Kurapika. I have to break up with my boyfriend."
He lifts his head, staring at me with his mouth parted open.
I offer him a smile. "Wait for me."
His arm shakes as he reaches past me to open the door. He gets out first and offers me his hand. I step out of his car, turning my skirt the right way and fixing my hair.
"(Y/N), there you are."
I slowly turn my head to the right. Kurapika follows my line of sight.
Shock crosses my boyfriend's face as he looks at me then Kurapika.
I walk toward him, but he steps back as if the closer I get, the more pain I will cause.
"I'm sorry," I say. I feel like I owe him an explanation, but those are the only words that pass my lips.
"What do you say, (Y/N)? What do you say to the jeweler when you return an engagement ring?" he says.
I swallow hard. "I'm sorry," I repeat.
He holds his hand up, "Don't. It's my fault. I always knew I was your second choice." He turns around and walks away.
Kurapika and I drive to our new home in silence.
Nine months later, we welcome KJ into the world. Not even two years later, we have another son.
"Let's make Mommy her favorite pancakes," Kurapika says to our boys.
They jump out of the bed in excitement.
A few minutes later, I meet them downstairs in the kitchen.
"Mommy, we're making you pancakes!" KJ says.
Kurapika greets me with a kiss. "Good morning, love." He rubs my abdomen.
In a few months, our daughter will be here. So much for not being able to have children. That doctor certainly made a mistake.
I smile as they stack pancakes on a plate. It's just like when Kurapika and I pretended to be married.
"Okay, Mr. Kurta. How many children do you want?" I say.
He wipes the batter from his face with a dishtowel. "Three. Two boys and a girl. You?"
I smile. "That sounds perfect."
Except, we're not pretending anymore.