Always Been You

~Dante’s POV~

“May I have this dance, my lady?” says the Asian-accented guy as he pushes her towards him, causing me to loosen my grip on her. I blinked and opened my eyes to meet my worst nightmare, Shin Suzuki.

No, Bunny, he doesn’t get to get the first dance; I am your fucking husband, damn it!

You must be wondering why Shin and I don’t see eye-to-eye. To tell the truth, this is a very lengthy tale,

“Seems like I can finally have that dance, Mr. Monroe.”

Fucking no! Hell fucking no!Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I didn’t do anything more than just stand there and give Hinata a look that said, “Don’t you fucking get the message,” and then I walked away. I found myself walking toward Mr. Suzuki, the man who fucking needed to call his children into order. My wife is the target of one of them, while I am the target of the other.

“Dante Monroe, you sure have a beautiful and talented wife, and a smart one at that.” He said this as he sipped his champagne and raised his glass. It makes no difference to me; we have to talk about the contract right now. Despite the fact that patience is not one of my stronger traits, I have maintained my composure.

“The contract…” I was cut off by the man.

“About that, it has been finalized; rumors have it that your wife is no longer a part of the company, so I wanted to confirm, which is why I called you down here, and oh my God, Lola Monroe proved me wrong. “About that, it has been finalized; rumors have it that your wife is no longer a part of the company. She presented her ideas in the same manner as she did five years ago. However, this time she was as tough as a nut, and she reduced the shares I was entitled to receive. But, boy, she made me an offer that I couldn’t refuse, even though it meant giving up 10% of the share I had in the business. Lola is much clearer in articulating exactly what it is that she wants.”

Lola closed the deal for me. She did it! But how? She handed in her resignation; how the hell did she manage to sign the contract when she was no longer an employee of the Monroe Group?

Because I didn’t want Mr. Suzuki to get the impression that my marriage was on the verge of failing, I cocked my head to the side and gazed adoringly at my wife. I’m a quarter of the way through my divorce.

“She sure is a charmer, that one.” I made a remark.

“And a keeper; you are one lucky man, Dante Monroe. Don’t hurt her.” I looked at the man, and he was right.

I can’t afford to screw this up. I need Lola like I need air to breathe and water to survive.

My ride or die

I turned my head directly toward Shin, and the motherfucker grinned at me as he jerked his head quickly toward the curve in Lola’s neck. I stared at Shin for a good minute.

Breath Dante! Don’t do anything stupid.

I had to repeat that to myself. Shin and I have a history, and he has never liked me. It’s not like I like him too. I once fucked his girlfriend senseless when I came down to Japan a few years back to meet with his family for the first time. He took me out to show me the city; it was his father’s order. We had too much to drink that night. The girl came to me. I was drunk, and she told me she was single. I mean, I fucking met the girl at the same club Shin and I went to, how the fuck was I supposed to know she was his girlfriend and that she lied to me? Shin has been obsessed with everything that belongs to me. It seemed like he really liked the girl. But that girl is just a bitch. Now he wants my wife, but the good thing is I will be getting rid of him soon.

I was walking close to them when I noticed that his hand was dangerously close to her ass. Lola, however, stomped right on his foot and then stalked away from him as soon as she saw what was happening. Shin looked more than pissed off, not that I cared anymore. I smiled.

She’s mine, buddy!

I was halted in my tracks when I heard the clicking sound made by a champagne glass, and everyone else turned their attention to the person who made the clicking sound. “Today my third daughter got married. I couldn’t be happier with how everything has turned out, so I invited a young couple from the state to come and talk to us about how they’ve managed to stay successful throughout the years. Mr. Monroe, please kindly share with us.”

Fucking great!

I scanned around, looking for one particular person, my wife. When I did finally locate her, she had her eyes fixed directly on me. I walked up to her, probably anticipating what I had to say about marriage because Lola and I know nothing about marriage. “Marriage isn’t for two perfect people; it’s for two imperfect people who walk hand in hand through the good times and the bad on their way to becoming perfect together. Through the process of marriage, we converge toward a common goal of perfection. I was probably around 16 years old when I first met my wife, and she was probably around 9 years old at the time. When she approached me, I saw her as this annoying girl who had just moved next door, but she asked me something at her age that I couldn’t turn down. No brother has ever hurt their princess, so I granted her wish. When I first met her, I found her to be very annoying; however, as time went on, she grew on me and became someone I looked forward to seeing every day. She made me want to do better. As more time went by, I started to realize the importance of keeping my promise. We were friends and still are. She is the most stunningly beautiful woman I have ever had the pleasure of beholding. As tears welled up in her eyes, I said this while holding her hand. “If you want to have a happy home, let her have the upper hand in every argument. Let her be in control; allow her to do the things that make her happy and spoil her.” the audience laughed. I paused and looked at her, hunger evident in my eyes. I fucking can’t take it anymore. I want her, “I love you, Mrs. Monroe. You are the missing piece in my puzzle; I would be nothing without you. You and our kids mean the world to me.” When she smiled, something went to my dick; it became rigid, and I could feel drops of pre-cum leaking from the tip of my dick. She smiled again, and the same thing happened. I smashed my lips into hers and hungrily claimed her. She was mine, and I am not going to give anyone else the opportunity to take what is mine.