My Husband's Wedding- Chapter Eight

My Husband’s Wedding

Witch-Mistress-Animaru

8: After the Wedding

Sakura stared gloomily outside her shop. It’s been two weeks after Tomoyo’s and Eriol’s wedding, and the two are off on their honeymoon. Business has been terrible for the whole week, and it seems that this day is the worst yet. She didn’t even have on-lookers, just a few hurrying passers-by. She was so irritated that she sent Kioko to fetch Xiao Chen instead of doing it herself. She had just left, and Sakura instructed her to bring her son home.

She stood up from the counter, and started walking around the shop.

“Maybe we should close the shop earlier than usual today,” She said with a sigh. “It’s no use, nobody seems to want to get ma—” The words stopped abruptly when she heard the door swing open, and the wind chimes carried wonderful news: customers.

With a smile unfolding in her lips, Sakura turned and greeted the newcomers.

“Good day, sir, ma’am! What can our shop offer—” Once again, she failed finishing her sentence as she saw who her customers were

“Li, Keira.” She said without a stutter, and congratulated herself silently for being able to compose herself quickly. “What brings you here, in my humble shop?”

“Ah, Sakura,” Keira started sweetly, “You see, we are getting married! And since you’re my stepsister, I, um, we…decided to—”

“But that’s impossible!” She blurted out loud, then quickly realizing what she said, blushed scarlet and bowed her head down. Her employees looked at them curiously.

“Forgive me. I mean, congratulations! Of course, I take it, you wish me to plan your wedding? For what else can you be here for?” She smiled at the pair in front of her, although she felt her heart break once more. “I can only be delighted!” Her voice sounded too hearty for her liking.

Yeah, I’ll be delighted…to destroy your wedding, dear stepsister…

Then her thoughts drifted back to her own uncelebrated wedding. A bitter taste rose from her throat, to the back of her tongue.

“The wedding of the year, won’t it be? What with a famous businessman for a fiancé, I must say you are lucky, Keira…Unlike other women whose weddings remain hidden, and in secret.” She added sarcastically, stressing on the words ‘hidden’ and ‘secret,’ and saw Syaoran’s face darken with anger. She quickly smiled, a smile that hid her satisfaction.

“Ah, Keira, love,” Syaoran said which made her cringe inside. “Will you leave me and your stepsister alone for a few minutes? I wish to settle an old score with her, and to talk about a very important matter.” He was speaking to Keira, but his eyes never left Sakura’s face.

“Can’t I come, too, Syaoran-kun?” Keira said, a little too childishly.

“Iie, I’m afraid, love,” He said, then added, “Please, just a moment?” And Keira pouted her lips, like a child who lost her balloon.

“But, a few minutes only!” She said as they turned to her office.

“Follow me to the office, Li.” She said indifferently, not bothering to wait for him. She feels deaf from the mad thudding of her heart.

She told her staff not to bother them, and once they entered, she gestured him toward a seat and closed the door behind her with a shut. Then she seated herself comfortably on her chair in front of the only desk.

For a moment, no one spoke. The tension was mounting; the silence deafening and overbearing that Sakura chose to break the silence and have this confrontation over with.

“Ah. So, what is it that you wish to talk about in private, Li?” She said calmly, though she felt she was shaking inside.

“Will you cut the hypocrisies, Sakura?” He shouted loudly at her.

“Please don’t shout,” She said, still in a calm manner. She doesn’t intend this meeting to be in his terms, but hers instead. “Be minded that this room is not sound-proof; unlike you, I cannot afford such things.”

“I told you. Cut it.” He growled in a much lower voice this time, although the anger was still there.

She lost her temper shortly.

You have some nerve to be angry?

“Okay.” She said, slowly losing her composure. “But you know, the nerve of you, really! You expect me to plan your wedding without further ado? Aren’t you scared that I’ll destroy it? Ha! As if you’re legible to marry; you seem to forget you are still married to me.”

He looked stunned for a moment, but quickly hid it.

“It isn’t my idea, but Keira’s. Of course, it’s natural, you’re almost sisters, so I agreed. And anyway, about our…relationship, I say, that is why I came here in the first place. I want a divorce. You surely would not want to mix business with our personal troubles, I say? That would be highly unprofessional on your side…”

For a while, she wanted to scream at him, tell him all the pain he caused her.

“I — of course. A divorce is what you want, then?” Then added recklessly, “What if I refuse to give it to you?” She challenged, feeling her temper reach the boiling point.

“Oh, you will.” He said arrogantly, almost surely. She caught a glimpse of the businessman side of this man, and it only infuriated her more. “Now that you have — what was his name? — Xiao Chen, I think, in your life, why bother make things difficult for us? But of course, it could be that he is just yet another plaything for you, dear Sakura.”

“Of course not…” She said softly, just remembering her ‘boyfriend.’ “I love him so…” Syaoran’s eyes narrowed with fury with the dreamy look in her eyes, but Sakura did not see it, being lost in her own thoughts.

“Really, Sakura?” He said sarcastically, “Just as you loved me, Akira, Takashi, Himeno, and…” Slap. She didn’t want him to finish the insulting remark, and her hand met his cheek, which made him stop talking almost abruptly.

-Lemon Alert-

“Don’t dare…do…that…again!” He spoke each word with vehemence, and before she knew it, his lips locked with hers in a crushing, punishing kiss.

Sakura stared in shock, but quickly lost all sane thoughts as the kiss meant to punish softened. She closed her eyes, and her arms encircled Syaoran’s neck as he began to coax her lips to open, which she did only willingly…

Then his lips went down on her throat, behind her ears, inside them, licking, sucking; his lips left a trail of soft butterfly kisses which sent shivers down her spine. His hands began to fumble on the buttons of her dress, opening them hurriedly, but not carelessly.

She arched her back as the blouse she was wearing fell gracefully on the floor, giving him full access to her covered breasts.

He unsnapped her brassiere; cupped them with both hands and he began squeezing them. She moaned to his mouth which was locked with hers.

His lips left hers and began to travel down her breasts; he nibbled, suckled, and squeezed the two mounds. She could only moan in delight.

He pulled down her skirt and she started to undress him, removing his business suit, his slacks, until he stood there nearly naked.

His hands began to roam her body, and she returned the pleasure eagerly. Soon the two of them were stark naked, and they were both lying on the floor. He was whispering sweet-nothings in her ear, his warm breath fanning her face. She could feel goose bumps all over. Then he was on top of her, positioning himself comfortably…

“Syaoran, please...” She whispered, and arched her back and elongated herself to meet him halfway. He gave a frustrated groan and drove deep into her. She moaned in pleasure…

“You’re so tight, Sakura…this feels like our first time...” He whispered to her.

She met every thrust and he continued to kiss him passionately, not really hearing what he said. She felt herself get carried to the zenith and when he exploded inside her, she felt a burst of happiness overcome her.

He laid himself on top of her, breathing heavily. For a moment, they remained silent. Then Syaoran got up and began to dress, and she soon did, too. She refused to meet his eyes.

She felt awful. She knew they were still married, but somehow, the fact that Keira was just outside the room made her feel guilty.

She knew she looked distraught, and she calmed herself before turning to him. Gone was the fiery amber eyes filled with passion and desire; they were replaced, once more, by cold glassy ones. They stared at her hard, and she felt herself flush.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly. She felt her heart break yet again.

What, you’re sorry that you kissed me? You’re sorry that you even touched me? She felt a lump form in her throat, and her eyes started to water. She furiously blinked back the tears.

Syaoran saw how Sakura’s eyes grew misty, and for a moment he wanted to hug her, comfort her…But his pride refused him to do so.

“It’s okay,” She said in a false calm voice. “You’re a good fuck, Syaoran, as always.”

Syaoran’s eyes flashed red, and he held her fast in the wrists.

“What? A good fuck, Sakura? Is that what I was always to you? Why, did this Xiao Chen fellow never made you come?”

“How dare you!” She said and tried to twist herself away from him, but before she could do so, he let go of her and his face was stony once more.

“Anyway, you are right. It’s just for the sake of the good old times, isn’t it? Of course, as always…” He shook his head. “I’m only sorry I didn’t see the real you the first time…”

Ouch. That one hurt, however untrue it was. What hurt was the fact he never trusted her enough.

“Let us go.” She said abruptly, before he could insult her again. “Keira is waiting outside. Or have you forgotten?” She taunted, and then went out before he can manhandle her again.

“Don’t look so victorious. It’s simply lust, Sakura. I love her…” He said angrily, and her heart shattered all the more.

Of course, I’m a slut as you said years ago, right? She thought bitterly, wanting to retort, but thought better of it. And of course, you were taken by my super sweet stepsister, who’s such an angel, right, Syaoran?

She ignored him, and made to move outside the office.

Then, the phone rang.

“Hello, Sakura Wedding Planner and Dress Shop, how may I help you?” She asked, flustered.

“Mom!” A tiny voice said from the other line.

“Xiao Chen, sweetheart! Are you home already?”

“No, I’m still waiting for you.”

“Oh, sweetheart…I can’t come, I’m busy…”

“So I guess it’s Godmother?” He said, and she muttered her assent, eyeing Syaoran warily, whom she knew was listening to their conversation.

“Yes. Don’t worry; I’ll see you later. I love you!”

“Yup…Bye, mom…”

She put the phone down, and saw Syaoran with a taunting smile in his lips.

“Tsk, Tsk.” He said. “You’re too sweet. Is he like a child?” She stiffened, then managed a snappy retort.

“No. I treat him like that because I love him!”

He didn’t answer that. Then he spoke softly.

“The divorce papers are prepared. I’ll send them over, and no one need know about it. All they’ll need is your signature, then it’s over between us. Legally.”

“We’ll see.”

“Goodbye, then.” He said, refusing to answer back.

She opened the door of the office, but he pulled her out.

“You’ll say goodbye to us properly.” He said, and quickly dropped her hand as Keira came to view. She and the staff all looked normal, so they must not have heard their ‘little scene’ back in her office.

“Syaoran-kun!” Keira greeted him as if it’s been ages since they last saw each other. She ran towards Syaoran and kissed the lips that violated her body’s ‘privacy’ just minutes ago. She felt guilty once more, and quickly looked away, not noticing that Syaoran tilted his head so that Keira’s lips touched his cheek instead. Keira looked displeased. She was about to note Syaoran’s behavior, when, for the second time that day, the door opened.

“Konichiwa, everyone!” A joyful and familiar voice floated from the door.

Sakura turned pale. It was Kioko, and beside her was…

To be continued…