บททั้งหมดของ Chasing Kitsune: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Am I weird that I didn’t care about her getting fucked on the hood of a car moments ago? Mabe. But I don’t have a claim to her. It isn’t like we are dating or married. We had sex one time. Okay, so it was more than one time, but it was one night, so whatever. I’m not some neanderthal that had delusions of her being mine just because we slept together. This is, after all, the woman I first saw having an orgy. I was already aware she sleeps with who she wants when she wants. And I respect the hell out of that. But I’m pretty sure I’m digging my own grave as I’m pointing out her ‘protest’ wasn’t all that effective in actually being a protest. It was influential in turning people on, me included. But that’s about it.Her nose had wrinkled, and her eyes had narrowed. If looks could kill, I would

It was awkward, to say the least, to be left standing in underwear in a stranger’s apartment with a stranger glancing at me with a smirk. A stranger who just got kissed twice by the girl whose mouth was not so long ago around my cock. This was a strange day indeed. And something tells me if I stay involved with Yūri, this was just the tip of the iceberg. “So, how’d you meet our girl?” Sebastian asked, smiling at me as he leaned over to toss my pants at me. “You seem uncomfortable.” he commented. “Slightly. Generally, if I’m undressed around other guys, it’s a locker room.” I shrugged but quickly put my pants on.  “I was at the protest a few weeks back.” I stated, looking for my shirt. He raised a dark brow as his eyes raked over me like trying to place me. “I don’t remember seeing you. And trust me, I’d remember if you were with us.” he winked. I rolled

I can’t believe she’s here. She’s a total fox in that kimono. I’ve seen my share of women wearing kimonos growing up in this shop, but none have looked even half as good as Yūri. Meanwhile, I know I look like a square in mine. I’d instead be wearing a suit like the stiff that’s here with her and her friend. This Hichario guy is giving me the creeps. I don’t think he likes me very much. Not really fair of him, given he doesn’t even know me. “You met at the protest? So you are friends with her boyfriends Trevor and Sebastian?” Mayu asked. I internalized my annoyance as the girl called them Yūri’s boyfriends.“I’m acquainted with them. I wouldn’t say we’re friends.” I commented, focusing on the steps of the tea ceremony. “They are not her boyfriends. You sho

I groaned, rubbing my hand over my face. This woman is going to give Rickie a heart attack or something. Poor guy is totally unprepared for the likes of Yūri Hatake. Then again, I don’t think any man is prepared for this woman. “Stop messing with him.” I called out as I wrapped a sheet around my waist. “Why? I’m having fun. His face is almost the same shade of red as his hair. It’s adorable. Never hooked up with a fire crotch before.” Yūri laughed, glancing over her shoulder at me before eyeing poor Rickie. I rolled my eyes, stepping up behind her placing my arms around her waist. “Stop terrorizing my co-worker.” I sighed, kissing her cheek as I pulled her kimono closed.“Um... I…” Rickie still couldn’t form coherent sentences. “I think I broke him.” Yūri pouted. &l

***1972***A copycat! A mother fucking copycat! Whoever had the balls to copy me, to make it look like I was killing low-level nobodies… I’m going to cut their head off and put it on a chain to wear on my belt. They are going to suffer. Oh, they going to suffer. I managed to contain my anger the entire drive back to my car. “So am I going to see you again?” Hibiki asked as he parked next to my Camaro. “Do you want to?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. He gives me a look that clearly says, ‘are you serious.’ “Is that really a question?” he chuckled. “Then you will.” I nodded, moving to get out. “How will I find you?” he asked, grabbing my arm before I could get too far. I smirked. “You’re the cop. I’m sure you can figure