Fake dating my enemy, The playboy billionaire

Jun’s pov....

"Bunny, no one in this world can take care of you the way I do. So unless you have a real valid reason to reject me at the end of this deal don’t even think about anything else. Wherever you go, you’ll see me behind you."

A lone tear rolls off her eyes.

"I-I don’t wany to hurt you."

"You will hurt me more by leaving me."

She shakes her head, "You don’t understand. You deserve someone you can grow old with, share laughter and happiness. Have lots of cute kids. Someone like your sisters in law."

I wipe the tears from her eyes but they are never ending , so I kissed her eyes hoping to drink all her sorrow and leave only the smile behind. "I see all that with you."

"You will become like my papa with me. And I’ll never let that happen to anyone, least of the man who deserves so much in life that a sick girl like me can never give him." She pushes me off her and saunters to the bathroom.

I stop her by holding her wrist, "You are not going anywhere unless you explain that."

She turns and crashes into me so hard that we fell on the bed, her lips crashing on mine, invading my senses.

She’s in pain—not physical but emotional. I have no fkng idea what’s causing that.

Her hand slide inside my pyjama pants, rubbing and working on my throbbing cock. I was already on the edge and that the small action doesn’t take her much time that my body is shaking, my mind turning blank as my orgasm gush out of me.

Joined by a string of saliva, heads on each other, nose brushing, we both breathe each other. A tear fell from her eyes and rolls down my cheek.

"Talk to me, my love. I can see the same longing in your eyes for me as I do."

She pecks my lips and pushes on my chest to balance herself on feet, taking her warmth away from me, locking herself inside the bathroom before I can reach.

I bang my fist on the door, "Yiren,"

No reply. And then I hear soft sobs through the door.

I hit it again, "Please talk to me. Tell me what it is. We can fix it. I promise."

Her sobs got louder and it fucking hurts she’s doing this to herself, to me, and won’t tell me the reason.

I hear her sobs and soft whimpers for eternity—the distance she put between us killing us both from either sides of the door. I want to do so much for her, for this relationship, for us, for our future, but how can I when every time I take a step forward she takes two back.

Slowly her sobs turn into hiccups and then silence...

Complete silence.

I bring the spare keys to unlock the door, opening it gingerly to not hurt her if she fell asleep on the floor near the door.

My heart squeezes when I see her curled up in the bathtub, dried tears on her cheeks.

I pick her, and my heart bleeds more when I hear her mumbling my name like a chant.

If the feelings are mutual then why the pain.

As I tug her on the bed and kisses away the frown on her face, she holds my hand in sleep, mumbling....

"I love you. I’m sorry."

Oh Yiren, I join her in bed, scooping her to rest her head on my chest. I know she loves sleeping like this.

"I love you. I’m sorry."

"Shh... sleep, bunny..."

I press on the pressure points on her naked back as taught my grandpa, to relax the tension out of her body. He is an ancient medicine practitioner.

I don’t know what’s bothering her but whatever it is- it’s keeping her away from me. This has to change. I reach out for my phone on the nightstand and send a message to that one person who knows everything about Yiren and can help me out.

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Yiren’s pov....

I’m not surprised when I wake up and find myself in bed, tucked. But unlike my daily mornings I’m missing the warmth of my human pillow. But the aroma of fresh coffee answered all the questions.

As I freshen up really quick and went down into the kitchen hot coffee was waiting for me. But it’s not the coffee made my heart beat like jungle drums but a bunch of wildfowers with a note, ’Little wild, a little chaotic, but absolutely perfect... just like you.’

Oh Jun. I don’t want to start my day with tears but this guy is too much. I have been called lot of cheesy things in my life, but never someone compared me to wildflowers. This one is definitely my favourite.

I’m so tired of being a victim of my fucked up fate. I want to move forward but the fear is so much rooted in me that I cannot let it go.

The worst I’m so deep into Jun, that I cannot let him go either.

Jun is my forever friendship, a beautiful connection, a warm hug in lonely nights, a strong shoulder in sadness, and a gentle voice when I’m nervous. He is becoming my Mr dependable.

I tuck a wildflower behind my ear, and step out where he is having his coffee. Not sure if it’s the waterfall that made the scenery look so beautiful or the presence of the world’s most handsome man. I snatch his coffee and settle on his lap. Only because there was nothing to sit. Nothing else.

The bags under his eyes say he barely slept last night. Courtesy of me.

He kisses my cheeks, "Morning, Bunny. Did you slept well?"

"I did. But looks like you didn’t."

I catch a tender smile as he fixes the wild flower behind my ear, "Kinda challenging when I had to hug your naked fragrant body. I’m not complaining though. Feel free to do it every night."

I slap him on chest. Already making me blush. Jeez. "I’m sorry for last night."

"Don’t be. You are allowed to feel that way. All this is new and I’m not being patient enough with you." He runs a hand through my untamed morning hair.

"It’s not you, Jun."

He kisses my forehead, "Will you ever tell me what’s bothering you? If this is meant to end, the least I deserve a reason. And I’ll rather you talk to me instead of leaving me to search for answers."

"It’s me. I wanted to give us a chance but it’s—it’s---" There’s a tightness in my chest. I have been thinking about this entire night. He squeezes my hand giving me the courage. I took a deep breath, "I’m carrying my mom’s fked up genes. Alzheimers- that’s my future, Jun. Not you."