If so, then you might also remember that Vassi made his first appearance with the bonus chapter I added to Drawn.
Weeeeeell, I thought I should share this bonus chapter here since it has a lot to do with the events in When I Love.
Anyway, without further ado---
Vassi Grachyov is perfect. Shiny blond hair, bad-boy-glint in his shimmery silver eyes, and oh, that tattoo at the base of his back---
I jump at the silky sound of Yuki’s voice, which successfully yanks me out of my fantasies just as warning bells ring insistently inside my still-hazy mind. He’s smiling at me ever so nicely, but his baby blues are blazing. Oh, blast it. I did it again, didn’t I?
“Sorry.” I wince at how squeaky my voice sounds, which is bad since I’m supposed to be this hotshot mangaka who just scored a major deal with a Japanese animation studio.
Drawn: His Secret Toy will be adapted into a three-season anime, and Yuki’s reserved the largest meeting room in his father’s fancy L.A. headquarters to hold auditions for seiyuu or voice actors.
We’re down to the last candidate, who – as far as I’m concerned – is also the best candidate. In fact, he’s the only one who can do the role of Shinta justice.
Both guys are still looking at me.
“Umm, did I miss something?”
A slow sexy smile curves on Vassi Grachyov’s lips and it takes everything in me not to go fangirl on him and squeal.
And then he asks, “I was asking if I can put my shirt back on now?”
I feel Yuki glaring at me as I stammer, “Uhh, yes, of course.” Bloody, bloody, bloody hell. He’s going to kill me for this.
Vassi’s pulling his shirt back over his head, and even the way he does it oozes with sensuality. He really is perfect for the role. He’s so hot I’m sure his voice alone is going to make the girls moan, just like how I do when I think of Yuki---
“Senpai.” This time Yuki doesn’t sound so angelic anymore. He’s growling, and that’s a very, very bad sign.
I open my eyes, smiling weakly at the way Vassi is smirking. Bloody hell. Maybe he thinks I’m fantasizing about him?
“I really hope I get selected for the role, Katerina,” Vassi murmurs as he comes forward to shake my hand.
Drat. Even the way he sounds my name is sexy. I decide then and there I’ve made up my mind. He will be the male lead for my anime.
I beam at him, about to offer my hand when Yuki deftly steps in front of me and shakes Vassi’s hand instead. “I’ll give you a call as soon as we make decisions.”
The moment the door closes behind Vassi, I immediately say, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do it!”
Yuki turns to me, and he’s smiling.
Not a good sign at all!
“Senpai, what did I tell you about fantasizing?”
“I swear to God I was not fantasizing about him.”
“Even so. You remember what I told you about not letting other guys see that look on your face, don’t you?” He starts walking toward me, a god bent on meting out divine punishment for poor mortals who aren’t smart enough to know not to mess with him. And I always do end up messing with him, even if I don’t want to. It’s like a bloody curse I can’t shake.
I scramble to the opposite side just before Yuki reaches me, putting the entire conference table between us. If I scream for help right now, will his dad’s employees rescue me?
“I just think he’s really perfect for the role,” I cry out, trying not to sound defensive but failing.
My sincerity must have gotten to Yuki. He’s stopped pursuing me like a predator bent on cornering his prey --- but then he says, “Senpai, how can he be perfect when you’ve actually chosen his stepsister to perform opposite him?”
Oh, for heaven’s sake! He doesn’t have to make it sound like I’m promoting incest. “They’re step siblings!”
“Since they were kids,” Yuki retorts, exasperation underlining his voice.
“But I really have a feeling about this,” I insist.
Yuki starts circling me again, and I hurriedly move around the table, not sure if I want Yuki to catch me in this mood he’s in.
“I can see where your mind’s going with this, senpai, and I’m telling you now. It won’t work. This is real life and your penchant for matchmaking your manga characters won’t work this time.”
I look over my shoulder to argue my point and let out a little shriek instead. Yuki’s already standing next to me. I haven’t even heard him moving. Bloody ninja god!
Before I can say anything, Yuki’s cupped my face and kisses me. I melt. I always do. His lips move over mine confidently, possessively, his tongue moving in a way that has me closing my eyes while the ground underneath me slips away, making me feel like I’m floating.
When he pulls away, I’m a little dazed.
That has me snapping out of my sensual haze and I glare up at him. “Arse,” I mutter under my breath, but even I know I don’t sound like I mean it. How can I when I’m just more than a little breathless, my legs pressed closely together to keep my body from, umm, completely responding to Yuki’s kiss.
Yuki only chuckles, his knowing gaze studying my flushed face.
But even so, there’s a tender light in those eyes that makes me sigh. These days, I can’t really make myself stay mad at Yuki. “I really want him for the role, Yuki,” I tell him. I just have this feeling about Vassi Grachyov that I can’t shake. I picture him and Seri together – perfect.
Yuki takes my hand. “We’ll see,” is all he says as he tugs my hair, the affection in the touch taking away the sting of his noncommittal answer.
I tell myself to be satisfied with that. Since his father is co-producing, I just have to work hard at making Yuki see things from my point of view.
Just as we’re about to leave the conference room, my phone beeps. It’s Vassi – how did he get my number? It was nice finally meeting THE senpai I’ve heard so much about.
Yuki snatches my phone from me.
“Yuki, no!” Bloody hell. Why does it feel like I’m always saying those words?
His eyes rapidly scan the message on my screen. “What a lovely message, senpai. I can see why it’s made you blush.”
My own eyes widen. “I did not blush. Okay, I did. But it was because I---Yuuuki!” He’s pushed me against the door, pressing my body forward just as his fingers swiftly work its way under my school skirt.
“Yuki.” I can’t help moaning his name.
“Are you sure I’m the one you are thinking and not him?”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. “You’re seriously jealous?” I gasp.
“After this afternoon’s embarrassing display of gushing, what do you think, senpai? You practically thanked him fifty times just for coming.”
Yuki and his bloody one-liners.
In a rough gritty tone, he whispers in my ear, “What the fuck was that – Fifty Shades of Grateful?”
I choke back a giggle at his unexpected quip, but it soon turns into a whimper of indescribable pleasure as Yuki flicks my most sensitive spot.
“What do you think senpai? Should I be jealous?”
Twisting my head around to look into his baby blues, I say earnestly, “But Yuki, I was just totally blown away at how he looked like you. I wanted someone hot enough to at least have a chance to look as beautiful as you are.”
When he doesn’t say anything, I try turning around but Yuki pushes me harder against the door, and the reason dawns on me a moment a later. “You’re blushing, aren’t you?”
Yuki flips me around but before I can tease him some more, he’s kissing me again, his lips and tongue moving to match the rhythm the stroke of his fingers.
I curl my arms around his neck, wanting to tease him some more but I forget even my name when his fingers start moving faster.
Yuki shudders when I moan. “How the hell is it possible that you get sexier and sexier each day?”
I can only moan at his words and Yuki groans at the sound again, his body pressing hard against mine. His fingers suddenly slide in, slowly and surely, a sensation that’s still so wondrously new it makes my head spin. When he pushes me up against the door, I instinctively let Yuki carry my weight as I wrap my legs around his waist.
“Aishiteru,” I whisper, needing to say the words.
Yuki grits his teeth as I say it, and I feel his heart slamming against his chest as he pulls our bodies closer together. “Look at me, senpai,” Yuki growls.
So I do, knowing my eyes are hazy with desire and love.
“I love you.” I gasp when Yuki pulls his fingers out as he says the words and then I gasp again when he thrusts them back in, harder, faster, and the cycle of stormy pleasure starts as his lovely fingers drive me out of my mind, my body completely surrendering to his touch.
My head lolls back. There’s no time, no way to think. I’m just so full of Yuki in every way I can only make whimper and wait.
That sexy low growl of Yuki is my undoing, but I want this with him and not just for me. As he pressed hard on that tiny tingling spot between my legs, I manage to work my hand between us and stroke.
Yuki curses, and then his jean-clad hips are moving, rubbing his hardness against me. I cry out his name, and he groans mine as we both come.
Outside the conference room, I’m busy tucking my shirt back into my skirt when I hear a familiar voice say, “Hello again.”
Oh. My. God.
Vassi Grachyov is back, and the gleam of amusement in his gaze tells me he knows what Yuki and I have been, umm, up to. I want to die, and I think Yuki is embarrassed, too, the way he suddenly coughs and clears his throat.
And then suddenly he curls a possessive arm around my waist, pulling me close. Oh, wow. Even though we’re going out officially now, he’s still never this touchy-feely.
“We had not realized you were waiting for us,” Yuki says.
“It’s all right,” Vassi answers smoothly. “I can see that the two of you were, ah, understandably busy.”
A squeak of embarrassment escapes me. I glance at Yuki, and he has this angelic smile on his face that immediately puts me on guard. Oh no. That’s bad---
“Yes,” Yuki says ever so politely. “We were quite busy. I had to make her come---”
Yuki looks at me in all innocence. “---come understand why this is a very risky move, pairing you and your stepsister together.”
Bloody, bloody, bloody sneaky god!
All I can do is glare at him.
“Right, senpai?” He says it oh-so-sweetly, his baby blues gleaming in a way that makes my heart go ba-thump. Arse. The freaking arse always knows what to say to make me melt.
When we look back at Vassi, I’m a little stunned to see his face hard, his lips unsmiling. Earlier, he’s all wicked charm, deliberately making Yuki jealous, but now he’s so serious it’s almost scary and the reason for his sudden transformation becomes obvious with his next words.
“I want this job,” he says quietly, flatly. “With Seri. No matter what you want from me I’ll do it. I just want this job for the two of us.”
I squeeze Yuki’s hand, thrice. It’s all I can do not to squeal. Oh my God, oh my God, I was right about Vassi and his stepsister! My imagination threatens to go overboard, thinking up storylines that I can use for the two of them.
Yuki clears his throat.
When I look at him, guilty once again for fantasizing, Yuki appears exasperated. Concentrate, those baby blues tell me.
I’m trying, my own green ones tell him back. But it’s hard!
Yuki glances back at Vassi. “You understand there will be waves about this?”
“It will work out in the end.” The words are delivered matter-of-factly, something that only someone as self-assured and gorgeous as Vassi Grachyov can say. I can’t say I’m surprised. He isn’t the most popular idol in Japan and Europe for nothing.
Yuki and Vassi still seem to be sizing up each other. I try to be quiet and patient but in the end I can’t bear it any longer. “We’re hiring you,” I practically blubber, nearly jumping in my excitement. “We’ll pair you with Seri!”
Vassi’s face softens, and that’s the only sign of relief we get from him. It’s more than enough. Oh, he is so in love with Seri! I just know!
I throw my arms around Yuki when the actor leaves us again, every pair of eyes from every woman working at the executive reception area trailing after him. “Told you I’m right! They’re in looooove!”
“Senpai, he’s a world-famous playboy.”
“Don’t care. They’re in loooooooove.”
“She’s his stepsister.”
“It’s not impossible,” I tell him. “I got you, didn’t I? Nothing’s impossible after that.” I beam up at him.
Yuki exhales his breath. Then he smiles, the sight of it making my knees go weak especially when he says, “Ah, senpai. What else can I do if you say it like that?” He suddenly cups my face, kissing my forehead, my nose, and then he places the sweetest kiss on my lips.
“You’re right,” he says softly. “They’re in loooooooooove.”
My eyes water. “You’re so cute when---”
Yuki’s eyes narrow.
Bloody hell – I forgot!
“Yuki,” I wail. “It just slipped out---Yuki!” Before I can run away, he’s already caught hold of me and drags me back into the conference room in one swift move.
The sound of the door slamming shut makes me jump, and when Yuki stalks toward me, I freak out and scramble backwards to avoid him.
“I didn’t mean it!”
“Of course you did,” Yuki says, but he’s smiling as he does, and it confuses me. Then I bump something from behind and I realize too late what he’s up to. The next thing I know, Yuki has lifted me up on the table. I quickly snap my legs closed when I realize how I’m sprawled like a human offering.
Yuki takes a step back.
Again, I’m confused until I see him reaching for his school tie. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, Yuki slowly taking off his uniform in front of me, and my fingers literally itch at the sight. I’m drawing this. I’m so drawing this on my ceiling.
Yuki’s smile turns dangerously sexy. “But it’s all right, senpai, because I know exactly how to make you pay.”
Bloody hell. Can I draw that, too? Can I draw him while we’re shagging? Or should it be shagging while we’re drawing---oh, bugger it! I’m always a mass of confusion every times Yuki is intent on seducing me.
Someone knocks hesitantly on the door. “Himura-san?”
My eyes widen, breath hitching in my throat when the knob rattles. I only let myself breathe again when the door doesn’t open, Yuki having the presence of mind to lock it earlier.
“Yes, Marika?” Yuki’s unbuttoning his shirt now and tossing it away as well, leaving his lean hard chest bare. Just the sight of it makes me gawk. I know. I should be used to seeing it, but I just can’t. He’s that…hot.
“Mr. Grachyov has already left. Would you like me to call the limousine to the front now?”
“Later, Marika. I’m still busy here. I’ll call if I need you. But until then---”
Yuki walks back to me, reaching out to slowly peel away my school jacket and then unbuttoning my blouse. I shiver at the way his gaze devours every inch of skin his fingers expose. I have to bite my lip hard just so I don’t moan his name out loud.
Blast him! He’s just too friggin’ sexy for my own good.
Yuki suddenly smiles. And then he says, “No interruptions while I am making my girlfriend come.”
Ha! Does he think I’m going to fall for that again?
This time I wait for him to add something else.
More time passes.
From the opposite side of the door, Marika says stiffly, “Understood, Himura-san.”
“Yuuuuuuki!” Oh my God, oh my God, I can’t believe he didn’t say anything!
“Sssh, senpai.” And then Yuki pushes me down the table, teeth pulling my bra down, intent on doing as promised.
“It’s time to make you pay.” And then his head moves lower, his teeth nipping something even more sensitive, and I don’t say a word for hours after that because I’m too busy, umm, paying.