Trust and Dishonor

The Truth
They say that the truth will set you free.
But what people don’t tell you about the truth is the blatant, unforgiving exposure that it gives your privacy.
It tears peace and serenity away from your life.
It steals it.
And it forces you to come to terms with things you swept under the bridge.
It leaves you out in the cold.
This coldness is reality.
Because reality is what the truth is.
You cannot run away from reality.
You cannot run from the truth.
All you can do is trust it, because in the end, it will never dishonor you.

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Hey guys, this is a remake of Worlds Apart. It's going to be very different in many ways, yet there will still be similar attributes like the type of relationship Jun and the main girl had. I'm looking forward to writing this and I hope you all are looking forward to joining me on the ride.

konnichiwa hello chan,nice to see you again after so much time!!!!!!!!!!!
so this is a new story,does this mean, u r not going to continue worlds apart ??? that was eally the best i ever read!!! please continue!!!! I'M reading it for the second time at the moment and that other story jilted in disguise,was seemed to also very interesting!!! please continue all of ur works,don'T stop in the middle....I'm ur biggest fan

Hey metufanippon. This is actually a remake of Worlds Apart. It might be a bit confusing at first but it makes more sense later. I've changed that Aminata and Jun already know each other and that Aminata is an actress. I will show how they met at college (like the original) in flashbacks that might differ from the original a little bit.

This will still have the same elements of Worlds Apart but hopefully will be a bit better/more entertaining. Thank you!



Chapter 1

The after-party’s themed by the famous masquerade ball scene in the popular love story, Pride and Prejudice.

It was a splendid party. But not as much as the amazing show we’d just come from seeing. Now I knew what the craze over Arashi was. Now I understood the obsession with these men fully.

I was proud of them.

I was proud of him most of all.

But I knew that he wasn’t proud of me, if he even thought of me at anymore at all.

Even though I could be easily spotted, I stood in the shadows, at one corner of the spacious room of Sir Johnny’s room. He went by the name of Johnny Kitagawa. The Johnny Kitagawa. He was one of the most respected names in Japan Entertainment—the second largest entertainment industry in the world. So that was saying a lot.

He was a very impressionable man, as was his business. It housed the best of the best. And one of their best happened to be Arashi, one of the most popular boy bands in Japan.

Fifteen years into their business, and they were still flying sky high. They were a force to be reckoned with. No one could top them in their game.

They had women all across the globe crazy about them, their fans transcending past Japan alone.

I had become one of them, but in the most unorthodox of ways.

I sipped at the chilled champagne and reveled in the way it slithered down my throat. Then I watched the dense crowd again, trying to ignore where the commotion was coming from. But I’d think about his eyes, and my heart would vault, and then I’d helplessly look over at him standing with his group as they posed for pictures.

He was done up, the way he always was when on the clock. He had that daring look in his eyes that was undeniable. Eyes that had once been for me.

“Why are you standing all the way here? You know the cameramen are looking for you right?”

The familiar voice made me turn to find my fiancé, Oguri Shun, standing beside me. I smiled weakly at the twinkling eyes and cutting edge smile. His smile was hot enough to melt butter and his eyes were smoldering enough to keep a fireplace going.

“I feel so left out,” I said truthfully. Oguri had lowered his head to hear me properly from down where my head was. He was way taller than I was. The top of my head only went up to the base of his neck.

“I feel so weird when I’m in the middle of it all. Some people look at me funny,” I explained to him and he gave that lopsided smirk that was to die for while raising his head while scouring the party.

“Nobody is looking at you,” he said with ease and I frowned.

“Oh. Well thanks for letting me know that I’m not worth looking at,” I said with a playful pout that he laughed at.

“You look beautiful okay?”

I stifled the urge to smile. “Compared to all these superstars and their symmetrical faces and toned bodies? Ha! I so beg to differ.”

“Like you’re not a superstar yourself. The media is going crazy because you’re here.”

I couldn’t deny that. Being an American entertainer at a Japanese event appeared to be a big deal for some. I was deemed an ‘international superstar’ in the media’s words, and had taken Japan by storm when I had come four years ago, surprising them with my fluent Japanese. Even though the fact that my grandmother was part Japanese and Caucasian proved to be a good enough explanation for this—a good lie, my heritage still left some in awe. In truth, my grandmother was part Chinese, not Japanese, but I was told by worried publicists that this was a safer explanation to give the masses, so that they could at least accept me partially.

And I knew that deep down inside, I was accepted mostly because I was an entertainer. If this weren’t my profession, I wasn’t so sure how they would take to my race. As I stared up at my fiancé, a widely known and celebrated celebrity himself, I wondered if he would have accepted me had I not been a world renowned celebrity.

My name is Aminata Raynolds. I started out as a model, eventually earning the title Miss America at the tender age of twenty. That opened up a lot more doors, mainly into the acting world. My unusual appearance of aqua eyes and dark skin was said to be my niche, even though I tried to prove up and down that I did have some talent hidden within me. Unlike some actresses who slept their way into the industry, I had worked tooth and nail. I had taken acting lessons for as long as I could remember and could remember struggling for the better part of my life to get to where I was right now.

One might ask what a black woman was doing in Japan and why. Well, it all started in college when a certain someone literally bumped into my life, but that’s a whole other story.

“I like you just the way you are,” Oguri assured, never once getting tired of my complaints and I smiled at him yet again.

Oguri and I had met five years ago.

It was a long process, but when Oguri confessed his feelings for me, I was astounded. See, Oguri was never one to be judgmental. He always got to know a person first, which was why he didn’t mind my race at all.

Unlike some other people…

But that’s yet another story that I really don’t want to get into. Not right now at least.

“Come on, just relax and stop being a party pooper. Join the party and socialize,” he said and I couldn’t help but smile at him.

He was the perfect fiancé. He was the perfect guy. He was so laid back, while I was always taut as a tightened violin string ready to snap. He was the ying to my yang. He was my stress reliever. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better than him. Yet, for some reason…

“I can’t believe you’re falling for her crap. Don’t you know she’s just fishing for a compliment? It’s sickening watching you two.”

The voice made me turn around so fast and when I saw who was speaking I was caught so off guard that I jumped from being startled. Then, the inevitable happened. It just had to happen.

My drink just had to jump right along with me out of my tulip glass and aim right for the shirt of the guy who had interrupted my fiancé and I.

This was a perfect way to meet someone you hadn’t spoken to for over two years again.

His eyes shimmered darkly as he averted his glare between his thousand-dollar shirt and me.

“Hmmm….this should be interesting,” Oguri murmured behind me with a chuckle.

“—I—I’m sorry—“

“You…” he barely said the words, flashing fiery eyes at me as he peeled his sticky shirt from his chest. “Why am I surprised? You were always too damn clumsy for your own good.”

My fingers tightened around the stem of my tulip glass, so hard that I wouldn’t be surprised if the glass shattered.

“You were always such an a*shole!” I grated as an old hurt expelling from within me.

His brows drew together before he snarled at me. “Well guess who had talents of bringing out the a*shole in anyone! Even nun’s turn into bi—“

“Hey, hey, hey, is this how you guys are still going to interact? Still argue?” Oguri said with ease, stepping to our side as we continuously glared at one another. And that’s when I realized a crowd was forming because, as usual, everywhere that he went, a crowd would follow.

I swear if it weren’t for my fiancé making me realize that we were public figures, I would have splashed the remaining contents of champagne on this man’s face.

But even before I could succumb to those wishes, the guy suddenly looked around him, knowing that all eyes were on him.

All eyes were always on him.

And so he acted accordingly.

The stiff posture and the icy expression all melted away from him. Inhaling deeply, he took a napkin that a nearby groupie—okay, maybe she wasn’t a groupie, but she was really fast with coming to his aid and batting her lashes unnecessarily at him—and dabbed the remainder of liquid from his doused shirt.

Then he glanced up at me and put his acting chops to work.

The look in his usually hard eyes became slightly engaging along with the faint bow he bestowed me with.

“It’s okay. Everyone makes mistakes,” he said.

I was fuming, feeling like clouds of steam flushed out of my ears. How dare he?! He could only treat me well when others were looking? And why were they looking? Was he really that special?

Oh yeah, he was special. Who was I kidding?

But I had to be wise about how I reacted to the situation. I mean yeah, I could still splash the champagne in his face. I could still slap him for nearly calling me the ‘b’ word. I could still yell at him for the past and how my feelings were still rioting in the present.

But that was as good as suicide.

Since I was different, everyone watched my every action with a magnifying glass. Like they did him. That was probably the only similarity that we shared.

Swallowing with difficulty, I shifted in my heels and took a deep breath to brace myself for what I was about to do.

I gave him a stiff smile and bowed just as lightly as he’d once been doing.

“I’m sorry for inconveniencing you,” I murmured to him quietly, reluctantly.

He was looking at me as though I were something on auction that he wanted to purchase. Totally caught off guard because of this, I turned to my fiancé, who was watching us with intrigue. He was always intrigued from the way me and that guy interacted.

Because that guy was his best friend.

And it just tickled him that his best friend and future wife could not get along, and had never gotten along.

“I’m going to go refresh myself,” I said to him.

“You need to,” I heard that stupid guy murmur so inaudibly that no one but me and my fiancé heard. And probably that girl who was standing beside him because she giggled as if to say ‘ha! The guy that I like dissed you! Yay!’

Trying utmost not to roll my eyes, I openly kissed Oguri who took my glass from me while laughing at his best friend’s comments. Then I tried my best not to dash out of the ballroom as though the hounds of hell were chasing me. No, I couldn’t do that or else people would know that something was wrong.

People would know that he got to me.

By the time I reached the restroom, I was wiping my eyes.

I nearly threw myself over the marble sink, but braced my hands on the edge of it to keep me from falling. Oh my gosh. My entire body was trembling! My heart’s palpitations were harsh. My face was burning for unknown reasons. Ugh! Why did he make me react this way?

How could I be so dumb to think that coming back would be so easy? But I had no choice though. Oguri has said he missed home so much. He had stayed with me in America for so long. And I did love Japan, so I honestly didn’t mind being here. But I minded seeing Jun. When Oguri informed me that the men of Arashi would be performing their comeback single after a one-year hiatus for a drama that one of them was acting in, he told me that he had to attend. I mean, everyone wanted to attend. It was a whose who event. And typically assuming that I would want to join him, because I always wanted to go everywhere that Oguri went, he had already told the press that I was coming. Well, how could I refute that? How could I back down when newspapers already started yapping about my arrival?

There was no way to slip out of attending because they had made it such a big deal. I told myself that I was going to try and steer clear of garnering attention, but as one of three of the only black people in the Johnny’s Palace theatre, how could I?

When I found out that the event would be at Johnny’s Palace, I nearly went off at the handle. I did not want to go to a place that elicited memories from the past. Johnny’s Palace was structured somewhat like a palace, built ten years ago. Johnny Kitagawa had wanted his own place where his artists could perform and host events. It turned out to be more successful than anyone could ever imagine. It was to the point where even global entertainers performed here. Even the Michael Jackson had had his birthday here a few years back.

But it was more than just a place for celebrity festivities. For me, it was far more personal. Each cement wall, each refurbished marble floor, each silk curtain took me back to a time and place that was so bittersweet.

Once I refreshed in the bathroom, I pocked my head out into the empty hallway. From where I was, I could hear the distant ruckus of starved media and excited attendees. I was so surprised that my publicist, stylist and makeup artist hadn’t tracked me down yet. They could be so annoying sometimes, following someone everywhere that they went. I just wanted some peace and quiet. I wanted to be away from all the chaos.

I wanted to be away from him.

When I saw no one particularly bothersome in the hallway other than a passing waiter who smiled and nodded, I returned his gesture with a smile before slipping out of the bathroom. I had to pick up the heavy skirt of my gown and started down the hallway, revisiting places that I had once cherished so much. I took the back stairs that led me to the third floor where some bedrooms were located. The bedrooms were fit for a king, each a world of their own. My favorite was the fifth door down the hallway, for it was a feminine room themed with pink, cream, white, and deep red décor. I had never spent a night here, but I had hoped. A soft smile caressed my face as I went through the room, fingering the ornaments that conjured it up. It was still the same, but with a few newer furnishing that made it even more breathtaking.

My main aim was the French doors that led to my favorite part of the entire building. Unlocking the doors, I stepped out and indeed, my breath was taken. The balcony had not changed at all. Even with the vine roses that twined along the ledge and the bars that barricaded the balcony.

The view hadn’t changed either.

It goaded me to walk up to the edge of the balcony. To the left, an endless river gurgled in the night, reflecting the full moon and stars that showered the night. To the right was a wide expanse of land belonging to Johnny Kitagawa. What he was going to do with that land, nobody knew. I always found myself hoping he did nothing, because it was beautiful the way it was.

I inhaled a lungful of fresh air, closed my eyes, and smiled as I imagined being far away.

The naturalness of it all always gave me a sense of ease away from the crazy life that was Hollywood. As much as I enjoyed acting and all the endorsements and high-class living that came with it, I detested the dark side of the business. As a black woman it was hard enough. As acclaimed as I was, I kept being fed the same disrespecting roles up until I took a very daring role—the one that changed my life forever.

“I knew I’d find you here.”

My back stiffened at the sound of his voice and my eyes flew open. I nearly chocked even though there was really nothing for me to choke on.

I didn’t turn around.

Not because I was trying to be strong.

Because I was too afraid.

Not of him.

But of how I reacted to him.

Chapter 2

Maybe I should’ve turned around.

Maybe he wouldn’t have walked up to me and stood too close, so close that his front was pressed against my back. So close that his breaths stirred my hair.

My heart. Why was it beating so wildly? Ugh! Not this silliness again!

“It’s been a while, huh?” he said conversationally and it took all of me not to turn around and slap him.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked in a shaky voice.

“Doing what? Talking? Oh, or you mean talking without introducing myself? Well, the name is Matsumoto Jun, and I entertain for a living, so how about I entertain you?”

This time I whipped around, having to throw my head far back to get a good look at his face.

But I froze.

I froze when my heart rocketed to my throat to what lay ahead of me.

He no longer had the masquerade mask on. I could see him. The way the moonlight bathed his perfectly structured features. The way his dark brows pronounced his dark eyes. The way his hair, oh his hair, curled sexily over his forehead.

The way, the way he was looking at me…

A plethora of curse words nearly left my mouth but then I decided against it. Word games weren’t exactly the type of game you wanted to play with Jun if you planned on winning.

So I convinced myself that I was being mature about it by sidling him and going about my way.

But I should have known that I wasn’t going to get away that easy. Not when Matsumoto Jun was the one hot on my trails.

Strong fingers closed around my wrist and tagged until my back aligned with a wall. Quicker than I could blink the masquerade mask I’d been wearing had been ripped off. Then Jun’s face came so close to mine that the only thing that could fit between us was a single shred of hair.

When our lips nearly touched, electricity zipped through me and crackled around us. The hard, sparking eyes Jun gave me shamed all the nightlights burning in Tokyo.

We faced off for several moments, my heart racketing at my chest so alarmingly that I feared it would give.

Cursing under his breath, Jun suddenly stepped away from me with a grimace, as if his innards were being wrecked. Combing through his hair with his gangly fingers, he turned away and stumbled away from me until he was standing by the balcony. After hammering it with a fist, he turned to me again, this time looking at me accusingly and with hurt.

I mirrored his glare.

“Why did you have to come back?” he seethed.

“I had to support my friends!”

“Arashi aren’t your friends,” jamming his hands in his pockets, he walked up to stand in front of me. I could tell he was enjoying the way he towered over me with his height. And he also knew that if I looked straight ahead, that I could see his smooth chest.

His bowtie and collar were undone, and his shirt was unbuttoned down to the tip of his stomach.

“Last time I checked, Arashi had four other members besides Jun,” rolling my eyes, I spun on my heels, picked up my heavy dress and started to go the other way.

“I want you to leave by tomorrow.”

My steps came to a screeching halt and I spun around to face him.

“WHAT?!”

“You heard me,” Jun said as he took a slow step closer. “I want you gone by tomorrow.”

I harrumphed. Then I began to laugh. Then I began to laugh really hard. Then I began to laugh really hard while holding my stomach.

Then as Jun looked at me awkwardly, I stopped laughing at the shooting pain in my stomach.

Groaning in discomfort, I tried to shift the corset bounded around my stomach.

“This thing is too freaking tight!”

“Maybe you’re just too freaking fat!”

I glared up at Jun. “You’re so childish!”

“You’re so hardheaded! I thought I told you NOT to come back!”

Nostrils flared and eyes hard, I took a daring step to Jun. “Well I’m back Mr. Matsumoto, and guess what?”

Jun simply stared and waited.

“This time, I’m not going anywhere! Oguri and I are relocating in Tokyo. And guess where we’re going to live?!”

I paused for effect and he continuously waited.

“Four Seasons Apartments!”

At first, Jun simply blinked at me with a blank look on his face. Then…

“WHAT?!” his hands slid out of his pockets, raking through his hair and staying clamped onto his head as if it were about to explode. I hated myself for thinking of how cute he looked doing that.

I folded my arms while smirking smugly at making him discordant. “Tell me how good that sounds…”

“You’re not moving to Four Seasons Apartments,” he swore with a shake of his head while pacing left to right with his fist plowing into the palm of his other hand. “That’s where I live!”

“I know! That’s why I tried to convince Oguri not to go there but lo and behold, he said you talked so highly of the apartments that he honestly thinks it’s the best place for us to live!”

Four Seasons Apartments were one of the most expensive, luxuriant, apartments in Japan. Hell, in all Asia. They were for the elite. For the actors. For the singers. For the politicians and rich businessmen alike.

It was the place to be, yet it was the last place that I wanted to be.

“I refuse to believe you,” Jun murmured as he took a step back. “Why the hell are you always ruining my life?!”

He should’ve just splashed scalding water on my face instead. That would’ve been less painful.

“ME?! That’s so far from the truth! I—You—He—ugh! I can’t stand you!”

“Can’t stand me?! I hate you!” Jun retorted.

I tried to ignore the hurt I felt but it wasn’t feasible. “Hate? That’s such a strong word Jun…”

Shoving his hands in his pockets again, his eyes faltered towards his shambling feet as he murmured inaudibly and unconvincingly, “Well it’s the truth.”

“You don’t even know what the truth is. If you really appreciated it then you wouldn’t be treating me the way you are now.”

Jun’s eyes lifted before his head slowly did. His dark, curly locks of hair fell over his eyes as he gave me a look that was dangerous yet illicitly appealing.

“If you knew what the truth was, you and I both know where you’d really be and with whom…”

It was my turn to look away from Jun in complete shame. Why was I ashamed? And why was he accusing me?! I didn’t do anything wrong.

We stood in uncomfortable silence, the only live sound the steady rippling of the waves belonging to the nearby river and the rustling of leaves from the nearby greenery.

When I looked up, Jun was sighing heavily before swallowing deeply while looking out into the water. I wanted to touch his profile. I wanted to tell him that I was sorry. At that moment, I wasn’t to leave everything that I had ever known and run back to him.

I wanted to admit the truth, the truth that…

When he looked at me again, the incoming thought that I was having disintegrated. He was wearing that hard, closed up look on his face once again.

The one that I had initially met him with. The one that said he would never let anyone in as long as he lived. Even though, at some point and time, I had been able to break through that wall.

“I want you to go back to America or wherever the hell you came by tomorrow.”

This guy was crazy. Did he really think he had that authority over me?

“You’re such a fool. Do you think you own this earth?”

“No. But I know that I own you.”

“Argh! F*ck you! No you don’t! I’m not going anywhere. I’m here for Oguri. He wants me to be here.”

Jun shrugged uncaringly and spoke as he started to stroll off. “Okay then. In that case, we’ll make this as painless as possible. Don’t talk to me. You can’t even look at me.”

My body rotated as his left. “You can’t tell me what to do! I will do whatever I damn well please! Gosh, I can see that you haven’t changed at all—hey, where are you going?! I’m talking to you!”

It was already too late.

Jun had already walked out of the room, leaving me trying to still the tears that threatened to fall.

I had barely regained my composure when my makeup artist found me in the balcony, trying to wipe the corner of my eyes were I was certain my mascara had smudged due to the leakage of tears.

“Hey, what are you doing here? Everyone’s looking for you!” she exclaimed. I tried turning away from her to successfully wipe my eyes but she was quick.

“Are you crying?” she asked, continuing her job as she started applying blush on my cheeks with a huge brush.

“My contacts. A lash got caught in one of them,” I lied easily, thankful that I was one of those people who had always had bad luck with contacts. At least then I knew she could buy my lie.

“Oh. Well, let’s hurry up and fix you up,” she reached for a bottle of eye drops from the fanny pack wrapped around her waist.

Sighing heavily, I did as was told and tilted my head back a little bit so that she could refresh my eyes.

Minutes later I was back in the party, this time unable to take the backseat and watch the entire party. As a celebrity I couldn’t lurk in the shadows successfully for the entire night. Before long, Oguri offered me his arm, which I took graciously as I smiled up at him. Then we began to walk to the lounge area, which was located in another room. On the way there, Oguri and I were stopped by reporters, wanting a comment on what we thought about the show. Of course we said that we enjoyed ourselves because we truthfully did.

“So Miss Raynolds, I hear that you are soon to be Mrs. Oguri Shun,” one interviewer asked and I smiled proudly even though I felt funny inside.

I nodded to her comment.

“When is the wedding set for?”

I was about to answer stating that I didn’t know the details when Oguri spoke on my behalf.

“We’re thinking in the next two months. We want it to be a summer wedding. We’ve already started making preparations,” he said. I tried not to act surprised, keeping my expression excited even though inside I was screaming ‘what the hell?!’. I had no idea we were getting married so soon. We had talked about getting married way later on in the year. It was only April now.

“Really?! This is great! It will certainly be an event wont it?” the interviewer cooed, nearly jumping out of her skin from how excited she looked. It was so weird to see people so accepting for Oguri and I together, but unlike most of the male celebrities here in Japan, Oguri had never been secretive of who he was dating. For that, I really respected him and felt secure that he was as proud of me as I was of him.

“Yes. But we’re thinking of making it more private,” Oguri said and I smiled, agreeing along with him. With his hand on the small of my back, Oguri started leading us to the next reporter when the lady halted us. Oguri was pulled aside by one of his friends and as he slipped from me I latched onto his hand, but when he promised he’d be back as soon as possible, I let him go. Some gawking reporters made ‘aww’ sounds that embarrassed me.

“Aminata I know that you and Jun starred in a popular movie nearly two years back. We’re hearing rumors about a sequel. Is that true?”

I tried not to let my smile falter. Jun and I had acted in a blockbuster movie named Truth, that had done far well than we expected. That’s why me being here was such a big deal.

“Um, no I’m sorry but no sequel is in the works. I think we’ll leave it the way that it was,” I answered politely.

“Well actually, I spoke with producer Mahito Yamamoto and he brought the subject up,” once again the sudden comment made me look to my side to find Jun appearing from nowhere as he joined both Oguri and I.

“He hadn’t approached Aminata about it yet because he just wrapped up having the script done, but it’s said to be called Trust and Dishonor. I looked at the script and it appears to be pretty good. I think Aminata would really like it if she had a look at it.”

All of this came as an big surprise to me. I had heard about this, and Mahito Yamamoto had sent me the script, but I was still in the process of trying to decide whether to take it or not. Thinking of working twenty-four hours a day besides someone like Jun turned me off and on all at the same time. I know. It didn’t make any sense.

The reporters were ecstatic by this news. This time I couldn’t hide my surprise. So when one reporter asked me if I would be interested in the project, I felt like I was put on the spot. They were all looking at me, waiting to hear what I would say. Gnawing at my lip nervously, I even looked over at Oguri only to find that he was nowhere in sight. Where was he when I needed him? But I knew him well enough that he would encourage me to jump at the opportunity.

When I looked at Jun, he had a polite smile on his face that was slightly mocking. But I knew the deal. I knew what I had to do.

Smiling, I regarded the reporters and nodded.

That’s when they started snapping even more pictures. I had become used to the blaring lights, but for some reason that night I felt too overexposed.

“Aminata! Over here! Over here! Aminata! Beautiful! Beautiful! Jun-chan! Here! Here!”

They were rocking the house with their yells. We were left with no choice but to give them what they were asking for.

Before I knew it, Jun and I were posing for the cameras. My heart stopped when I felt his hand settle on my waist.

Drawing me closer, Jun leaned towards me and spoke low so that only I could hear.

“This is the life you wanted. So smile.”

God I hated his guts!

Because he was smart. He knew very well that I couldn’t give him the death glare like I wanted to because the pictures that were being snapped would be put in the morning paper. They’d be spread on the internet like wild fire. If I looked at him like he was the scumbag that he was, that would just rouse unnecessary rumors and cause unnecessary chaos.

So I did as he pleased. I used my training and cut my face with the Hollywood worthy smile that had snagged me toothpaste commercial endorsements and earned me magazine covers. I put my all into that smile, and I paused with Jun and the rest of the cast like we were one big happy family.

Then, just as I was getting the hang of it, the wind was knocked out of me with Jun’s following words.

“I told you that I owned you, didn’t I?”

hmm...nice intriguing plot...i wonder what happened between them to cause such animosity...btw, i've read world's apart and i was really waiting for you to update it but you did'nt, so i thought you've forgotten about it anyway, welcome back and try to update this as soon as you can ok but no pressures ... hehehe!

Wow, it's an amazing story, too! It sounds really really promising.
I can't wait to read more and find out about their relationship.
I'm dying to know the similarities as well.
I'm looking forward to the next chapter!

So glad your back to writing. I too was waiting for the continuation, but really like what your writing so far. Love the angst between Aminata and Jun.

Oh wow! Wonder wha thappened 2 years ago LOL But MatsuJun "owning" her WAH~ lol

Can't wait to read more! XD

this story is really intriguing...can't wait to read more.

hello hello chan,it's great to have u back with a new story,though i'm a bit sad that u didn't finish worlds apart...demo this story is already sugeeee though it's just 2 chaps... i hope u r going to top worlds apart with this so ganbatte

Okay, hello, I finally got around to reading this story. I'm still sort of sad about Worlds Apart though. I really liked that story but this one seems to be on a roll already, just please stick with it. When you finish this one, do you think you'd be able to finish Worlds Apart? Just asking.