I woke up the next morning in a tangle of limbs. I could feel the chill in the air and snuggled under the covers, moving closer to the furnace that was Kai’s body. He stirred awake, sighing in what I hoped was contentment.
Last night had been a dream. After having fun on the sofa downstairs, Kai and I came up to his bedroom and fell asleep. We did wake up in the middle of the night to find each other, though. Twice. It was no wonder we had slept in so late.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Kai’s voice was a raspy whisper that I could barely make out. He rubbed his chin across my cheek and I felt his morning stubble scrape against me. It was not an unpleasant feeling. “You are insatiable, did you know that?”
“Me?” I asked, incredulously. “I suppose it had nothing to do with you.”
”No. You were the one who kept attacking me. What is a man to do?” Look at him acting all innocent!
“You could have fought me off.”
“What is the point? It’s easier
One step closer! What will it be? Indeed, what will it be?
As he buried his head in my neck once again, I heard him moan my name into my skin. We stayed tightly around one other as we drifted away, allowing our bodies to recover. “You are incredible, Rose.” I hummed in content, not able to formulate words. The buzzing in my ears muffled pit the sound around me, so I just reveled in the pleasure of having the man around me. As we floated, I thought about my name. I wondered if Kai believed Rosalind was my real name. I wasn’t sure. He hadn’t asked me, so I could imagine, that at this point, he really did think that was my name. But I had told him the first night that it wasn’t my real name. So, having him call me Rose was bothering me a little. Whatever it was we had, it was far beyond our original agreement. He deserved a little more, didn’t he? We got out of the pool and grabbed two large towels. Once he was dry, he laid back on one, propping his head on his elbow and rolling over to his side.
Kai moved around the kitchen and I relaxed on the stool, sipping on some wine and nibbling on the selection of cheese he had placed in front of me. He talked animatedly about his life and upbringing. He told me about Luca, the security guy who was one of his best friends from school. How he grew up like brothers with him even though Luca was not from a wealthy family. Despite being privileged, Kai was not a snooty elitist. “My father always wanted me to join politics like the rest of the family but I was the one who broke away, really,” he said. “My dad can be a very demanding man. Things must be done exactly to his specifications. There is only one person who he would ever let talk sense into him and that is my mother. She rarely berates him, though.” “You know he’s the President, right? Of course, he likes everything done in a certain way,” I said. Kai shook his head. “It’s not that. He just… he was a lot of plans for me. Some that I am starting to
“There are other reasons.” “No, there aren’t,” I replied harshly. He sounded like he knew what he was talking about. “You think I would meet a man I didn’t know because I had free time? I am a writer, Kai, I care about how well I write. It’s just that.” “What about your other work?” he asked. “There is no other work. I write full-time. I stay at home, in front of my computer, and drink five to ten cups of tea a day and write all day long.” He frowned. “Do you enjoy writing?” he asked. “Why else would I be a writer? It’s not like it pays a lot or that success is guaranteed. I don’t have a given salary each month. I only write because I love to.” “And what did your boyfriends think about your hiding in your house all day?” I shrugged. “There haven’t been any.” His brow shot up immediately. “That… why not?” “I don’t know. I haven’t met anyone either.” “Would you give up your daily routine, your hobbies, and
He was cutting fruit when I walked in. His hands deftly used the knife. In his sleep pants, the contour is his ass looked nice. And he wore no shirt. He looked up when he noticed my presence and smirked when he saw me. “You’re so fucking sexy, you know that?” When this man cursed, it did all sorts of things to me. “I am not sure someone put it as eloquently as you, though,” I teased in reply as I walked to his side to see what he was up to. He chuckled before reaching around and squeezing my ass. I shrieked at the contact and jumped away. I pulled myself onto the marble counter to watch him prepare our breakfast. It was a bad idea to sit on a marble counter without panties on. My bits were frozen at contact. Kai placed an occasional slice of fruit into my mouth and I baited him with little moans here and there to see how he would react in those sleeping pants. I knew I had accomplished my goal when he moved to stand rig
It was a disaster. “Lilith, this is my mom.” I turned slowly and was met with a casually dressed Emma Rivera, who looked amused. “Mrs. Rivera,” I nodded. I hoped she didn’t know that I had defiled a lot of surfaces in her house. “Mom, this is Lilith Hill… She’s uh…” He searched for words. I wanted to smack him. Did he have to go there? “Kai, I wasn’t born yesterday. You don’t need to tell me anything. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lilith. Will you be staying with us for the rest of the week?” “No? I will be leaving… shortly.” “Oh. I have to go into the town to… pick up a few things,” she lied. “Why don’t I leave you two to… finish up. And I can come back at lunchtime? Is that okay, Kai?” “Yep. Fine.” Clearly, his mother had made him speechless. “Okay,” she said before turning. “Again. Nice to meet you,” She waved over her shoulder. “Kai, breakfast is still burning. Turn the stove off.” “Right! Sorry!” he yelled a
How could my life return to normal when I spent the best weekend of my life with a wonderful man who doesn’t even live in the same state as me? How am I supposed to hold on to normalcy when the guy’s family and his job kept him so busy so I am unable to talk to him or visit him at my will? Worst of all? How can I go back to normal when I know I am in love with him? There is no chance, is there? I was stuck between being incredibly happy and irritable. I was happy Ariana was seeing someone new. She was caught up in her own life to realize that something was amiss with me. She hadn’t tried to set me up on any more dates since, and she hadn’t had the conversation with her about not meeting Kai on professional terms. And I waited for Kai to call. Desperately. And he did call. It was about a week after I got home. A week since I last saw him in person. Obviously, I had kept abreast of all the news surrounding him on the internet and
And like this, months go by. We meet, we spend time together and then we part. One fine Sunday morning, I wake up with my head resting over Kai’s chest and find him gazing down at me. “Good morning, love.” It’s the same way he greeted me the morning before. I could see myself waking up to this greeting forever. His voice was rough with sleep, but his eyes were tender. I thought I saw something in them, something I had never seen a man look at me with. It reminded me of how my dad looked at my mom. “What time is it?” Kai chuckled. “I love the way you talk. All your expressions are laid out on your face,” he commented. My heart thumped because for a moment, I thought he was going to say something else. But this was close enough. “You’re crazy,” I said, hiding my flushed face against his smooth chest because I was positive he could read me like a book. He mimicked me, placing his hands under my arms and lifting me to him.
He turned to look at her, his eyes cold and unfamiliar. And then he simply turned back. All at once, I was mortified and afraid. I jerked back and looked for my clothes quickly. “Kai? What’s wrong?” He didn’t answer straight away. In fact, we simply sat there as I put on my clothes. It was five minutes before he sighed heavily. All along, my heart hammered against my chest. “There is something I need to tell you.” His voice was cool and clinical, lacking the warmth he usually held for her. “Alright,” I prompted when he became quiet again. “It seems I am engaged.” It took me a couple of minutes to register the words. And when I did, I found myself wondering if they meant something else than what I heard. “Her name is Elora,” he finally said, his back still to me as he spoke. “Her father is a political figure from my father’s side. I am not sure if you have heard about him.” He mentioned the man’s name, He