All Chapters of Kai Parker's Not Ready: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

It's not like I hated my high school. I had a lot of happy memories attached to it. I was the school president, after all. I was hated by a few for my uptight personality but the rest were chill with me. Expect a certain troublemaker and his gang. He hated me as much as I hated him. Hunter Steele, the man I couldn't forget even after ten years. It's not because he was someone special to me. It's because he was someone I despised more than anyone and it was rare for me to hate anyone. Though I was well respected at school, it didn't mean I was keen on coming back to the reunion. I hardly had any contact with anyone from school so it didn't make sense for me to come here. If only it weren't for Hunter Steele. “I don't feel good about it, Kai.” Alex droned near my ear, making me huff out of frustration. “Alex, will you stop worrying over nothing?” My annoyance was evident on my face. One look at my face and he understood he was overreacting. He took a drink from a passing waiter,

One punch led to another. The next thing everyone knew that the boring reunion they all desperately wanted to escape from became the most entertaining and adrenaline pumping incident they ever encountered after entering their 9 to 5 corporate jobs. It punctured my ego that I took some hit from Kai fucking Parker, but I could proudly say that you should have seen his face. I made sure my knuckles made connections with his jaw more than once. The fire I felt inside me was fueled by my hatred for him. If only it weren't for Alex! Kai's side bitch had to butt in and give me a sucker punch. The atmosphere shifted after that. All this while people were playing the dumb spectators but after Alex butting in, my friends stepped in and it was like a domino's effect. The whole place turned into a forest with savage cavemen trying to rip one other apart. Within the blink of an eye, the venue became a battlefield filled with raging and uncontrollable drunkards. The place was totally trashed. And

“Let me fix it.” Mom smacked my hand away and helped tie my tie, causing me to huff in surrender. “Is it really necessary, mom?” One warning look from her, and I shut my mouth up. She could be a pretty intimidating lady. She sustained the household with ironclad hands after dad passed away, made sure I didn't have to turn my hair gray running after student loans and made sure we remained afloat. There was no doubt that she was one heck of a woman. I wasn't gonna invite trouble by messing with her. “It is more than necessary.” She decided to offer me an answer as her hand fastened the tie around my neck, “You need to be as presentable as you can be so that you don't look like a hooligan.” She gave me a hard look while her eyes darted towards my bruised jaw. “Come on! It's not that bad.” I tried to reason with her, taking a sneak peak at my best friend who was enjoying mom's homemade chicken Alfredo on my bed. “She is right. You do look like you participated in a battle and lost i

It was torture to sit through the dinner table with Kai sitting right in front of me, and it was another thing that my father was acting like he was head over heels for Kai's mother. He looked more interested in eating her than the finely cooked food. Talk about being smitten! I wanted to yell out in frustration and throw both Kai and his mother out of the house. This couldn't be happening. I wouldn't let this relationship last. It was a good thing that my father couldn't keep his women. It was a matter of time before he threw her away like a used tissue paper. I just had to tolerate her and Kai for a little while. Surely, I could do that. “So, what do you do, Kylie?” My middle brother, Matthew, started a conversion. He went on a first name basis with her as if he knew her for ages. Sometimes, I hated how friendly and easy-going he was. “Yeah, tell us, Kylie. What do you do apart from seducing rich guys?” I couldn't keep my mouth shut. I stunned everyone at the table with my r

The next thing I knew was that I was pressed against the wall with Hunter behind me. Despite my best attempt, my eyes flew towards his dick. It was still standing tall. My breathing grew uneven, excitement running thick in my veins. I wanted to fight these feelings, but I was helpless against it. I just let Hunter drag me like a rag doll and slam me against the wall. His dick wasn't the only impressive thing about him. He had defined abs which made me want to drool and run my fingers over them, feel them. Hunter smirked, looking at me hungrily. He knew exactly what I was thinking and it amused him. Unfortunately, I found it exciting. It's not everyday I let someone manhandle me. “Aren't you a little pervert?” He mused, taking my chin in his hand roughly. I stared into his brown eyes. I found nothing but a mixture of lust and amusement. I wanted to yell at him and debunk his accusation. I wanted to shove his hand away because his hold was starting to hurt. His rough hand was gonna l