“Yep. Chocolate chip today,” she chirps.
“You could use the extra weight,” Kenzo grumbles.
“Thanks. I thought the same, but money has been tight, so food is limited.”
She takes a bite and turns to me. “Steak and veggies. Is that all you ever eat?” She then glances at Kenzo’s plate to see he has the same.
“It’s good for you…nutritious,” I reply, cutting into mine as Kenzo does the same.
“And it’s damn well mooing. Eww… That’s gross.” She shivers in disgust.
“Mooing?” I ask, confused.
“Yes. It has blood oozing…” She shudders again. “That’s just wrong on all levels.”
“Blood’s never bothered us,” Kenzo adds, putting a slide of the steak in his mouth.
“You’re both disgusting.” She takes another bite of her massive stack of pancakes.
“I can show you something you would appreciate,” I tease her. I look down at my lap and back at her.
She tilts her head and scrunches her nose. “Hmm… Even if I wasn’t sore, I’ve already seen your twin, so I’d have to politely decline. And I’m sure you can pay someone to help with that issue.” She waves a fork around in my direction before she digs back into her pancakes, and we watch as she sits there eating more than I would think someone her size could consume.
“I don’t have to pay for sex,” I manage to say, while those eyes find mine and she swallows her mouthful before she speaks again.
“So do you go and fuck your bitch of an ex instead?”
“She is a bitch, isn’t she?” Kenzo agrees.
Kalilah turns to him. “Abso-fucking-lutely,” she says, then adds, “And she obviously still wants your brother.”
“She doesn’t,” I argue.
“She was willing to fuck you knowing full well her new husband was there.” She takes another bite of her pancakes.
“You are really getting on my fucking nerves.”
“Yeah, yeah.” She stands and pushes her now empty plate to the middle of the table. “I have work tomorrow, and I’m taking your car.” She spins and walks off, her ass swaying as she goes, and once she’s out of sight, I turn to my brother, who’s smirking.
“She’s different from your usual type,” he says.
“Yeah, I’m still contemplating what river I should throw her into next,” I mumble.
Kenzo laughs before we sit in silence, eating the rest of our food. He doesn’t ask any more about Pops, but his phone rings with a call from him, which he leaves unanswered.
Fourteen
Kalilah
Since I started my job a week and a bit ago, everyone I work with has been nice, and they are more than happy to teach and show me around. It helps that I look like one of them, not a homeless delinquent. I mean, I have a roof over my head, even though it was forced upon me. I guess that’s better than the alternative, right?
I’ve barely seen Kyson since that night with his brother. He left his keys with Nancy and said the car was mine to use. I’m extremely grateful. Not only is his car flashy to drive, but it’s also extremely comfortable. The BMW has a ton of power, which makes me feel invincible—even if it’s only an illusion. I’ve never driven something like this before, and the sense of pleasure and luxury is beyond measure. I can only dream of owning something this incredibly desirable.
Pulling into the driveway, I find Kyson sitting out front, his hands on his head as he looks down, lost in thought. I turn off the car and step out and walk slowly over to him.
“I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you,” I comment, taking the seat next to him. His head lifts, and his eyes meet mine. I can see pain in their dark depths. How can a man as beautiful as him have any pain? That baffles me. “Work has been going well. I get my first paycheck next week.” He says nothing, so I raise my face to the night sky, but I know his stare is penetrating me.
“How is your back?” he asks.
“Good. I forget about it most of the time. Though, when I look in the mirror, it’s many different colors now.” I wince.
“Want to fuck?”
My head swings down and around to face him. Did he really say that to me?
“Was that a joke?” I ask, surprised.
Kyson smirks because my answer isn’t a straight no, and it seems he knows my answer before I even do. He stands, steps in front of me, and offers me his hand. I stare at it, confused and unsure of what to do.
“Would you like to see how big my cock is? Because I know you’ve seen my brother’s.” I cough out a strangled sound, and then I place my hand in his.
I know this will change everything.
We will change.
Whatever it is we are, will change.
He leads me into the house, and it’s then I notice he has blood on the back of his hand. I go to pull away, but he notes the direction of my stare and says, “It’s my own blood from when I punched the fucking wall.” I check his knuckles, and there’s large scratches, missing skin, and dried blood.
“Why?” I ask, curious.
He ignores my questions and continues into the house, tugging me behind him.
We pass through the entryway and up the stairs until we get to his room. The door is already open. Kyson drops my hand as he enters, and I stop in the doorway, staring after him. He doesn’t bother turning on the bedroom light, but the light coming from his closet falls on his face, which gives me a determined stare.
“I want to fuck hard and rough; do you get it?” Kyson asks, turning to face me. He starts to undo his buttons slowly, all the while waiting for me to reply.
“Rough?” I squeak.
“Yes. I’ll be mindful of your back,” he states, pulling his shirt off. My eyes track him as he carries it to his closet and hangs it on a hanger. While his back is to me, he kicks off his shoes and places them in the rack before he removes his trousers, draping them neatly on another hanger.
And then he is standing there naked.
Kyson is tanned, his skin olive in complexion and very, very lickable. Not a hair on his back or ass. He turns, and I get my first glimpse of his hard cock.
“You can undress now,” he tells me.
I don’t. I continue to stare at him until he huffs and walks toward me. He reaches for my uniform and starts to undo the first few buttons. His fingers work quickly and meticulously until my bra is exposed. He reaches for my skirt and unties the side of it, letting it drop to the floor. Kyson lifts his hand to touch my bare stomach between the open halves of my shirt, then trails a finger down to my G-string, where he hooks into it before pulling very slowly and lowering to his knees.
“Maybe we can start soft,” he says quietly, and I can’t seem to find the words to answer him back as I gape at him. He lifts my feet, one after the other, until my underwear is on the floor, making sure when he puts my feet down that they touch the edges of the doorjamb so I’m spread wide open.
What is happening? I didn’t think I would be fucking Kyson anytime soon.
He is, after all, what some might consider too handsome. In contrast, I’m putting weight back on from not having enough food. And yet, the way he’s eyeing me, makes me think maybe I’ve read him wrong all this time.