“Get the fuck up and get out. Last warning,” he tells the men.
Three men sit in the jacuzzi, all with glasses of champagne in their hands, which is not allowed, and a woman on each of their laps. And you can tell the women don’t want to be there, but they’re being held in place by the three dumbasses.
Most people know better than to come into this club and fuck with Grayson. For a start, Grayson once killed a guy for having champagne in the blue room. He has a reputation for taking no shit in here. It’s also what makes the club so popular. But these men clearly have had too much to drink and couldn’t give two shits regarding who is standing above them, telling them to get the fuck out.
One even starts to laugh, and I watch as his hand moves up and grips the woman’s tit a little too hard.
A scream comes from her—she clearly never signed up for this—and I can see the terror in her face.
Before anyone even notices, Kenzo starts moving, and no one can stop him as he takes his small pocketknife and stabs the man in the shoulder.
“Get out. Now,” Grayson growls again at the men as Kenzo pulls the knife out and steps back like he did nothing at all. The other men get angry and push the women off them. They stand completely naked, ready to fight, and all Grayson does is calmly roll up his sleeves. “If you go down this path, remember you chose it.”
The women jump out of the tub and run out of the room, leaving just us men. I smirk, knowing I don’t have to do anything. Grayson could kill them all by himself. But it’s Kenzo who is thirsty, his head dropping to the side as he watches them.
“We’ll leave,” the one cradling his injured shoulder says as he looks at Kenzo, terror in his eyes. “We’ll leave. We only wanted to have some fun.”
“Now would be a good time to go,” Grayson says, stepping out of the way so they can walk down the stairs. They hurry past us, grab their clothes, and are out the door.
“I’ll follow to make sure they leave,” Kenzo says, trailing behind them.
Grayson turns to face me. “Met your new woman the other day. Avanti said she’s nice.” He leans down and presses a button, draining the tub. “Is she another Lilly?”
“Absolutely fucking not.”
“So, she’s an Avanti.” He smirks. “Makes you crazy and insane, but you couldn’t imagine your life without her.” He chuckles. “Be prepared for the non-stop headaches and the trouble that follows them around. They know how to grab their men by the balls and take control.”
“She left,” I tell him.
“So? You’re Kyson Hunter. When haven’t you gone after what you want? Why are you still standing here talking to me? I ain’t gonna suck your dick.” He chuckles at his own words before he saunters out of the room, leaving me standing in the blue room alone.
I pull my phone out of my pocket and press call.
She doesn’t answer.
She hasn’t been replying to my text messages either.
Did she forget that I can find her, no matter where she is, no matter if she is in hiding?
Jumping onto the airline website, I book the next flight out.
I guess it’s time to meet the parents.
What the fuck is she doing to me?
Grayson is partially right, apart from the fact that she might be crazy or trouble. I think she’s more sane than anyone gives her credit for and more put together than anyone of her age, but that doesn’t surprise me with everything she’s been through.
She is strong, that one, and it makes me want to…
Oh, fuck—love her even more.
Twenty-Eight
Kalilah
I’m not sure that I ever really want to leave here again, but I know that I must. I’m an adult now, and I have a job that I like and an apartment that I haven’t fully settled into quite yet. And a man who I have news to tell.
When I first saw my parents again, we cried, and it felt like the tears would never end. They wanted to know everything, but I could only give them so much. Some things are better left unsaid. But the pieces of me I was willing to share with them, I did. About Kyson, and how he saved me, in ways that would put a parent at ease; how he was willing to help me when I was at my rock bottom. I skipped over a lot of the bad with Tony, but I think that’s for the best. Of course, they asked me about him, and I told them I was glad he was no longer in my life, and when I did my mother touched my hand and squeezed it.
She knew, she always knew, he was never right for me.
But young love is hard.
Especially when that person knows how to control you.
My father, well that was a different story. He had to walk out of the room when we spoke of Tony, and I could tell the topic of my husband upset him greatly. And I don’t blame him. When he would come back into the room he would walk over and kiss me on the top of the head and tell me how much he loved me.
It’s nice to know that no matter what, they love me.
We went to my first ultrasound to see how far along I was. The sonographer asked me why the father wasn’t there, and I wasn’t quite sure how to tell her that I hadn’t told him yet.
If I am being perfectly honest with myself, I am afraid of Kyson’s reaction.
At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
I’m not sure if I’m more scared to admit the fact that I am pregnant out loud to him or what his reaction will be. His world is dark, and not really fit to raise a child within.
I don’t know how to tell him that either.
I don’t know how to share my thoughts with him.
I don’t think of him in any way like Tony because they’re two completely different people. I was scared of Tony. But with Kyson, I’m more afraid of hurting him, which is laughable considering who he is. He has showed me kindness, and the only other man in this world to ever do that is my father.
“Um…dear? There is a man at the door asking for you.” I get off the couch and head to the door, thinking it’s a delivery of some sort. But the only thing I’ve ordered while I’ve been here is food. “He is very handsome.” My feet freeze in place before I reach the door, and I slowly turn my head toward her.
“Does he look menacing?” I ask, and she scrunches her nose up with a slight smirk.
“I don’t think so. He was very polite.” She smiles. Okay then, that can’t be Kyson.
I get to the door and see Kyson standing there looking at me from the other side.
“Hello, love.”
“Ohh,” my mother breathes out as she reaches for the screen door and pulls it open. “You must be the father. It’s so nice to finally meet you. We had the first ultrasound the other day, and they said the baby looks healthy.” Kyson’s eyes find mine, then fall to my stomach, but he can’t see anything because it’s still quite early in the pregnancy. It takes him a moment to recover.
“I’ve heard so much about you. Would you mind if I stole your daughter for ten minutes? I have some information I need to share with her,” he says directly to my mom.
“Of course,” my mother gushes.
Kyson offers me his hand, and I look at it, unsure if I should take it, before I place my hand in his and step outside.