Chapter 2
Early morning, she brushed her teeth when the phone rang.
"Eat something. You're gonna need all your strength."
"Okay, where are you?"
"Somewhere. Be ready in twenty minutes. I'm coming to pick you up."
Click.
Grinning, she washed her face quickly and jumped into the shower. Kai was always punctual—never late.
Dressed in a simple but elegant dress, she grabbed a quick snack—an apple and some juice. Her phone buzzed again.
"Come outside."
Click.
She tied back her hair and stepped outside. Kai sat astride a sleek black motorbike. She climbed on behind him, slipped on the helmet he handed her, and wrapped her arms around his waist as he revved the engine and took off.
Brenda had never ridden a motorbike before. The wind whipped through her hair as they sped toward the edge of town.
"Whose place is this?" she asked.
"It's mine."
She stared, surprised.
"Yeah, Belair, it's mine," he said, taking her hand and leading her inside. "My mother left it to me before moving to Birmingham."
The house was stark and elegant—furniture in crisp blacks and whites, no other colors in sight. Brenda marveled at the minimalist beauty.
Kai noticed her hesitation. Without a word, he scooped her up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried her to his bedroom.
The room was breathtaking—an enormous bed that could fit seven people comfortably and a grand piano by the window.
"Nice taste," Brenda said, settling onto the bed.
"Thank you," Kai replied with a small smile.
He knelt before her, carefully removing her boots and socks. Standing, he stripped down. Brenda's mouth fell open, her gaze lingering on his strong, muscular legs. But the sheer size of him made her fists clench, nerves prickling her skin. She tried to look away.
"Don't," Kai commanded softly.
"I know you showered before coming, but I'd like us to share one together."
Brenda hesitated, shy and unsure. Kai saw it and reached out gently.
"Don't worry, Belair. It's normal. Couples do this."
She stood, slipping out of her dress and turning her back to him. He smiled.
"Strip, Belair. Strip."
She dropped her dress, leaving only her panties.
Naked, Kai stepped close and kissed her. He led her to the shower, the water cold enough to make her whimper.
"Is it okay if your hair gets wet?" he asked.
She nodded.
He loosened her locks, his fingers tracing gentle lines along her lips. His mouth hovered inches from hers, teasing, but not quite kissing her.
Tired of the suspense, Brenda closed the gap and kissed him. As she reached to wrap her arms around him, he pinned her hands gently against the wall.
"That's what I wanted, Belair—to be kissed."
He lowered his mouth, his tongue tracing fiery trails that made her cry out softly.
Her fists clenched, overwhelmed by pleasure. Kai's fingers moved with careful rhythm, gradually building intensity. When she tried to pull him away, fearing she'd lose control, he held her firmly, not ready to let go.
Noticing her body trembling, he pulled back just before her release and kissed her deeply.
"How was that, Belair?" he whispered. He didn't wait for an answer.
"You only come when I say so."
She wrapped her legs around him, and he carried her back to the bed.
His desire was evident—his eyes locked on hers, burning with need.
"Passionately rough, or gentle?" he asked, mindful of her inexperience.
"You're making me wait, Kai! Do whatever you want with me."
Delighted, he spread her legs, admiring the smoothness of her skin and the swell of her desire.
"I want you to look at me when I take you," he murmured.
Brenda moaned louder as he entered her, holding her waist as a signal to go slow. But soon his control slipped. He pinned her hands above her head and thrust harder, his own breath ragged.
"Don't hide from me! I want to see what only I can do to you."
His pace quickened, their sounds filling the room.
"Kai… ahh! Kai!" she cried out, her voice carrying through the house.
"You want more, huh?" he teased, voice low and dark.
She bit her lip and raised an eyebrow—no words needed.
He pulled back slightly, then slid back in fully, their connection electric.
"Ahh, fuck!" he moaned.
Brenda's legs trembled as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She dug her nails into his back, clinging to him as she reached her climax.
Kai's hand cupped her neck, applying gentle pressure as he climaxed too.
He withdrew and released onto the sheets, their eyes locked the entire time.
Exhausted, Brenda turned to the side. Kai collapsed beside her, pulling her close.
"I love you, Kai," she whispered.
He kissed her forehead, and they drifted into peaceful sleep.
Morning light brought the scent of roasting steak. Brenda rose, slipping on Kai's underwear and fastening her bra before heading to the kitchen.
There he stood, wearing only his pants, busy at the stove.
It took a moment for him to notice her.
"Come here," he called, motioning to a chair.
She sat, watching him carefully.
"I figured after all that wrestling you'd be hungry. So I made you something."
He placed a plate of steak before her and poured wine into a glass.
"Eat!" Kai turned away just then—and that's when Brenda noticed the claw marks she'd left on his back.
She rose from the chair and wrapped her arms around him from behind.
"I'm sorry, Kai."
"For what, Belair?" he asked, concern softening his voice.
Her fingers traced the red scratches as Kai chuckled softly. Then, effortlessly, he lifted her onto the table like she weighed nothing.
"I like it," he smiled, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Reminds me of you every time I see it."
After they ate, they shared a warm bath together. When Kai dropped her off later, Brenda replayed every moment in her mind. From that day on, their passion became a constant—love at any given moment, an irresistible habit.
Then one day, Kai didn't come for lectures. One day turned into many. She tried calling, but he was gone. She went to his house—and it was sold. Just like that, Kai disappeared... leaving her with nothing but memories.