We drive for a good ten minutes in silence, neither of us saying a word. I don’t look at him once and keep my eyes peeled gazing out of the window. I have weird feelings floating around in my head for him, my body wanting the impossible.
“Are you going to daydream all day or get out so I can feed you?” I didn’t even realize we’d stopped. I look ahead and see the familiar blue logo that represents IHOP. I don’t face him as I open the door and step out. It’s quite a massive step and I’m afraid of breaking my ankle with theses shoes on.
“What is it with you men thinking you need to feed me?” I mutter under my breath.
“Who else are you seeing?” Kai walks up to me and grabs hold of my arm, spinning me around to face him. He has a look on his face that scares me.
“No one,” I whisper, to which his grip loosens, but doesn’t leave.
“Don’t lie, Nani. You aren’t very good at it.” With that, he pulls me into the restaurant and we take a seat at the back in a booth away from prying eyes.
We look over the menu in silence. One hundred questions are running through my mind.
How does he know me?
How do all these men I seem to meet lately know who I am?
Why did he take me home last night?
Why did he sleep in the same bed as me?
I know I’m not ugly, I just wouldn’t call myself beautiful. Thomas may have called me beautiful, but he had ulterior motives. Julia calls me beautiful, but I think she may have a few screws loose in her head, so I don’t believe her.
“Stop thinking, it’s distracting,” he says in a rough tone and doesn’t look up to me. Just then the waitress decides to come over. She looks at me and smiles, but when she sees Kai, I see her attitude change from friendly to flirting. She asks him what he wants and he doesn’t even spare her a glance. He continues looking at the menu, still deciding.
“I’ll have pancakes with syrup,” I tell her. She looks back to me, obviously wanting Kai to reply first and is disappointed when he doesn’t.
Kai orders a plate that has a bit of everything on it. He turns, offering the menu to her without offering her a smile. I see her face drop and she storms off as Kai focuses his attention back to me.
“We are going out Sunday night.” I look around to make sure he’s talking to me and sure enough he is.
“I have plans,” I say as the lie falls from my mouth.
“You’re not a very good liar, so don’t even try. Oh, and another thing, don’t fucking lie to me again.” Just then our plates are set down in front of us and he automatically digs in. I look at him in disbelief at the way he spoke to me.
“I told you to stop thinking. Start eating.”
“You’re not the boss of me,” I say defensively.
“No, but you need to start feeling and stop thinking. Your brain doesn’t stop. Maybe if you actually took some advice, you wouldn’t over analyze everything and be so depressed.” That’s it! I’m so sick of men thinking they know best. I stand to leave, but he pulls me toward him and straight onto his lap. His breath is hot on my neck.
“I only want what’s right, you need to understand that.”
Goo, he turns me into goo.
Approximately twenty percent of the blood flowing from the heart is pumped to the brain.
The cool air of the night hits my exposed skin with each step I take. My shirt rides up, but it doesn’t bother me in the least. I have no plans for tonight, no games to play. So, as I stand out front of a familiar pub, I wonder if I should try my luck and see if he’s in there tonight.
Just before I enter, I pull my blonde wig tighter to my head, hike up my breasts and open the door. I know why I came here tonight. I’m just hoping he’s here. I look around the bar and see him sitting in the same spot as last time, drink in hand. I move over to him and nod my head to the bartender for the same drink he’s drinking. I turn toward him.
I know he knows I’m here, he’s just chosen not to acknowledge me, yet. I let my hand slide over his thigh, extremely close to something I desperately want to touch. He captures my hand as it makes it way closer his cock.
“You’re a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?” his voice turns me on even more. I nod my head, remembering how he wanted me subservient last time. Being subservient, however, is not in my nature.
“Why are you here, Kayla?” He removes my hand completely and places it on the bar in front of me, diminishing all contact between us.
“I want you.” I lean closer to him, but he looks at me very strangely, his lips pressed flat, with his narrowed eyes zoning in on me.