Pure Punishment(23)

“You don’t. You want the idea of me, not actually me,” His voice is stern.

“So, as long as I get what I want, I’ll be happy. Hell, even you will be happy. That I can guarantee.”

“You can’t guarantee that, Kayla. Plus, it’s not you I want.” His face has a look of sorrow. He looks empty, his shoulders are drooping and it’s not something I quite understand.

“I can make you want me. I will make you forget all about this other girl if you give me ten minutes. My tongue does magical things,” I whisper in his ear and he pulls back, giving me the same look.

“It’s impossible. She is unforgettable and being with you would only make me want her more.”

“Ha, yeah right. What, does this bitch have a golden vagina or something?” I say it as a joke, but the look he shoots me could kill.

He leans in all the way, so we are nose to nose with those dark eyes shooting daggers straight through me. This man actually scares me and not many can.

“Don’t say a bad word about her, Kayla. You will regret it if you do.”

Goosebumps break out all over my skin. He’s serious; he’d hurt me for her. It clicks in that moment why he’s so protective of someone I don’t even know.

“You’re in love with her, aren’t you?” The look on his face tells me he is. It’s like a revelation to him and he’s only just realizing it.

“No! I’m not!” He shakes his head, picks up his drink and downs it with just a few swallows.

“Prove it! Take me to the bathroom. Show me you aren’t in love with this woman. Fuck her out of your system.”

He looks me in the eyes and then slowly rakes his gaze over my body. My body starts to hum with excitement of what is to come. I can see in his eyes that he wants me. He leans close to me, so close, and then licks the side of my neck.

“I won’t fuck you. You don’t hold a candle to her. You taste sour, where she tastes like my fucking salvation.” His breath leaves me and I slap him hard across the face.

“You’re delusional. You don’t know what you’ve just missed out on. I could take you places your girl could only dream of, big boy. Don’t come crying to me when she won’t fuck you like a real woman should.” I get up to leave and his voice stops me.

“It’s not her body I’m after, Kayla. I want to consume her mind and heart. Something a girl like you could never understand.” I turn back to look at him and notice he isn’t even looking at me. He’s looking at his cell with a beautiful smirk on his face.

I walk out of the bar not feeling horny anymore. His words have hit me like an ice cold shower. Rejection doesn’t usually bother me, possibly because I’ve rarely been rejected. When I have, it’s usually been by my peers, not someone I desperately wanted to fuck.

I plan to find this mystery woman and see what’s so special about someone that isn’t even having sex with him. I could tell by the way his eyes took me in. He wants the connection, but he just hasn’t taken it yet.





Although the brain accounts for only two percent of the whole body's mass, it uses twenty percent of all the oxygen we breathe.





My cell beeps and I look down trying to decipher who the hell ‘Hawaiian God’ is. It takes me a few minutes to work it out before I finally reply to the text.



Hawaiian God – Tonight, pick you up at eight.



Me – Who’s this?



Hawaiian God – Your future fucking everything.



My future fucking everything? How can he be my future everything when he doesn’t know me? He thinks he does, but he’s wrong. This man does my head in because he’s so hot and cold. I don’t think he knows what he wants or what he’s even talking about. I decide not to reply and watch a movie. I don’t have any classes for the next few days, so I don’t have to cram in so much studying all at once. I don’t have many movies to choose from, but I end up going with some action with a supernatural twist. I’m halfway through the movie, when my cell rings. I look at it and the number is blocked – a private number. I debate whether or not to answer. It is possible that it may be Kai because honestly, who else would be calling me?

“Hello.”

“Hi Kristy, this is Natalie, your grandmother’s in-house nurse. I’m sorry to call you like this. I know you’re at school and she did tell me not to call you, but you are her only family.” I take a deep breath, hoping it’s not bad news. “Lilly had a heart attack last night. Now, she’s fine, but she’s refusing to stay at the hospital. I was wondering, could you possibly come and spend the night with her? I don’t usually work Sundays and I have kids at home, but I don’t want her left by herself if she isn’t going to stay in hospital,” I can hear the pleading in her voice. She must really care for someone that doesn’t, as far as I’m concerned, have a nice bone in her body. My grandmother never once showed me love or affection.