Chapter 8 Eight

• CRYSTAL
• The morning sunlight spills across the room, soft and golden, and I can’t stop smiling. My body still remembers last night....the way Kai held me so close in his sleep, like letting me go would be the end of the world. My heart feels so full it’s almost hard to breathe.
• While he moves around in the kitchen, the smell of frying eggs and fresh coffee drifting through the air, I slip quietly into the bathroom. The hot water rolls over my skin, and I bite back a giddy laugh as I picture him just a few steps away, cooking for me. For us.
• By the time I come out, my hair damp and my cheeks warm, he’s already set the table. “This looks amazing,” I say, taking my seat.
• “It tastes better,” he answers with that crooked grin that always makes my chest tighten.
• We eat, stealing glances at each other like two teenagers caught in a secret. My fork pauses halfway to my mouth when I realize I’m… shy. Me. Shy. And all because of what happened between us last night.
• “Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks, leaning back, eyes glinting with mischief.
• I shake my head quickly, a small laugh slipping out. “I’m just… happy. Even with everything going on, I still have you. And to me, that means, I have everything.”
• He reaches across the table and brushes his fingers along my cheek, so gently it makes my skin tingle. “Good,” he murmurs. Then he pushes back his chair. ”It's shower time. Don’t miss me too much.”
• As soon as he disappears into the bathroom, my phone rings. My heart squeezes when I see Dad’s name. I’ve switched my SIM into the new phone, so he must have been trying to reach me. I answer.
• “Where are you?” His voice is heavy with worry. “I came home and you weren’t there. You didn’t spend the night. Crystal, no matter how upset you are, you know I’m still your dad. Please… come back home. I’m worried about you.”
• My throat tightens. “No, Dad. I can’t come back.”
• “What? Why?”
• I take a breath. “Your wife made me choose between Kai and the Denzel name. She wanted me to give him up. When I refused, she had me thrown out. She blocked my cards, cut me off from everything. She even said every single thing I own is only mine because of the family, so she took it all back. But you know what? It’s fine. I’d rather have nothing and still have Kai than give him up.”
• “I understand, but come home first. We’ll talk....”
• “I’m sorry, Dad. I can’t. Goodbye.” I hang up before my voice cracks.
• A moment later, a notification pops up.....fifteen million deposited into my account. I can’t help but smile. But I start typing: What’s the point, Dad? She’ll only make a scene and say it belongs to the family. Don’t send me anything.
• Before I can finish, his message comes through: I just confirmed what happened. I’ll make it right. I’ll give you back everything that you've lost. I just need to see you, Crystal.
• I reply that he shouldn’t worry. The only thing he needs to know is that I’m not giving up Kai.
• The bathroom door opens, and Kai steps out, steam curling around him, his hair wet and messy. “You’re quiet. You okay?”
• I nod and give him a small smile. “I’m fine. I won’t be sad if I have you by my side.”
• His eyes soften. “You will. Always.” He gets dressed quickly, and I watch the way his shirt clings to his broad shoulders.
• We’re just about to leave when his hands slide around my waist from behind. He turns me gently, his gaze locking with mine, intense enough to steal my breath. “Why can’t I take my eyes off you? You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, Crystal.”
• I lower my eyes, feeling my cheeks warm.
• “I love you,” he says, voice low.
• “I know,” I whisper.
• And then, instead of letting me go, he pulls me closer, his fingers pressing into my lower back. His mouth claims mine in a kiss so deep, so consuming, that my knees weaken.
• We were supposed to be heading out. But now… I’m not sure we’re making it to the door.
• “Kai…” I breathe against his mouth, but the word melts into a moan when his tongue pushes past my lips, hungry and deep. My body arches into him without thinking, needing the heat of him pressed against me.
• We were supposed to leave. That thought barely exists now. His cock is already hard against my stomach, and my pussy throbs in answer.
• He spins me, pressing my back to the wall. His mouth devours mine, desperate, and his hand slides up under my top, finding my breast. I whimper when his thumb teases my nipple, the sensation shooting straight between my legs.
• “Oh, Crystal,” he growls, voice rough. “You make me lose control.”
• “I like the sound of that,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need as he leads me to the wall.
• His fingers hook into the waistband of my shorts, yanking them down just enough to expose me. I gasp at the rush of cool air before his hand is between my thighs, his fingers brushing over my slit, finding me already wet for him.
• “You're so wet,” he mutters, sliding two fingers inside me. I cry out, clutching his shoulders, my pussy clenching hard around him.
• The first stretch stings.... it’s still so new, so tight from last night, but the burn only fuels the heat curling low in my belly.
• He pulls his fingers out and shoves his pants down just enough. The blunt head of his cock presses against me, and I tense instinctively.
• “Look at me,” he says, his forehead resting against mine. His voice is softer now. “Breathe, baby. I’ll go slow.”
• The first push makes me gasp, pain and pleasure tangling together as he forces his way in. My nails dig into his arms, my body stretching to take him. “Kai…” I moan, my voice breaking.
• “Almost there,” he pants, sinking deeper until he’s all the way inside. The ache blooms, hot, but underneath it, the fullness is intoxicating.
• He pulls back and pushes in again, harder this time. The sting starts to melt, replaced by a growing rush of pleasure. His hips snap against mine, each thrust making my breath hitch, the wet sound of our bodies filling the room.
• “Fuck… so tight,” he groans, his pace quickening, losing the restraint he promised. His cock pounds into me, hitting that spot that makes my legs shake.
• My hands claw at his back, my head tipping back against the wall as the pressure builds and builds until I can’t hold it anymore.
• My voice cuts off in a strangled cry as my orgasm rips through me, my pussy clenching hard around him.
• He growls my name, thrusting deep one last time before spilling inside me, his cock pulsing with each hot spurt.
• For a moment, all I can do is cling to him, breathing hard, my legs weak. He kisses me again, slower this time, like he’s sealing a promise.
• “Now,” he murmurs against my lips, “we can leave.”