chapter 10: New Home

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‎Ren’s POV

‎We arrived at my new husband’s house — more like a palace, mansion, and tower all in one. The private road leading here was insane. Only his cars seemed to use it. Damn. The real money. My family’s wealth suddenly felt like rat shit compared to this.

‎Who have I married? The question kept repeating in my head.

‎I could barely keep my mouth closed as we drove through the massive gates, but Kai just leaned back with his eyes closed, looking completely at ease. As soon as we entered the property, the car took a detour and descended into an underground parking space. The line of luxury cars, vans, and armored vehicles was unbelievable.

‎Kai opened his eyes and looked at me. “Follow me.”

‎He got out and held the door until I stepped out. Chivalry wasn’t dead after all. Who was I kidding? I’m a man like him. Or rather… he’s as manly as they come, and me — according to Lila — the male version of a woman. More womanly than her.

‎Kai took my hand and led me inside. Reya and Adrian got into the elevator with us. 'Do they live here too? Why were they all so tall, including Reya?'

‎I leaned toward her and whispered, “Why are you all so tall?”

‎Apparently it wasn’t subtle cause Adrian snickered but tried to cover it with a cough. Reya laughed outright. Kai pulled me against his body, amused.

‎“Seems like you’re a real ray of sunshine, Ren,” Reya said between laughs.

‎Kai leaned down and bit my earlobe, his breath hot against my skin. “Oh, you’ll very much enjoy the perks of my height, kitten. My long, thick fingers stretching that greedy little hole of yours… eventually curling them right against your prostate until you’re dripping and begging like a slut.”

‎My breath hitched. Memories of our first night flooded back — raw and filthy.

‎“Not to mention something you enjoyed very much,” he continued, voice low and filthy. “My thick cock thrusting in and out of your tight, sloppy cunt in that slow, torturous pace… the one that had you whining like a desperate whore and squeezing around me so hard, milking me for every drop.”

‎I looked down, blushing furiously, and covered my face with my hands. 'Does this man have no filter?'

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‎He chuckled. “Alright, I’ll let you be… for now.”

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‎The elevator ride felt endless. When it finally opened, Reya and Adrian stepped out. Our ride continued higher before the doors opened again on what seemed to be a private floor.

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‎Kai walked ahead, leaving me standing in the middle of the massive living area. My heart sank a little. 'So we’re finally out of the fantasy. What was I expecting? A red carpet?'

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‎I sat on the large three-seater couch and waited. After an hour with no sign of him, I leaned back and drifted off to sleep.

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(Kai’s POV)

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‎Just as Reya and Adrian stepped out, my phone buzzed with an urgent message. One of our warehouses had been blown up early in the week, hell, lower members of the Mafia had no idea not to mention other mafia or law enforcement. It looked like a mole. My investigator in the force had finally delivered something useful.

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‎I stepped out of the elevator, hoping to come back quickly for Ren. He seemed enchanted by the house — eyes sparkling, mouth slightly open. Such a cute kitten.

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‎The meeting dragged on with briefings and damage reports. When I finally checked the time, three hours had passed. I stretched, and my phone rang again — a video call from Aurelia.

‎I answered immediately. My daughter’s giggling face filled the screen, her hands wrapped around her stomach.

‎“Hi, Cookie. How are you today?”

‎“Papa!” she yelled at the top of her lungs.

‎I laughed. “Good day, sir,” Nanny Ara said politely in the background.

‎“How are you doing, Ara?”

‎“I’m fine, sir. I’ll excuse you both.”

‎“Call me if you need me, Aurelia,” Ara told my daughter before leaving the frame.

‎“Papa, you look dressed up,” Aurelia said, tilting her head.

‎I froze for a second. I didn’t want to tell her about the marriage yet — this girl could smell a lie from miles away. So I deflected.

‎“How’s your school practical coming along?”

‎“You don’t want to answer me, Papa, but that’s fine,” she said with a dramatic sigh.

‎We talked about her piñata project, the candies, chocolates, and cupcakes she was planning. She had everything figured out.

‎“Papa… earth to Papa!”

‎I blinked. “Yes, baby bear?”

‎“You have a new ring on your finger. Gimme one too!”

‎I looked down at the ring and remembered — I had just married a man and left him alone for hours. He probably hadn’t eaten anything since this was my private floor. No staff here.

‎“Cookie, I have an emergency. Can we talk soon?”

‎“Okay, Papa. Bye!”

‎“Bye, baby.”

I ended the call and rubbed my face. 'Damn it.' I had a new husband waiting for me, and I’d left him hanging.

‎I stood up, already heading back to find Ren.

My first day playing husband and it was already this intense. When I finally walked into the living room, Ren was fast asleep on the three-seater couch, curled up with his blazer pulled over his feet. He must have been cold — the entire floor was heavily air-conditioned.

‎‎I felt a pang of disappointment in myself. I had left him alone for hours.

‎‎I moved closer and knelt in front of him. Gently, I slipped my fingers into his dark blonde hair, noticing how the roots had darkened. I ran my hand through it, and even in his sleep, he purred softly. I tugged a little firmer, and a quiet moan slipped from his lips.

‎‎“Hey, kitten,” I murmured.

‎‎He grumbled something incoherent.

‎‎“Ren, darling… it’s time to wake up. I need to get some food in you.”

‎‎“Ayesha, stop disturbing me,” he mumbled.

‎‎I chuckled. “It’s your husband, Kai.”

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‎He jolted awake, eyes wide with panic. “Sorry! I fell asleep on your couch. I didn’t mean to, I didn’t know where anything was and you left…”

‎‎“Hey… hey… hey,” I soothed, cupping his face. “Relax. I’m not mad at you. In fact, I’m sorry I left you here all by yourself. Come on, let’s eat.”

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‎He nodded shyly and followed me to the kitchen. I sat him at the island and warmed up chicken Alfredo pasta with shrimp. I placed a glass of water in front of him.

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‎“Do you mind chicken Alfredo and shrimp?”

‎‎He smiled softly. “I love it. Ayesha cooks it all the time. She’s really good.”

‎‎I teased, “Should I be jealous of Ayesha?”

‎‎He looked down, shaking his head.

‎“Words, kitten. And look at me when you’re talking to me”

‎“No, Sir,” he said, meeting my eyes.

‎‎I smiled. 'Such a natural.'

‎‎At the ding of the microwave, I served both of us, giving him a bigger portion. “Eat up.”

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‎He tilted his head. “Mine is more than yours.”

‎‎“I see that. Now eat up and leave the twenty-one questions till tomorrow.”

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‎I poured him some orange juice as that was all I had in my fridge; I'll need some groceries soonest. He thanked me quietly. After we finished, he insisted on washing the plates. I let him, but the moment he was done, I pulled him to me, wrapping my arms around his waist.

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‎I walked him upstairs to our room. When I pushed the door open, his mouth fell open. His eyes were glued to the large black-and-white photograph hanging on the wall — me, naked except for unbuttoned pants, from a friend’s art exhibit. He had let him keep that one.

‎‎He ran his fingers over the bed, then turned to me with a questioning look.

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‎“You’ll be staying in my room from now on,” I told him. “I don’t stay here much. I usually stay at the penthouse — the one you ran from that night. We’ll go back there soon.”

‎‎He nodded, then asked softly, “Can I take a shower?”

‎‎“You never have to ask me anything, kitten. What’s mine is yours.”

‎‎Tears slipped down his face as he leaned into me. “You’re the first to treat me like I matter. It’s only ever been Ayesha who cared for me.”

‎‎I kissed the top of his head. “I’m here until you don’t want me anymore.”

“I'll never not want you Daddy,” he blurted.