Kai sat slouched in a chair beside the bed, suit jacket draped over the backrest, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The hospital room was dimly lit, sunlight slanting through half-closed blinds. The soft beep of machines echoed faintly, a metronome of life ticking on. Conrad lay propped up on pillows, still pale but awake barely. His eyes were open, watching Kai with a guarded expression."Why are you here?" Conrad asked, his voice raspy. "Because I missed you. I heard you've been awake for a week now... Does Dad visit you often?" Conrad scoffed. "Of course. You're here to mock me." "I'm getting married. It's good you're up. I hope you make it. At least since dad won't make it."The room fell silent. Conrad stared into the ceiling. His eyes going teary. "Why?" Kai looked at him, his eyes icy, almost a glare. Kai only stared, not saying a word. Of course he knew what Conrad was talking about, but he pitied him because saying exactly what was on his mind would only make those tears
Kai chuckled, the rich sound filling the small space as he walked toward her. "Yeah," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "But I couldn’t leave without saying hi to my baby first."Tiffany tilted her head, smirking as she turned back to the sink, dropping the dishes into the soapy water. "Is that so?" she teased. Kai stood behind her now, his presence warm and magnetic. He cleared his throat, a playful edge in his tone. "You’re not going to send me off without a proper goodbye, are you?"Tiffany jolted slightly as his hands brushed against her sides, his fingers grazing her hips. "Kai!" she gasped, laughing as she tried to move away, but his grip on her hips tightened gently, turning her to face him."I want to bundle you work," he said, his voice low and teasing, his hands steady on her waist.Tiffany laughed, shaking her head. "Kai, please. I made you your favorite juice."Kai leaned in, his lips brushing just against her ear as he murmured, "But you’re my favorite. Come on
Tiffany and Kai lay tangled in the hush of their bedroom, the sheets kicked to the floor in careless abandon. Lights poured through the curtains, painting their bare skin. Tiffany lay draped over Kai’s chest, skin flushed and dewy from the shower that hadn’t quite rinsed away. Her cheek pressed against the rise and fall of his chest, the steady beat of his heart a drum beneath her. Her fingers traced across his skin in lazy loops.Kai’s hand rested on the small of her back, warmly. His palm slid slowly down, cupping the curve of her ass, then trailing back up, a possessive stroke that made her breath catch against his chest. He was still half-hard against her thigh and the heat of him.He looked at her, his smile slow and heavy-lidded, like he was still drunk on the taste of her. Her skin, her moans, the way she had clung to him.She toyed with the silver band on her finger, twisting it gently."So," she began, her voice light and casual, "I saw this bag at the mall yesterday. Cream
"God… Tiffany," he groaned, voice raw, hips rocking into her mouth, surrender dangerously close.And she welcomed it every pulse, every sound, as if she were tasting something sacred.Kai's breathing turned rough, each exhale ragged and uneven as the tension in his body climbed, coiled so tightly it was nearly painful. His hand fisted gently in Tiffany's hair, not guiding her, but grounding himself his legs trembling under the weight of restraint he was fast losing."My love—fuck, I’m close—" he warned, voice low and hoarse, a plea buried somewhere in the urgency.Her pace quickened, mouth and hand working him with devastating precision. Her tongue laved the sensitive underside as she took him deeper, her hand twisting at the base, milking every reaction from his body. She moaned around him again, a low, sultry sound that pushed him over the edge.Kai’s hips jerked, the air catching in his lungs as pleasure tore through him like lightning. He groaned her name, deep and guttural, as he
The door clicked open with a quiet groan, and Kai stepped inside, shoulders tight with the weight of the day. The silence of the apartment greeted him.He dropped his keys, taking off his shoe at the entrance and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt, and glanced around."Tiffany?" he called, a pause, his voice gentler the second time. "Love? …My love?"His brow knit, but then he heard the soft creak of a step. He turned toward the staircase just as she began descending.She looked like in a satin ivory corset that hugged her figure in all the right ways, delicate lace tracing the hem like the edge of a dream. Her matching shorts shimmered as she moved, soft and clinging, framed by more of that intricate lace. Her skin glowed golden under the warm lighting, and her dark hair spilled over her shoulder in loose waves.Her hair spilled over her shoulder in lazy waves, and her bare feet padded lightly on the steps. Her presence shifted the air."Kai," she murmured, that one word f
Kai strode into the mansion. His black overcoat swayed faintly with him as he walked and the collar of his white shirt undone with his tie hanging loose around his neck. His dark eyes, gleaming with a mix of weariness and warmth, instantly his gaze searched for the light and found her. For a moment, Kai simply stood still and the world narrowing to the vision of Tiffany.She was a picture of effortless grace, her flowing white dress catching the light in a way that made the delicate lace details shimmer faintly. The soft, ruffled straps framed her shoulders, and the loose silhouette of the gown swayed gently as she moved, arranging the dining table with practiced ease. She was barefoot, her hair tucked neatly behind her ears. The air was rich with the mouthwatering aroma of rosemary and thyme, mingling with the buttery scent of garlic. Warmth radiated from the softly flickering candles arranged along the long walnut dining table, their golden light dancing over the linen runner and t