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I don’t want that! “I, Kevin Parker, will never fall in love!”

He says and smiles. I go into my fighting stance, and I notice he looks surprised for a second, but he doesn’t say anything. For the next hour, he tests me, my strength, speed, and techniques. I am down many times. But I did manage to take him down also. When we stand, we both look at each other, and Parker chuckles. “You are good, but are you by any chance related to a warrior named Klaus? I never knew his last name.” Parker said.

She requested while Kiara stared at her like she wasn't there. "Ok, it's official. Something's wrong with you." Kiara said. "Just show me the pictures." "I never thought there'd come a day when I'd have to show you pictures of your crush." Kiara mused before unlocking her phone and showing her a picture. It was Chase Parker and Cindy. She didn't look like a nerd at all, she looked exactly like Shelly only much more beautiful. Kiara showed her another picture of Cindy and her dad but the man looked exactly like her father.

His voice had been low, matter-of-fact, with that slight accent she couldn’t quite place. She grabbed her mat and bag, locked the car, and walked to the door. It opened before she could knock. Kai stood there in black joggers that sat low on his hips and a fitted gray tank that showed the lean, sculpted muscle of his shoulders and arms. He was barefoot, as always. At six-three, with smooth olive skin and sharp features framed by dark hair tied back in a loose knot, he looked more like a dancer than a yoga instructor. His flexibility was legendary in the local studios. People whispered he could hold handstands for twenty minutes and fold into positions most bodies simply refused.

Vane rested a hand on my shoulder lightly. “Go on,” he said. I laughed and walked over reluctantly. Riley threw an arm around my neck while Lisa snapped pictures. “Smile like a rich kid,” she instructed. “I am not a rich kid.” “You literally just got a G-Wagon.” “Fair point.” The camera flashed again. In the corner of my eye— I saw Kai move. Not toward us. He walked back toward the patio slowly, shoulders stiff. Something about that bothered me. A lot more than it should have.

The three males are unable to untangle themselves from so many vines, and I use that opportunity to call Austin, snarling at him, without even waiting for a response, “Get your damn packmates. I am sick of this bullshit!” My hands are trembling as I watch the males fight to release themselves. The middle one manages to do so, and rushes towards me. I can see death in his eyes, so I muster every bit of power still lingering within me and jerk my hand out, giving him the shock of his life. I can smell his burnt flesh as he is thrown backwards. Everything is quiet afterwards, except the two males screaming for Garrett and Garett looking stunned, struggling to stand up. Austin arrives at some po

“I guess my age concern is invalid.” “The work concern isn’t, though.” Parker moved from the opening of the closet, pulling his stained T-shirt off and putting on another one very similar to the first. His stomach was smooth and thin like a swimmer, his skin pale and yet attractive. He winked at her after he pulled his shirt down. “Like the show?” “Always. Nothing like watching a sexy man who feels like a brother to you dress himself.” “Pervert. I feel molested.” Parker walked toward her as she turned and jogged to the front door, Parker picking up speed to catch up.

They must have a reserved notion of the people who use the park, anyone outside of their pre-approved demographic must seem like a person with malicious intent. An unexpected voice speaks from behind me while I am preoccupied with staring down the middle aged women, almost making me leap into the pond. “Excuse me, I’m looking for someone in a bright green shirt and tan jeans,” I turn around to see Parker feigning to search around the park, “is that you Miss?” “Not going to lie, I almost jumped into the pond.” “And possibly ruin your uh— interesting fashion choice?” I hang my head in shame, “I know, it’s not ideal, but I’m technically on my lunch break and I didn’t have time to change out of

Kai stood right behind me, his big hands gripping my hips to “correct my form.” “Fuck, Zara,” he growled, his voice low and rough. “Your ass looks incredible when you squat like that.” I pushed back against him, feeling the massive bulge in his shorts pressing against me. “Then stop talking and do something about it, Kai.” He didn’t hesitate. In one swift motion, he yanked my leggings and thong down to my knees, exposing my bare, dripping pussy. He dropped to his knees behind me and buried his face between my cheeks, licking me from clit to ass in one long, hungry stroke.

He'd tease the hell out of me and I'd do nothing to him. Kai studied me for a long moment. “You’re not going to answer me?” Silence. He smirked faintly. “Stef… unfortunately, I’m not a female. But I can make you feel better. If you don’t feel better after what I do to you…” He paused, his fingers tightening slightly. “…then I’ll call the rest of the pack.” A short laugh escaped me. “There will be no need for that.” He grinned. “Alright then. Let’s make you feel better.”