Kaila Wilkey Novels & Stories

Kane stood beside his sleek black McLaren, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he flicked his cigar to the ground, crushing it beneath his boot. The night was thick with tension, but it wasn't from the fight. It was from the blonde currently kneeling in front of him, her hands resting on his thighs as she worked him over with practiced ease. He should have been feeling something. Pleasure. Satisfaction. A hint of release. But instead, he felt nothing. Her mouth was warm, wet, eager—but there was no fire in it. No spark. No real connection. Just another woman desperate to say she had been with Kane Shawn. The underground champion. The undefeated god of the ring.

Outside, the music started. Kael was waiting at the end of a dirt aisle. No tux. Dark jeans. White button-down. Sleeves rolled. He looked like he might pass out. Priya stood next to him, holding Lila. Lila was in a white romper with ducks. A flower crown too big for her head. She had a basket of petals and the attention span of 4 seconds. “Stop bouncing,” Priya whispered to Kael. “You’re making the baby nervous.”