K A I

Chapter |6| Running From Heaven

E M E R Y ' S P. O. V

I'm at the club again. The fifth consecutive Saturday in a row.

What the f**k is my life?

I was never a party girl. I never looked forward to dressing up, shoving my feet in heels, primping every inch of my body even though nothing will ever happen between us.

Now I find myself counting down the days, then the hours, then the minutes...now this is really sad but I have a clock on my phone that's counting down the seconds until it hits ten.

Even at an hour I would consider late, the place is packed. People struggle to push past the hoards, desperately seeking a drink to inebriate themselves and forget their regular boring lives.

Like me.

I down my blue lagoon and gesture for another. The bartender, Matt, who I've become mildly acquainted with over these past few weeks, fights the urge to roll his eyes are passes me the drink.

Kai must have told him my drinks are on the house because he hasn't shaken me down for any payments yet. I'm not complaining about the free alcohol, especially since my boss cut my pay check down. Again.

God. It's 10:03.

I should just pack up and go home. You've lived dangerously for a while Emery. Meeting a guy you still barely know in a sinful club every Saturday. That's enough excitement for a lifetime.

Expect, Kai has me hooked. I've always been an adrenaline junkie, but I managed to tame my compulsions and now, meeting with this handsome stranger at night, fuels all that desire into something of urgency.

And Kai is my fix. He's made it so I'm dependent on him. I wonder if we're the same in that way. That we both crave one another with undeniable ferocity.

"I've always been curious to ask a redhead,"

Elbows plank themselves besides me, and I follow them up to find him. There's that familiar twinkle of mischief in his eyes that I can't ever seem to escape.

"Ask them what?" So we're playing the game.

It's quickly become my favourite game. We both pretend to be strangers, flirting in a random club like we've never met before.

He leans in impossibly closer. I can taste the fresh mint on his breath and for a moment he lingers quiet. Then his hand reaches up to push back my thick red hair.

"Does the carpet match the drapes?" I choke on a laugh, snorting so unattractively that my cheeks flame.

I try to desperately grab a napkin to wipe the glob of salvia that dropped down my chin but in the chaos of it all, knock over my drink.

"Fuck." Matt notices and waves me off as I attempt to clean it up with my one screwed up napkin.

"Jesus, I wonder what you would do if I told you exactly how I would like to f**k you." This statement doesn't faze me as much because it's all hypothetical.

Right?

And as a woman, I have this dying urge to know his response.

"How?" With that one word, his eyes spark and he settles on the bar stools we've recently labelled as our own.

"I have two fantasies. One, we f**k. No in between and two, we make love."

"There's two?"

"Of course. You're my friend Emery, that means I like you and in my own twisted way, I express caring about someone through sex."

A gross thought comes to mind. "But not your family right?"

He matches my disgust, face scrunching in revulsion. "No never. Ugh, that's a grim thought."

"Sorry, just making sure." I want to press further about family but I desire to hear his answer first. "So the more romantic, the more you like them?"

"I guess, all I know is these two fantasies that f**k with my mind, haunt my wet dreams and you're the only one who can stop them."

He's putting the ball in my corner, because whichever one I choose in some strange f****d up way reveals my own feelings. It leaves me vulnerable and gives him the power.

"I want to hear how you would make love to me." He gulps and tugs on my stool so we're closer to each other. Our faces mere inches away, that I can again taste his minty breath.

"We're in a hotel room, bed covered in roses and your cheeks flame up again to match your hair because you know exactly what's about to happen. We take our time, first making out and then we strip each other slowly. You were green lingerie to match your eyes, and then you let me closer. You pull me onto the bed, on top of you and let me sink in. Your moans, your cries, they're all proclamations of intense emotion that you're unable to express through words. I'm the same and turn into a blubbering fool, desperately thrusting inside of you like somehow it'll make us emotionally closer. When you c*m, it's the most beautiful I've ever seen and you say it's too much, you say you can't, but only I know your limitations. I f**k you over and over again, you c*m and you c*m until suddenly we both hit the greatest stage of euphoria we've ever known. Then, we come down from it all. Tears in our eyes, smiles brighter than the moon and we know deep down, it'll never be better than this."

Holy...fuck. I think I just came. No, really, I can feel my panties soaked wet from just the sheer excellence of his words.

Fuck, I'm in trouble. Deep deep trouble, because I've never wanted to give myself to anyone more than Kai. And I'm the one woman he won't f**k.

Suddenly, ephemeral s*x sounds a lot better than lasting friendship.

He smiled gently, but I've never seen Kai so uncomfortable before. "I know it's a lot. I've spent a lot of sleepless night's thinking about."

"I'm almost scared to ask about the one where you f**k me." We laugh but the loud blare of the speakers interrupts. I had almost forgotten where we were. For a moment, it was just the two of us.

"Do you want go somewhere quiet?" I straighten up instantly, nodding, and he takes my head, leading me through the busy crowd.

Does this mean...no. No way. Or maybe...uh f**k.

I have no idea this man is f*****g crazy and unpredictable and wild and, everything that I'm not. You can't predict crazy.

We walk up a flight of curled stairs, passing through a velvet rope and a security guard on the way. Kai doesn't need to speak to them, or even look at them, they just know him instantly.

Girls fawn over him. They laugh on the sidelines and try to touch him. He brushes them off with a smile and clutches my hand a little tighter. They think I'm with him, so they glare.

I guess I kind of am, but I feel like I'm claiming my territory by holding his hand. Owning something that is too unruly to be possessed.

I drop his hand, forcing him to look back. Instead of responding, I smile and gesture towards forward. He notices the brush off but keeps moving on.

It's hard to see from the misty fog that coats the upper floor. Smoking is prohibited downstairs but I'm guessing up here it's allowed since you pay for the luxury of sitting behind red rope.

My eyes latch onto Kai's white shirt, and don't let it drop. That is until I'm shoved aside by a blonde in a tight blue dress.

"Kai!" She screams, latching onto his arm. His head whips around, eyes scanning the floor until he finds me and his harsh gaze softens.

I offer up a smile but my face becomes shadowed behind the girl who steps in front of me. Her body is c****d to one side like she's ready to take blood, yet there an undeniable attraction in the way she accentuates her slim figure for show.

For him. Kai doesn't take the bait.

He barely looks at her as he gently passes by her to offer me up his hand again. Reluctantly, I take it.

"I thought you don't do girlfriends Kai."

So she's his past hookup. It's strange, she's everything I've envisioned Kai would be with, would find attractive. She's beautiful, incredibly glamorous, and I should support my friend to talk to her because on looks alone they're the perfect match.

Yet there's this squeezing sensation inside my chest. It's almost suffocating, making it painful to breathe. The very thought of Kai with her...it hurts. A lot.

"Edie...no Eva?" f**k. He doesn't even know her name.

Her head whips around and pierces him. "It's Evelyn." She responds tersely. "You never called."

"I never said I would."

"But we had s*x. Incredible s*x. Good sex."

"That we both decided was just a one night stand." He steps close to rest his hand in her shoulder. "I'm sorry." Pain flinches in his eyes.

It's weird. A play it with remorse, with guilt. He doesn't want to hurt us women, as a collective, but he can't help but too. I would say he's a s*x addict if I wasn't a qualified doctor who recognises he doesn't match the specific symptoms.

He needs s*x, like all us. Yet, he's detached from it. s*x is just about bodies for him. The mind and heart remain out of it, so he has more s*x than most because to him it's always just been physical pleasure.

I could have been a psychologist in another life, but I fear it's only Kai I can read so easily. In ways we're so connected it's strange. I see parts of myself within him and it's hard to not become attached to that.

I feel sorry for the woman. Then her eyes flit to me, "What does she have that I don't?" Pure venom spits from her mouth. Ouch. That hurt.

"Goodbye Evelyn." Kai is curt and nothing else, but his fists bawl at his sides, like trying to reign himself in.

As she storms away, my hand is clutched again and Kai yanks me out of the open and into a darkened office. A huge lava lamp sits in the corner, switching from purple to green to blue, illuminating the room with a faint hue.

"Is this yours?"

He grins, moving aside some paper work so I can sit on the desk. "It's Aaron's but he's barely here. Mostly I occupy the space if I need some quiet or just a place to chill."

"Do you f**k people up here?"

"Never." Kai has never lied to me. He's evaded the truth, changed topics, hidden behind jokes but he's always honest.

I struggle to perch on the wood with my tight dress so Kai closes the space between us and lifts me up. My eyes find his. We're both just inches from each other yet there's a great distance that lingers in the word friend.

"Is that guy still giving you trouble?"

"Which...oh." Jason. The name brings back horrific memories of that night, that taints the warm feelings after first meeting Kai.

"No. He hasn't. He's stayed away from me surprisingly. I think I'll be okay."

Kai grimaces. "I don't like the word think. I want certainty he won't ever f**k with you again."

"And how would you get certainty?"

I gasp as his cold fingers gently push back my red hair. "I have my ways Emery."

"To do with your job?" I still don't know what he does, and like always, he smiles evasively to change the topic. Not this time. "Why won't you tell me what you do?"

"It's boring."

"Somehow how I doubt anything concerning is boring."

"Yeah, why?"

"Because...you're thrilling. You're wild and unruly and you live life a hundred miles faster than anybody else."

"So do you Doctor Grayson. You just haven't realised it yet." Then he kisses me. The invisible barrier in front of me blows up and suddenly the word friends becomes diminished, lost to the winds.

I clutch his hair, grasping at the silky strands, as he delves his tongue deeper into my mouth. A moan breaks our kiss, and he pulls back gently, as though assessing me.

I'm inebriated. Not by alcohol or tiredness but by him. He's drugged me and now I'm nothing but a body lacking words.

He grins, tracing my uplifted lips, and kisses me again. Harder this time. Deeper.

Our kiss doesn't stop as his hand trails up my thigh, or as he grazes the lace fabric beneath my legs, and rips my panties off.

Oh. My clit thrums as he rubs his thumb over it gently, rolling it back and forth to get me wet. I'm already soaked, I want to tell him, but my mind prohibits it, consumed by the way his lips mesh perfectly in synch with mine.

Slowly, two fingers push inside of me. My head threatens to roll back but he grips my hair, continuing to savage my lips as hard as he pumps his fingers into me.

There's no rhythm or time, just hard and fast movements that cause my body to shudder in response. I feel it everywhere, but mostly in my mind.

My mind threatens my inevitable o****m. It corrupts it.

Friends. Comes back. Just friends. Only friends.

You were alone without him, so alone. Don't risk friendship, him, for a cheap f**k. Don't be another woman for him to forget, don't be another distraction.

I wrench his fingers out of me and my p***y clenches in dispute. She wants him, but I can't betray logic. Not for s*x.

He stares at me confused, and hurt. Like I've broken his sacred ritual, disrupted his peace of mind. "I can't."

Shoving down my dress, I push him aside and I run out the door, ignoring his desperate shouts for me to come back.

I run and run and don't stop until I'm crying so hard it hurts to breathe.

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A/N: f**k!! I love this chapter and I loved writing about Kai through Emery's perspective!!

Anyways what did you guys think??

Thoughts on Kai's little fantasy? ?

On Emery running away?

What do you think will happen next?? Will Emery call or will Kai find her again??