Chapter forty

Becca

A few months had passed, and a lot had changed.

Okay, not much. I'm lying.

It was the ending of another chilly month. Christmas and New Years had been exceptionally enjoyable. The days spent with family and friends were something to remember. Now, entering yet another windy month of February, I was hoping for a fresh start full of success and normality.

I vowed to myself that I would prevent any more drama entering my life. While clinking glasses with the girls on December 31st, I took an oath to dedicate the year 2013 to changing my life for the better. It was a New Year’s resolution that I couldn't afford to fuck up.

Sadly, Uncle Clayton, Diamond and Claycia would be leaving at the end of the month to head back to Jamaica. It's gonna be odd without them around. I had gotten used to Claycia drifting around the house. I was used to Diamond's erotic dance routines (despite the fact she's only 10). I was especially used to Uncle Clayton's loudmouth and overprotective ways. They had become part of our home, and I was definitely gonna miss them.

I had met up with Stacey before she headed back to Manchester a few weeks back. She seemed really ecstatic from the last time I saw her: something about winning a case. I decided not to pry, simply cos of the fact that she’s fucking weird. It was bait how she and Javon were together, but Javon was acting off. Apparently Stacey wasn’t talking to him. I found it adorable how they’ve already experienced their first row. I warned her that he was a prick, anyway.

I saw Kayden on a late Thursday afternoon last month. I had just finished work and decided to stop off at the Chinese shop for some food. Unfortunately for me, he happened to be in the queue. He saw me, but we didn’t exchange any words. I found it odd that he didn’t attempt to speak to me, not even once.

Not that I cared...

I don’t. Whatever init.

This is what I wanted in the first place; to be able to move on and just forget about him. It’s hard, but eventually he would find someone else and completely forget about me—and vice versa. I have to admit, I was somewhat grateful that he didn’t bother me when I bumped into him in the street one other time. He merely gazed at me with soft eyes and continued walking. He didn’t say one word to me.

I shouldn’t even care.

I don’t. Like I said...whatever.

A part of me wanted to converse with Kayden again; just as friends, nothing more. I miss that friendship we had before all this mess started...before he left. Something in me knew deep down that we were better off as friends, but that yearning lust I had for him overpowered my rationality. Sometimes I would go through my phone and hover over his number, just to stare at it. I would always have an inward battle to decide whether to delete his number or not, but I end up throwing my phone instead.

Tyreece has been acting hostile ever since that night. He refused to please me properly, and whenever I was close enough...he’d stop. It was frustrating, and very obvious that he was only doing it to prove a point. The odd time we’d crack jokes and go on outings, but that was about it. I couldn’t really blame him for his behaviour, but I couldn’t help but wonder how long he would keep this up. It was clear that he wanted intimacy as much as I did, but he really wanted to punish me...and it was working.

February the 8th. I grumbled insults to myself about the stupid manager, Mr. Smith, as I continued to clear the counter. The dickhead had put me on overtime without my consent. I had a couple hours left of my shift, and I couldn’t wait to get home and terrorise Andre. It had been a while!

Chanel exited the staff room, pulling on her winter coat and smiling at me.

"Someone’s happy," I noticed. She was literally glowing, with a grin forever gracing her face. "And I have that coat."

She laughed. "Yeah, I bought it and realised too late that it was the same one."

I waved my hand dismissively. "Don’t worry, you rock it well."

And she did. The more I focused on Chanel, the more I began to notice how similar we both were. Aside from our demeanour, we actually looked the same. At first the thought scared me, but now it was amusing. Everyone at work always said we were doubles: twins that had been separated at birth. She was older, but still had a young face.

She zipped up her coat. "Right. I’m off," she announced merrily.

I sprayed more disinfectant on the counter before giving it another wipe. "I envy you," I mumbled.

She laughed and gave a mocking grin. "Why don’t you sneak out and leave the cleaning to Javon? You usually do."

Simple: because I had to do everything in my power to avoid...him. I realised he was always in Brixton around 5:00pm on some kind of important business. If I waited just a little longer, I’d be able to travel home without bumping into him a third time. I didn’t want to lay eyes on him right now. I’d rather do the hard labour for another hour, just to prevent confrontation.

I gave a shrug. "I’ve turned a new cheek. Plus, my shift isn’t over."

She snorted a laugh. "Bullshit. That’s never stopped you before."

"It’s a new year, Chanel. New year, new me."

She rolled her eyes. "These times you already broke your new year’s resolution."

"Which was?"

"Not to swear, remember?"

I raised a brow and stopped cleaning altogether. "I haven’t sworn!"

"On the second day of January you swore at Javon for stepping on your new Vans. Even yesterday, you called the customer a ‘fucking paigon’."

I stared at her blankly for a few seconds before turning away. "Fuck you, yeah?"

She laughed. "I need to get going though, Ishi’s waiting for me."

I stifled a laugh as I was reminded of her man’s name. I had seen him once before when he came to drop something off for Chanel. He was nice-looking, but the name killed me every time! Especially when she told me his full name after had I met him...

Isiyoshindika Jones.

I had never laughed so hard before. I even cried and fell to the floor. She knew exactly how I felt about the name when I laughed in his face while shaking his hand in greeting. I just couldn’t help myself.

Shit, and I used to give Charles a hard time.

"That’s...nice. You going to his?" I asked with a twisted smile.

She noticed my expression and screwed. "Fuck off, Rebecca."

I suddenly burst out laughing and slammed my hand on the counter, causing some customers to look in my direction. "I’m sorry yeah, but why is that his name?!"

She shook her head. "He didn’t ask for it! It means ‘unconquerable warrior’."

"With a shit name," I giggled.

A small smile formed on her lips. "You’re badmind."

"Just let me know why his name is most of the alphabet."

She punched me lightly on the arm. "Leave him alone."

I held up my hands in defeat. "Alright alright. Just have a good time, yeah?"

She gave a little wave and headed out. I finished cleaning the countertop and stacking more muffins on display, then I checked the time. Still had a while to go. I kissed my teeth and decided to make myself a drink to kill the time.

My shift was over! I dashed my apron on a customer’s head before leaving through the door with a grin on my face. It was always good to leave work in high spirits. I was serious about leading a better life. I had to start being optimistic and cheerful. I passed the local Chinese shop and sighed in relief when I saw that he wasn’t in there. Once I got my food, I headed home.

I arrived in record time, slamming the door behind me and kicking my Vans off. I hung my coat up and was greeted by a very excited Diamond.

She held me round the waist and grinned. "G’afternoon Becc’s."

"Hello big gyal. Where is everyone?"

"Daddy and Claycia gone shop, Kieran’s upstairs, and Uncle went to Andre’s parent’s evening..." she paused, and her eyes were immediately drawn to the plastic bag I was carrying. "Chinese food?"

I nodded. She glanced up at me with pleading eyes. I sighed and handed it to her. "Take half and leave the rest in the fridge. She screamed in delight and snatched the bag off me before running off. "You’re welcome," I called after her.

"T’ank yuh, sweetness!" I laughed and headed upstairs. Funny thing about Diamond was her accent came and went whenever it pleased. She kept the household alive with her childish charm and comical behaviour; I actually didn’t want her to leave. I closed the door and went straight to my drawer. After taking out my media work, I sat on the bed and began to proofread. I only had a week to finish my coursework; I refused to have any outstanding pieces before 6th form ended. I lay back on the bed with a sigh and edited the work, all the while thinking about the peaceful afternoon I had. I could get used to a calm life like this.

Later on that night, I lay in bed watching TV, bored as fuck. I couldn’t sleep for shit, and there was no-one interesting to talk to. Not to mention I was feeling abit...turned on. No matter what I did, my mind always focused back to Kayden—especially at night! It was disturbing, but sometimes I would attempt to please myself, since Ty was being an asshole about it. All these months of not being satisfied was actually excruciating. As attracted as I was to Tyreece, Kayden was always the one to please me without a second thought, even if I didn’t instigate it. His fingers worked a kind of magic that should’ve been forbidden. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, trying my best to clear my mind, but the memory of that eventful day in my room came flooding back...

My back arched and a guttural moan escaped my lips. His fingers delved into my drenched area, showing no mercy. Straight away he twisted his fingers, causing my thighs to quiver and my chest to tighten.

"K...Kayden..." I clutched onto his shirt and grit my teeth. He kissed my neck and drifted down to lick my collarbone. My heart thumped and my mouth became extremely dry with the action of his hands. I had forgotten how good it felt to be penetrated this way. Kayden’s long, dexterous fingers pressed deeper, wriggling around to seek out that sweet spot he knew I loved. My breathing quickened and I found my nails raking over his arm in need. He continued further in, curling his digits and rubbing my clit with his thumb.

"Ahh!" His fingers tickled that spot, electrifying all the fibres in my system and sending a jolt through my body. My thighs trembled at the feel and I breathed deeply, my eyes meeting his.

He gave a small smile. "Found it."

I panted and felt immensely weak. He continued to prod at the spot, leaving me biting my lip in longing and coiling my toes at the endless feeling of pent up ecstasy.

"Please...please stop," I rasped in desperation. The dryness in my throat prevented me from speaking in the firm tone I was hoping for.

"I’ll stop when you cum," he said, his voice low and rough.

My thighs tensed when his finger rubbed over that painfully-sweet spot once again. "I can’t take it," I wheezed.

"You’re more sensitive than before."

I breathed heavily and my entire body shivered involuntarily as he upped the pace of his fingers. Suddenly he wrapped an arm around me and lifted my body up, then he laid me back and rested between my legs, the motion of his fingers never ceasing. I cursed profanities as he changed the pace of his fingers again, all the while lifting up my summer dress. I moaned quietly and found myself grinding my hips into his hand. Eventually my dress was discarded, leaving me in just a bra. His lips rested by my neck and his teeth nipped at my skin gently.

"Is Tyreece not doing his job properly?" he questioned between bites.

The mention of his name caused my heart to ulcer. I squirmed on the bed and attempted to turn over, but he held me firmly in place and spread my legs further apart with his knees. The feeling was extraordinary; my loins were straining for liberation. Kayden brought his face closer to mine and breathed on my lips, his minty breath fanning my cheeks.

"Does he make you cum, Rebecca?"

"Kayden, please..." With all my strength I pushed weakly against his chest, but he simply continued, planting moist kisses on my neck and trailing his tongue languidly over my breasts. All the while I thought of Tyreece and how wrong this was, but I was now beginning to reach my limit—I hadn’t felt this aroused in ages.

I heard a satisfied grunt from above. "You’re almost there."

As if on cue, my stomach began to twist and I panted heavily, now pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. That familiar feeling was building within me. I wanted him nearby when I was ready to tip over that edge of ecstasy.

My heartbeat quickened and my throat closed up. I gripped onto his shirt and stammered quietly, "I-I’m gonna..."

"Come on," he growled softly, now rubbing my clit faster in circles. Just like that, my stomach lurched and I succumbed to the incredible sensation that I had been craving all this time...

My eyes snapped open and I gasped in huge amounts of air as the memory fizzled out. I swallowed hard and peered around in the darkness. The recollection left me moist and very much conflicted. That day with Kayden was the one thing I had tried so hard to repress, but it would always haunt me at dire times like this. Everything he did that day was to satisfy me, but it was hurtful to think about, since it wasn’t Tyreece.

I sighed and turned onto my back. These lewd thoughts were really getting to me. After wracking my brain for any feasible method to forget the situation, I made up my mind. Thankfully Claycia was in the spare room with Diamond, so there was no rush. I braced myself and slowly let my right hand drift down my chest, past my navel, nearing my pyjama bottoms. I gulped and breathed heavily.

I’ve been deprived this whole time.

Just one little touch won’t hurt...

Just one...

My phone began to vibrate as soon as my fingers slipped past the waistband. I quickly retracted my hand and looked at the caller I.D. The irony was uncanny, as if God was stopping me from doing anything sinful. I cursed mentally and tried to calm myself down before finally answering.

Me: "Hey, Ty."

Tyreece: "You alright?"

Me: "Yeah, just...reading." He paused momentarily

Tyreece: "It’s 1:30 in the morning, and you never read."

Me: "I enjoy the odd book," I muttered. I turned on my side and tried to ignore the throbbing between my thighs. "You sound upset. What’s wrong?"

Tyreece: "Not upset, just tired. Wanted to see what you were up to."

Me: "Hm, alright... Valentine’s Day is coming up."

Tyreece: "Yeah, I know." He didn’t sound the slightest bit interested. My smile wavered and I found myself frowning.

Me: "That’s all?"

Tyreece: "What did you expect me to say?" I rubbed my face. I didn’t expect someone like Ty to be so clueless.

Me: "You’re a cunt." He laughed.

Tyreece: "A cunt, yeah? Who took you out last Valentines?" I paused, suddenly remembering that it was infact Ty who had taken me to the restaurant, then the London Eye. I also remembered how I felt that month: depressed that Kayden wasn’t around. Alot had definitely changed since then.

Me: "You did. Still a cunt though."

Tyreece: "Mm. We had a good time, init?" I recalled how special he made me feel that day, and how he managed to cheer me up so much. The necklace he had given me still rested comfortably around my neck. I touched the cold material and smiled slightly.

Me: "We did," I murmured.

Tyreece: "I used to always want to take you out, but I was too shy to ask. Zion would tease me about it all the time." I cooed at the confession.

Me: "Zion’s a prick, forget about him. That’s cute though. You should’ve just asked."

Tyreece: "Nah, I wanted to wait for the right moment, when you were available." I thought about my history with other boys and realised that I wasn’t always available. I had dedicated my time and heart to Leon for the most part, till he fucked around and caused me stress. Even before that, the odd relationship with different pricks from school was a waste of time. Tyreece and I have been going strong for a good year, which was a change, and a big victory for me.

Me: "Well, you have me now," I concluded.

Tyreece: "Yeah, and I don’t plan to let you go. Ever." I smiled to myself.

Me: "Sweetboy."

Tyreece: "Hush. I’m gone now anyway: gonna sleep."

Me: "I’ll see you at the racetrack tomorrow."

Tyreece: "Yeah. Night Becc’s."

Me: "G’night." I locked off and stared ahead at the plain wall. I was concealed by darkness, with nothing to distract my thoughts. Thankfully, that ache had disappeared, leaving me with a clear head and tired eyes. I put my phone to charge and eventually drifted off.

Kayden

"See you next week, Kayden. Bright and early, yeah?"

"Of course. Later." I threw the duffel bag over my shoulder and said my goodbyes before walking off. It was a windy Saturday afternoon, and I was ready to sprint home to have a nice hot shower and chill. My body ached and I was in need of some crow, but I’ve never felt so good. Life was calm at the moment; been getting on with different things and staying out of trouble, which was somethin’ I haven’t been able to do since the age of fourteen. Everything was looking up, so I had no complaints. I soon reached the shop and bought a bottle of water before heading to the bus stop.

"Oi, Tempz!" I paused when I heard the voice and turned to see Levi approaching. He was my main man from back in the day, until he moved away for abit with his family. Apparently he’s been back for a long time, and I didn’t even realise. We now do the same job, which gave us the chance to jam every Saturday. He caught up to me and we continued walking. "You snake, didn’t even wait for me."

I laughed. "Forgot man."

"Where you headed?"

"Home fam, I’m tired."

He nodded. "Yeah, might do the same. Gonna go check someone first though."

"That same girl?"

He smiled widely. "Yeah."

I noticed his expression and nudged him. "You should bring her with you next week."

"Kim? Nah, she wouldn’t like all that. She’s more into books and studying."

I chuckled. "Who studies as a hobby?"

"She does. She’s mad smart though."

"You always compliment her. How is she not your girl yet?"

He laughed and shook his head. "It’s not like that man; we’re just friend’s init."

I looked at him with a raised brow. "Chat shit." I saw my bus was approaching the nearby bus stop. "I’ll catch you later, yeah?"

"Cool." We spudded and I jogged to the bus stop and boarded before the doors closed. I soon arrived home and went straight to my room after greeting my mum. I pulled off my jumper and grabbed my towel, ready for a shower, then my phone buzzed. I answered after checking the I.D.

Me: "Chris."

Chris: "Hey! You finished football coaching yeah?" I laughed at the way he greeted man. He was so fucking strange.

Me: "Yeah, just reached yard."

Chris: "Calm. Just thought I’d let you know somethin’ I heard earlier that sounded kinda dodgy still." I sat down on the bed.

Me: "What?"

Chris: "Spoke to Kenneth an hour ago. Apparently some next shit is going down fam." I raised a brow at the mention of that wasteman.

Me: "You still chat to Ken?"

Chris: "Yeah. He’s sayin’ Nicholas and Clapz have been involved in random attacks lately." I lay back on the bed and sighed. Them two attacking people was nothing new.

Me: "What you mean random attacks?"

Chris: "A few incidents have happened in the past week. Thing is, all the victims have been girls." I quickly got up and shut the door. I stayed silent for a moment.

Me: "Marik?" I guessed.

Chris: "Fuck knows, man. They still work for him init, so it must be him ."

I screwed immediately. Why would he even do something so fucked? I knew he was a prick but this was going too far. Targeting females was something he never usually did.

Chris: "Know what’s even more fucked? All the girls had similar jobs." I sighed.

Me: "You’re not making sense, Chris."

Chris: "Aye, I’m just passing on information init. Ken said he refused to do it, didn’t wanna harm any girls." So Kenneth turned a new cheek, yeah? Before, he didn’t give a flying fuck who Marik ordered him to hurt, as long as he got some p and a bag of crow. Seems like he was maturing a little—he’s still a wasteman though.

Me: "Why’s he telling you this?" I asked.

Chris: "Dunno, but it’s mad. These girls are either missing or have ended up in hospital. I’m thinking maybe Marik is after someone." I grunted quietly in agreement.

Me: "Maybe. Dunno why he’d be after a girl though."

Chris: "Alie! And the fact that they all work in cafe’s aswell...that’s some conspiracy shit." I went through my drawer and got out some crow. As I separated the purple kush with an old ruler, I wondered what all this shit could mean. Marik was obviously after someone—a girl in particular—who worked in a cafe/restaurant.

Me: "What would Marik want with cafe workers?" I asked myself.

Chris: "Fam, all I know is I’m staying in my yard! After the shit we went through I ain’t involving myself in anythin’ else."

Me: "Mm." I peered out the window and felt an odd twinge in my stomach. "Aye, I’ll bell you later."

Chris: "Yeah." I locked off and rolled the rizla up then left it on the windowsill. My mind went blank as I thought up different possibilities to this mystery. I was looking to stay out of trouble this year. After being questioned by the police on Leon’s disappearance last month, I decided I wouldn’t do anything else to raise suspicion. Luckily, the feds couldn’t find any evidence of me being in contact with Leon, and soon released me from the cell overnight. Turns out me running off for a good year was pointless.

I glared at my Blackberry and decided to go through my contacts. None of it made sense. Different girls were being attacked and beaten; all with the same occupation. What worried me the most was the fact that Ree had a similar job. I needed to know if she was safe. If I was gonna stay out of all the hype and drama, so was she. Haven’t spoken to her since that day back at hers, it was gonna be awkward but I had to check up on her. Reluctantly, I called her number on private. She answered, breathing down the phone lightly.

Ree: "Yeah, who’s speaking?"

Me: "It’s me." Nothing was said for a few seconds, then I heard a quiet sigh.

Ree: "What is it?"

Me: "Where are you?"

Ree: "Why must you know?"

Me: "Answer the question, Rebecca." She tutted through the phone.

Ree: "Out with Tyreece." I stared blankly out the window and found my fists clenching. "What do you want, anyway? It’s been four months and you call me now."

Me: "I heard some disturbing things today. Just be careful, especially at work." She paused briefly.

Ree: "The fuck are you on about?"

Me: "You heard me. Don’t travel alone, and don’t stay out late." She chuckled.

Ree: "Who do you think you are?" I kissed my teeth.

Me: "Rebecca..."

Ree: "What gives you the right to order me about like I’m a prick? I told you to stay away from me, Kayden, and that includes phonecall’s. I don’t need you to protect me. I’m capable of looking after myself. Now fuck off!" Straight away, the dial tone sounded.

I sighed and threw my phone down. She was so fucking stubborn, but atleast I knew she was safe for the time being. I couldn’t afford for something to happen to her, not like the last time. I wanted to do everything in my power to protect myself and the loved ones around me. Didn’t wanna let Rebecca know about the whole Marik ting, she’d probably worry and be over-cautious at work. I wanted her to lead a normal life for once. If that involved me not seeing her, then I’m all for it. But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t check up on her from time to time.

I grabbed a lighter and sparked up the zoot. Opening the window, I leaned against it and...bunned.

I arrived at Aaliyah’s flat later that evening. She had called and asked for company, since her little sister was back at her mums. I flicked through the channels on her 32 inch Samsung TV and screwed.

"Nothing’s on," I mumbled. "Sky never used to be this shit."

She suddenly leaned across the sofa and grabbed the remote. "You’re not looking in the right places. Let’s watch a movie."

I rested my feet on the coffee table and turned to her. "Yeah. You got anything recorded on here?"

Her thin eyebrows tensed as she squinted to see the screen. "I recorded a few. Texas Chainsaw, Think Like a Man, The Avengers, Django..."

I shrugged, not bothered. "Seen ‘em all."

She chuckled and grinned. "Django it is."

She selected the film and it started. I got comfortable and lay back on the sofa. She suddenly stood up and dimmed the lights. I raised an eyebrow and watched her as she rested ontop of me, her soft breasts squashed against my chest.

She noticed my expression and giggled. "What?"

"There’s enough space on this chair to lie next to me, y’know."

She shrugged. "You’re more comfortable."

I faced the screen and tried my hardest to ignore the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I could feel her heartbeat quickening and her breath become more laboured. The tension was too high, but we were both relaxed. Halfway through the film, she realised something was on my mind and asked me what was wrong. I told her about the phonecall with Rebecca and she pouted at the mention of her name.

"See what I mean? She’s a bitch. You try hard for her and she still treats you like shit."

"After what I did, I can’t blame her."

She tutted, exasperated. "I don’t like her, Kayden."

"Shocking," I replied sarcastically.

"I mean it, I really don’t. She doesn’t deserve your attention."

I peered up at her and gently pushed her off before sitting up. "Allow it, Li. She just needs more time init."

Her face softened and she rubbed my chest. "You’re being too hard on yourself. It'll be alright. Trust me."

I chuckled tensely at such a lie. "I doubt it."

She leaned her face even closer as she continued to watch me with huge, glossy eyes. I studied her see-through top and found myself staring. "I promise you it'll all work out, Kayden."

"Mm." I closed my eyes and sighed. Thinking about Rebecca was stressful. She was like a disobedient child that I couldn’t control. True say she’s always been that way, but now she didn’t even want to see me, which pissed me off.

I felt Aaliyah’s body heat and heard movement on the leather chair. "I know what to do about her. I have plans to make it all go away. I want to make you feel better."

I grunted in response and rested my head back, but paused when I felt something soft press against my lips. I opened my eyes to see Aaliyah's face close to mine.

The fuck?

I turned my head to break the kiss and watched her suspiciously. Her expression had changed. She was panting heavily, a faint blush on her cheeks.

"What you doing?" I asked. She suddenly climbed over and straddled me on the chair. With no other words, she leaned in again and kissed me. I sat there briefly with open eyes, wondering what the fuck she was doing...but I didn’t pull away. My eyes closed gradually and I began to kiss her back. She got comfortable on my lap and held me round the neck to deepen the kiss. Her tongue lapped against my bottom lip and pushed through to play with mine. I grabbed her ass and pulled her down harder on my piece. Her lips parted and she moaned quietly into my mouth. Then her hands began to wander, eventually reaching my jeans. She felt my erection and cupped it in her hands. I pulled away and stared at her face.

We held strong eye contact and she slid down on all fours infront of the chair. She groped the bulge through my jeans and gave me a knowing look. I sighed, it took all effort to pry her hands away, but she simply forced them back to continue. She pulled down the zipper of my jeans and unbuttoned the front of the boxers, releasing my dick and allowing it to spring forward.

I hissed at the feel of cool air on tender skin and watched her, anticipating her movements. Her eyes were hazy with lust and her lips were swollen and moist from all the kissing. Her entire face seemed distant as she grabbed the base of my dick. I flinched and closed my eyes.

"Li...don't..." I warned quietly.

"I want to," she whispered quietly, now feeling the girth and running her thumb along my balls. "It’s been a while, Kayden." She began to stroke upwards towards the head. I analysed her hand’s movements, my jaw tensed as she gripped at the tip. "We never get to bond like this anymore." She leaned forward slowly and gave the head a gentle peck.

I swallowed thickly. "It only happened once. You wanted to try it."

"And I liked it," she responded in low tones, still stroking the length with a firm grip. She pulled the skin back and smiled gently. "You liked it back then aswell, and you like it now." To prove her point, she gave it a gentle squeeze and I tensed.

"What the fuck are you playing at, Aaliyah?" I murmured with half-lidded eyes. I was vex at the fact that she was doing this without reason, but turned on by the motion of her hands.

She gave the length a long, warm lick. I swallowed hard and felt my body turn slack. I was so hard by now my dick began to pulse. The flared tip already had pre-cum. She noticed my bodily reaction and tilted her head slightly. "You still taste the same."

"Stop fucking around," I warned again. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold back.

"But you like it," she defended; now stroking in a slow, teasing rhythm.

"The fuck do you expect when you're lick—argh..." I hissed through my teeth when she sucked me fully into her mouth, all the way down to the hilt. My back arched up off the chair and I grabbed her head. "Shit..."

When she pulled back, she licked the frenulum and pulled on the skin softly with her lips. I breathed deeply and carried on watching. She then began to move her head slowly, pumping me into her mouth while using both hands to stroke me simultaneously. Part of me wanted to stop her and leave, but the carnal desire in me wanted nothing more than to buss in her mouth and have her swallow. It'd been a long time since a girl had given me head, and I weren't about to lose the opportunity, even if it was Aaliyah.

I can’t hold back anymore.

"Bonding yeah?" I gave a lazy smile and thrust my hips upward, causing her to gag at the unexpected intrusion down her throat. "You used to be such a good girl, Li." She muttered something in response but was unable to talk with my length thrusting down her throat, getting deeper each time.

I stroked her hair back and grit my teeth. For someone so inexperienced, she was doing well. "Open wider, loosen your muscles," I instructed. She complied and her throat muscles became looser, granting my dick access further in. The feeling was immense, I didn't realise I was holding her head and pounding into her mouth until she gagged again.

My stomach clenched and I shut my eyes. "Shit...Aaliyah..." She continued deep-throating and moaning at the same time, sending pulsing vibrations to my groin. "You sound just like Ree when you moan," I mocked, smoothing her hair back.

Suddenly she pulled away, more pre-cum and sloppy saliva dribbling down her chin. "Don't mention her. It’s just you and me, Kayden."

I watched her closely without a response. She continued, pulling her lips back slightly and grazing her teeth lightly at the mid-point. My breath hitched in my throat. "Such a tease," I muttered.

She glanced up and gave a weak smile before plunging back in for more. She licked and sucked, occasionally twirling her tongue around the head and playing with my balls, which made me shiver.

"Fuck..." I breathed heavily and felt my gut tense up. The familiar warm feeling washed over me. I gripped the arm of the chair and felt that rush coming. I soon came and held her head in place as she milked everything out of me with her hands. She pulled back and was close to grabbing a tissue but I held her chin.

"Swallow it," I whispered. I watched closely as she swallowed it down with a big gulp like a good girl. My vision became blurry at the sight. I saw some of it glistening at the corner of her mouth, on her chin, and even some that had landed on her chest. My dick pulsed again and I quickly stood up. She glanced at me and appeared confused.

"Kayden?"

I pulled her up with me and carried her to the bedroom.

Becca

February 11th. Monday afternoon. I was nearing the end of my shift, feeling mildly pissed off as I cleaned the mug by the microwave. Caffe Nero was bustling with eager customers and the atmosphere was cheerful for such chilling weather. I felt like killing.

I knew Javon’s eyes were on me. "Rebecca?"

"What?"

He handed the customer her Latte before facing me. "You alright?"

"I’m fucking fantastic. I’m over the moon," I answered through clenched teeth. He backed away and went to tend to another customer. Of course I wasn’t alright—I was livid, and have been since the weekend. How dare the fucker call me and tell me what to do, he isn’t my dad! He had the audacity. His whole attitude pissed me off, I hated him right now.

"Excuse me," I glanced up at a man in his mid-forties carrying an amiable smile on his face. "Afternoon."

"State your order," I mumbled with a cold glare.

He was taken aback by my response, but quickly regained his cheerfulness. "Yes, I’d like an Espresso Con Panna and Butter Croissant please."

I sighed heavily and turned away. "Yeah yeah."

As I prepared the order, I thought of Kayden and how dodgy he was over the phone. We hadn’t spoken in a good four months and the prick decides to call and boss me about. Telling me not to stay out late like he’s my father. He actually made me sick. I didn’t realise I was growling until another worker glanced at me with a worried look in her eyes.

"Rebecca?"

"I’m fine," I muttered.

"You sure? You’re going ham on that spoon." I glanced down and realised I was bending the spoon backwards in anger. I quickly threw it away and used a new teaspoon instead. I gave the man his beverage and snack and he thanked me before walking off. I leaned against the counter, thinking of that short phonecall with Kayden.

"I heard some disturbing things today..."

Disturbing things...what kind of things? Why did he feel the need to tell me?

"Just be careful, especially at work..."

Especially at work? But why?

It was obvious there was something he wasn’t telling me, and I wanted to know what it was—however, I refuse to talk to him. I was doing fine until he decided to call; he really had a knack for messing shit up. I was so cautious on the way to work this morning, and I sure as hell was gonna be cautious going back home. I even considered calling Tyreece and arranging for him to pick me up. Something about Kayden’s warning left me very confused; I didn’t want to take any chances. After what I’ve been through, I should really be vigilant.

I wiped the surface and yawned. It had been such a long day; I couldn't wait to leave this shit hole. I was the last worker here, instructed to clean and lock up so Mr. Smith could swing by in his flashy car to pick up the keys when I was done. Then I'd be able to go home. I sprayed more disinfectant onto the counter and used the cloth to cleanse it thoroughly. I began to pack everything away in a hurry to leave. I had closed the window shutters down but all that was left was to lock the door. I sprayed the whip cream into my mouth from yet another game of Truth or Dare and sighed. It's been a while since I had a taste. I heard the door open from behind me and rolled my eyes. Another confused customer that couldn't tell the difference between an open and closed café.

"We're closed," I declared with my back to them. I was hoping my blank tone would give them all the more reason to fuck off, but the person didn't reply. I heard slow footsteps and became rigid. This unknown person seemed very mysterious and eerie. The door closed and the footsteps got nearer. My eyes darted to the knife that lay by the sink. I reached over to pick it up; awaiting any kind of attack this person was willing to dish out.

They stepped even closer.

My grip tightened on the knife.

Suddenly a pair of hands wrapped around my neck and dragged me closer to the counter. "Don’t make a sound," they warned.

I recognised the voice immediately and raised a brow. Slowly turning around, I laid my eyes on them. "Chanel? What the fuck! You scared me," I sighed and put the knife down.

She released me and started laughing. "I wanted to see your reaction. Sorry yeah?"

"I’m sorry I didn’t stab your hand quick enough." She stuck her middle finger up and I laughed. "What you doing here? Today isn’t your shift."

"I know, just came from Ishi’s. Wanted to swing by and say wagwaan."

I took my apron off and threw it. "Well I’m done. Wait for me, I’m gonna get my things." She gave me a thumbs up and I headed to the staff room. I quickly changed and stuffed everything else in my bag. The whole shop was silent, apart from Chanel singing to herself. I slipped my Vans back on and heard the door close again. I paused, thinking that maybe Chanel decided to be a bitch a leave me. Suddenly, her singing stopped abruptly. I stood up from the chair and listened for anything else, my heart now beginning to palpitate. The next thing I heard was what terrified me the most.

A loud, blood-curdling scream.

My eyes widened and I quickly rushed out the room as sounds of her struggling and glass smashing resonated throughout the entire shop. Once I reached the counter again, Chanel was gone. No-one was there. I glanced at the floor to see shattered mugs and what looked like spilled coffee. Then I looked closer, and the sight made me retch.

A few strands of Chanel’s hair...

And drops of her blood.