Kai's POV
Dr. Simmons walked into my apartment like he owned the place. The guy had this calm, unshakable energy about him—old, wise, and just a little too observant. His silver hair looked like it had seen better days, and his hands shook just enough to remind you he wasn’t young anymore. But when he worked, you could tell the guy was a pro, every move steady and deliberate.
“Good evening, Mr. Alessandro,” he greeted, smiling like we were about to have tea and cookies instead of another pointless conversation about my health.
I nodded, this was all natasha’s idea, i don’t even want this old man here.
“Any persistent headaches or migraines?” he asked, adjusting his glasses perched on his nose.
“No,” I said, short and to the point.
He made a note in his little notebook, looking way too serious about it. “Appetite? Any changes?”
“Normal.”
“Hmm.” Another scribble. Then he glanced up at me. “What about your social life? Anything different there?”
I shrugged. “Work’s busy, but nothing worth mentioning.”
“Personal life?” he pressed. “Any shifts in relationships or social circles?”
“No changes,” I replied, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice.
Dr. Simmons paused, his pen hovering over the paper like he was deciding whether to push me further. “On my way in, I met a brunette who let me in. Pretty, polite. I don’t think I’ve seen her here before. What’s your relationship with her?”
“She works for me,” I said flatly. “Just like everyone else.”
“Do you two work together often?”
“Unfortunately.”
That earned me a small smile from him, like he found my misery entertaining. “And how do you feel when you work with her?”
“frustrated,” I said, not even hesitating.
“Why?”
I leaned back, crossing my arms. “She’s daring, doesn’t follow instructions and does whatever she wants. Everything I can’t stand in a person.”
“Then why not fire her?”
“Because she’s good at what she does,” I snapped. “I can’t replace her, and she knows it. She uses that to her advantage.”
“Punish her, then,” he suggested, leaning forward slightly.
I stared at him, silent. The words were right there, but saying them felt...wrong.
“Why not?” he pressed.
“Because…” I started, then stopped.
“Because?”
I exhaled sharply, annoyed at myself for even thinking about it. “Because I don’t know how to punish her without hurting her.”
There. I said it. And it sounded as dumb out loud as it did in my head.
Dr. Simmons tilted his head, that faint, knowing smile creeping onto his face. “Since when did you care about hurting people?”
That question hit harder than I expected. I stared at him, the silence between us heavy.
“What are you trying to say?” I asked eventually.
“That maybe you’re improving,” he said casually, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “And who knows? Spending more time with this ‘employee’ of yours might actually help.”
I rolled my eyes, already regretting letting him through the door. “I doubt it.”
But the smirk on his face told me he wasn’t buying my denial, and that annoyed me even more.
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It was around 9:00 PM when I got home, the kind of night where I just wanted to crash and forget about the chaos. I headed straight to my bedroom, but before I could even step inside, I stopped dead in my tracks. The door was cracked open. The dim light from my room cast a shadow down the hallway, and something about it didn’t sit right.
My room is always lock whenever I’m not in. No one ever came in here without my permission. Not Carlos. Not anyone. The security system was locked tight, and I was the only one who had the passcode. So, what the hell was going on?
Without thinking, I slid my hand behind my back, pulling out my gun. My grip tightened around the cold metal as I carefully stepped forward, moving as quietly as possible. When I got close enough to the door, I peered in. A figure was rummaging through my drawer. Whoever it was, they hadn’t noticed me yet.
I didn’t waste any time. I closed the distance between us in a few quick steps, grabbing the person by the neck with one hand and pressing the gun to the side of their head with the other. “Who sent you?” I asked, my voice way too calm for the situation.
The person let out a grunt, trying to break free, but it was useless. Before I could get an answer, I yanked the mask off, and the shock hit me like a ton of bricks.
“Amelia?” I muttered, staring at her, wide-eyed.
She had somehow slipped out of my grip and was standing there with that nervous, guilty look on her face. “Uh, hey… nice to, uh, see you,” she stammered, throwing me a cheeky smile.
I couldn’t believe it. What the hell was she doing here? “What are you doing in my room?”
She shrugged like it was no big deal. “Just looking for a pair of socks, but now that you’re here, I’ll give you some privacy.” She started to walk past me, but I wasn’t having any of it. I grabbed her wrist and yanked her back, slamming her into the wall.
Amelia winced, her back hitting the cold surface with a thud. My eyes flicked to my drawer—my flash was gone.
“Where’s the flash?” I demanded, my gaze fixed on her.
She looked me dead in the eye and lied through her teeth. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I wasn’t buying it. Not for a second. I pressed the gun to her head, my voice deadly serious. “Don’t mess with me, Amelia. Hand over the flash now.”
She didn’t flinch, though. In fact, she had the nerve to smirk. “I told you, I don’t have it. Besides, you wouldn’t use that on me.”
Her words pissed me off, but I didn’t let it show. Without another thought, I spun her around, pushing her face against the wall. My hands went straight for her back pocket, feeling around for the damn flash. Nothing. I flipped her back around, searching her randomly now.
“Are you sure you’re looking for your flash? Or something else?” she asked, her voice low, seductive.
I was too focused to care about her teasing. When I got near her chest, her hands reached out for mine, but I shoved them off before I could even think about it.
“Stay still,” I ordered, my patience running thin. I pushed her hands away again and kept searching, knowing I’d find it soon enough.
And I did. Her backpack was on the floor, and after a few more moments of searching, I found the flash hidden in there.
Amelia scoffed, watching me with a smug look. “Found it,” she said.
“Give me everything you took,” I said, holding the flash in my hand, still gripping it tightly.
She narrowed her eyes, a smirk still playing at her lips. “I only took the flash, I swear.”
She stepped closer, closing the gap between us, her voice low and almost seductive. “I just wanted to borrow it. Why won’t you let me?”
Silence stretched between us. I could feel the tension, and I knew what she was trying to do.
I leaned back in my chair, staring at her with cold eyes. “Take the flash if you can.”
Her smile grew wider. She didn’t hesitate for a second before she got on my thigh, her body close enough that I could feel her heat. The situation had shifted, but I wasn’t sure where it was going.
“don’t hold back” amelia whispered, intentionally leaning in so that her body was touching mine. Amelia’s hand moved up to my face, but before it could touch my face, i griped her hands quickly.
“you can’t do that” i muttered as i moved her hands down to my neck area. She placed her hand on my shirt as she unbuttoned it, she got to my belt and was about unbuckling it when i spoke.
“do you really think you can pull me with this? You’d never get the flash this way, amelia” I whispered to her, but this only made her smile.
“well, we’ll see about that” amelia said as she got off my thigh while my eyes followed her every movement still seated on the chair as I waited to see what she was up to next. She sat on the bed facing me and started by taking off her bra and then her panties. my eyes trailed along her boobs and her curves as i watched her take her panties off. my eyes dropped to the opening of her vagina as amelia finally took it off, and sat in the middle of the bed as she spread her legs wide open. I just stared on, my hand fisted as i tried so hard not to fold. But no matter how hard i tried, It just wasn’t working. It seems like she noticed the effect she had on me
“it seems i got you at this” amelia asked still leaning on her elbows with her legs apart, but i was too stunned to reply.
“what’s the point of holding back when you’re still going to lose at the end?” amelia asked with a smirk when she caught me struggling with himself. my next move was sudden, i didn’t even know what the fuck i was doing but i didn’t want to stop, with one swift move, i left the chair and grabbed her legs forcefully, pulling her to myself. A gasp escaped her lips as felt my hands wrapped around her both ankles, pulling her off the bed. i grabbed her by her hips, effortlessly lifting her up and placing her on my work table.
“what gives you the confidence to say that?” i asked impatiently my breath suddenly unstable as i still attempting to stop myself, even though my right hand was now resting on her hips with the other hand on the opening of her vagina, and i couldn’t even stop myself.
“your eyes, it says it all. You want me, you’ve always wanted me, right from the very first day we met at the strip club, no?” amelia asked, my rough breathing grazing through her face. I ignored her question, my fingers delve deep into her, she was already wet. she closed her eyes, throwing her head back in pleasure as my fingers dug into her. Her hands moved instinctively from my back to my hair, but before she could touch my hair, i pushed her back, making her lay flat on the table and pining both of her hands above her head with one hand. I really wanted to just stop and ask her to leave, but it wasn’t as easy as it sounded.
“you would not lay a finger on me, i will do whatever i want with you.” i warned with, pinning both of her hands over her head so she doesn’t touch me