Kai's POV
"Why didn't you wake me up?" It was Zane who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
My heart raced like crazy—both in panic and shock. The pen between my fingers flew in the air and landed on the floor with a heavy and a loud thud. I just bought it yesterday!
I lifted my face to look at him, towering over me as he pressed his palms on my table—eyes locked with mine. "Can you fcking inform me about your arrival beforehand?"
His lips pursed as he looked at me sharply. "Let's talk. I don't remember everything from last night, and the maid said you were the one who took me home."
I gritted my teeth—swallowing hard. He forgot everything from last night, and I don't know if I should celebrate that. He forgot the fact that he nibbled my lips, explored my mouth, caressed my skin, and even sucked my collarbone like a hungry animal.
I should be thankful, but I couldn't. I want him to remember. I want the memories of last night haunting his mind until he's gone crazy. I want him to know that he swallowed his words, and he kissed me on his own—without any seduction.
"Montclair!" He flicked his finger before my face. His jaws were clenched—impatient and rude.
Ignoring my racing heartbeat, I picked up my pen and sat on the swivel chair again.
"I am talking to you!" He grabbed my elbow and pushed me down the table.
He looked offended and extremely panicked. He must be having turmoil inside his head trying to remember what happened last night.
The distance between us is suffocating me, worsening the tension and frustration inside me.
"Don't worry." My voice was hoarse and low—almost trembling. I bore my eyes at him, meeting his violent stares. "I did not kiss you, if that's what you're worried about."
He paused and stared at me. His grip on my elbow loosened, so I got away from him in one push. I went back to my swivel chair and looked at him—the expression was cold as ice. "I'm kind of busy, Attorney Blackwood. Please…"
His teeth gritted as his eyes remained on me. I couldn't withstand the intensity of his stares—shooting me daggers. I don't know what he's thinking, but based on his expression, he's more annoyed now than earlier.
He stormed out the office, leaving the room with a bang on the door. He has a serious problem with me, but I don't have time to entertain his wrath. My plate is already full—I could no longer swallow his hatred towards me.
I was about to sign the document in front of me when I suddenly got lost in thoughts. The pen between my fingers fell on the folder as my eyes stared at the air.
"I like you, Zane…" There was the young me, looking so stupid in front of a six-foot-tall varsity player, Zane Blackwood. He's wearing a varsity jacket with his last name printed on the back. Wearing it was my fantasy.
His brows knitted as he looked at me like I had grown three heads on the spot. "Do I know you?"
I bit my bottom lip and shook my head. "N-No, but…I know you very well. You are Zane Blackwood, the varsity and campus crush. You're six feet tall, your birthday is on—"
"Hold up! Woah!" He was taken aback as he transferred the ball from his left hand to his right. He took a step back, eyes piercing through my soul. "You're a creep."
My lips parted. "H-Huh?"
He hissed. His lips, which were stretched into a smile, slowly frowned. "I get that many people like me, but…you're too much."
"Huh?"
He let out a sarcastic laugh and looked at his friends behind him.
"Don't insult him, Zane. No one touches a Montclair." His friend's tone was offensive.
"Hey, rich boy, Zane Blackwood might not be rich, but he doesn't need a sugar baby." His other friend put an arm on his shoulder.
I'm sure as hell I paled. Sugar baby?
Zane looked at me with ridiculed eyes. The corner of his lips rose into a merciless grin—rude and offensive. "Find someone else, rich baby. I don't sleep with someone for money… with a boy more so."
I inhaled sharply, and massaged my forehead—remembering the most humiliating moment in my life. From that day on, I had trouble expressing myself, I had trouble coming out. Because I know people will judge, people will look at me differently. Pretending is suffocating, but I would rather get suffocated this way.
I left the office early because I had a dinner meeting with someone. It is exhausting to continuously work more than eight hours a day, but I don't want any possible thing that could be used against me—including neglect of responsibilities.
"Thank you, Mr. Rodriguez, for sending me home, although you don't really have to."
The meeting place was close to the office, so I didn't use my car. And after the meeting, Mr. Rodriguez volunteered to drop me by the office to get my car, since he'll pass this way.
"It's an honor to close a deal with the prodigy of the Montclair. Goodnight and let's work hard together."
I nodded and formally said my goodbye. I watched his car as he leaves before I turned to go to my car when I came face to face with someone—shocking the hell out of me.
"What the fcking hell, Zane?!" I growled, caressing my chest. My heart was drumbeat inside my chest again—not sure if because of my shock or because of his presence.
Zane's expression was grim, and his eyes were cold. "Where were you?"
Still caressing my chest, I glared at him. "What is it to you?"
"Are you even thinking of the person who's waiting for you here? I don't even know your contact number!"
I hissed. "Why are you even waiting here?"
"I told you, I don't have a car!"
"Then buy one!"
"No! I'm saving up."
I looked at him in disbelief. "There are taxis around, Zane. Why not use your smart brain?"
He gritted his teeth and pointed a finger on my forehead---pushing a little. "You should be the one using your brain. Why did you leave without telling me?"
"Why would I tell you? What are you to me?"
"I am your brother-in-law—"
"So what?" I growled angrily. My chest was moving up and down because of annoyance. "You're my brother-in-law, so what? Does that give you the right to monitor all my moves?"
He took steps forward, shocking me even more. I was horrified when he grabbed my jaw, and our gazes locked. "Is he your man? Is he the reason why you're treating me like trash?"
My eyes widened in shock. "What? Are you even thinking? He's an old, married man, Zane! What do you think of me?"
"Then what is this?!" His voice became even more aggressive as he ripped the buttons of my button-down polo, revealing my upper body.
My heart clenched as my breathing stopped when his finger touched my collarbone. He looked at me with eyes, disgusted. "Your kiss marks are fcking obvious, Montclair. Still trying to deny it?"