Kai's POV
The light in the kitchen was dimmed, but I still managed to walk around. The heat from that crazy dream still clinging to my skin as the tension, the pain, and the frustration lingered.
I need something—cold and real. I took a bottle of water from the fridge and closed it, but I jumped and screamed in shock when someone materialized beside me.
My heart hammered inside my chest again, not because Zane is with me, but he because he slammed my back against the fridge while covering my mouth with his left hand—right hand on my waist.
"Don't shout!" His voice was violent and raspy—just like in my dream.
I was dumbfounded when I realize how he looks. He's half naked, hair messy, lips wet, and eyes a bit sleepy—again, just like in my dream.
"G-Get off me!" I pushed him, trembling from tension.
He stared at me, and I saw how amusement danced in his eyes—drowsiness suddenly disappeared, as if my face suddenly looked entertaining.
"You look like hell…" He even laughs, and it sounded so sexy. "Tell me…did you have a wet dream?"
My eyes widened, and my heart race even harder. "Fuck you!"
He clenched his jaws. "You have a very dirty mouth."
"Fuck off!" I cursed him again, and turned my back, but I was shocked when he grabbed my arm and pushed me again against the fridge.
"What the hell, Zane!"
He moved his face close while his eyes were glued on mine. "Tell me, little devil… Did you dream about me?"
"What?!" I growled. "You're not even worth dreaming about!"
He let out a chuckle—low, slow, manly. Damn!
"You bit your lip hard." His thumb traced my bottom lip, and I realized I have a wound in there. "Was the pleasure too strong? You couldn't take it?"
His touch makes me tremble, and the urge to deny it was too strong. So, I punched his jaw—wanting to redeem myself. His face turned to the right side, and he was forced to step back.
"You are disgusting!"
I was about to walk out again when he gripped my jaw with his fingers, and made me face him. Our gazes locked. My eyes widened when I remember that dream again. What the…
"Go on…deny it…" He whispered with intense hunger—not for pleasure but for my submission. "Deny it, crave it. I know you still have feelings for me, Montclair. I know you still have that desire for me. But I'll make sure you won't ever get it. You won't even get to taste my lips. Not even once."
I swallowed hard, glaring at him. "Sorry to burst your bubbles, but I no longer crave your touch, Blackwood."
His forehead creased, and his eyes became violent.
I left him dumbfounded in the kitchen, keeping my expression blank even when my heart is racing so fast and hard inside my chest. When I got back in my room, I inhaled sharply and sat on the bed.
Swallowing hard, I caressed my bottom lip, his thumb touched. It felt so hot—burning like my face.
Were my actions too obvious?
***
I left earlier than usual, not even thinking about father's anger for not eating breakfast with him. My schedule was tight for today, so I didn't have time to think about what happened, although there are seconds that the scene between me and Zane would squeeze in my mind forcefully—igniting something lustful and…forbidden.
Just like what Zane demanded, I made sure that everything he wants will be delivered soon. I don't want another stressful argument with him since everything that happened in the office still lingered in my head like a haunting game. I can't take it off my mind, and the warmth of his palm against my waist was still there—I can still feel it. It was fueled by the dream I had, and the incident in the kitchen.
"Sir, the client is waiting in the meeting room."
I nodded at Melissa, and picked up my iPad. She followed me and opened the door. A female client greeted us with a smile and a handshake.
"Good day, Mr. Montclair." The woman has exceptional physical features. Blond hair, chinky eyes, red plump lips, flushed cheeks, and hour-glass body—features men desires, but strangely didn't stir any emotion in me.
"Good day, Miss Thomson." I accepted her hand, and pulled the chair for her. "Have a seat."
"Thank you…"
Melissa handed me her iPad, showing the details of the meeting. "Miss Thompson wants a rebranding, Sir. She wants to change everything in her business."
I nodded, and looked at Miss Thomson. However, my eyes caught someone outside the meeting room. I could see him clearly since the wall was made of clear glass. And he didn't even look away when I caught him looking. He's standing there shamelessly, eyes fixed on mine while his arms are crossed against his hard chest, and his lips were pressed into a grim line.
What is his problem?
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Melissa…"
"Sir?"
"You can leave us now. And please pull down the blinds."
"Sure, sir."
I saw how Zane's brows furrowed when Melissa pulled the blinds down before she left. Zane's eyes are suffocating me, and now that I could no longer feel his stares—I feel a lot better.
I smiled at Miss Thomson. "Rebranding, right?"
She looked timid as she nodded. "Yes, Mr. Montclair. It's a bookshop, and I'm worried because customers just walk past it without even looking."
"Well, traditional books are often ignored these days because of technology."
She pouted. "You're right, but it was my grandfather's legacy, so I don't wanna lose it. I came here to work with you because I heard this is a great company."
"You come to the right place, Miss Thomson. Let's talk more. Can you tell me about the details of the bookshop? Like the location, the interior and exterior designs?"
I glanced at the glass wall covered by the blinds, while Miss Thomson was talking. I could no longer see if Zane's still outside, and it's so ridiculous that I want to pull the blinds up to confirm my thoughts.
Fuck! What am I doing?
"Why don't we…" I squeezed in Miss Thomson's words because she's straying far from our main topic. "...put some twist?"
She blinked innocently. "What do you mean?"
"Let's transform it into a book-coffee shop."
Her lips parted. "That's great!"
"Just a little twist, but the main business is selling books. We'll turn the usual plain bookshop into something relaxing."
"...and romantic!" She squeezed in.
Nodding, I smiled. "That would be cute."
The door suddenly swung open, and my forehead creased when Zane entered.
"What are you—"
He lifted what he's carrying. A tray of coffees with cake. He walked towards us, and smoothly slipped himself on the chair next to me—shocking me.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, in spite of the growing tension in my heart.
He looked at me with intense gaze. "I believe I belong in the meeting since I'm the consultant."
I was even more shocked as I stared at him because of his shamelessness. He wore it like his second skin.