The Devil's Debt

Late

It's nearly 6 a.m. and I'm waking up in a cold sweat. Must've been a nightmare. I sit up and I feel sweat dripping down my face. My clothes are damp with sweat and as the cold air of the house hits me, I shiver. I get up and I look in my closet for a shirt and shorts, seeing as I fell asleep in my dress and I look back to see if Kyzer's asleep before attempting to change, and when I see that his eyes aren't open, I turn back around and I reach back to unzip my dress.

I might as well take a shower.

I look back again and he's still asleep, so I grab my towel and washcloth, and I walk into the bathroom and I start the shower. It's big. The shower's covered in black tile and there's a glass door that I walk into to get to it. There's a huge window that looks down to the pool in the back, and the early morning sun pours in, covering my body in a warm, comfortable light. It's private property I'm guessing, because from this high up, we're surrounded by nothing but trees and land.

I start the shower and the water instantly hits the floor, fogging up the shower door and the window. I unzip my dress the rest of the way down and when I finish showering, I turn the water off and I grab my towel, and I wrap it around me, then I get dressed in the bathroom before walking out and looking over at Kyzer who's still asleep.

He looks good sleeping in my bed.

My thoughts wander as I walk over to my bed, crawling onto it as I look him over. It's so tempting just to lean in and kiss him. The opportunity's right here.

I could do it.

But I don't.

I lie back and I take a deep breath before lying back down and going back to sleep, my eyes heavy.

When I awake hours later, he's no longer in my bed. The spot he laid in is cold so he probably left minutes after I fell back asleep. I get up and instead of putting on my slippers, I walk downstairs and I see him in the living room, talking with someone. I leave and I quietly hurry back upstairs, not coming down until Kyzer comes up and knocks on my door.

"Come in." I say as I watch TV.

He walks in and he has on his suit and his watch, his hair wild and curly as he looks at me. "When did you wake up?" he asks.

"Not too long ago. Just ten minutes ago." I say.

"I knew it was you. I was downstairs with my good friend Daniel, and he mentioned seeing someone on my staircase, and I had to come up here and check on you." he says.

"Are you mad?" I ask.

"No. Why would I be mad?" he questions, his eyebrows furrowed. I look at the TV and I feel my body go down as he sits on the edge of my bed. "Did you have a bad dream last night?" he asks, looking sincerely at me.

"Why'd you ask?" I say, looking at him.

"I felt you get up and I woke up to see you sweating and your breathing was quickening as you looked at your surroundings. Then you wiped your forehead and felt your shirt, and got in the shower, and I-"

"Did you look?" I say, cautiously.

"No. I didn't. Like I was saying, you got in the shower and I'd just supposed you'd had a nightmare because of the-the sweating and all." he says.

I look back at him and then I sit back on my headboard. "I did. Thanks for being concerned." I say.

He nods and stands up straight. "We have to head out today. Put something comfy on."

"Comfy? What are we doing?" I ask, sitting up.

"Taking a flight. I'm going to see family." he says.

"Aaaand why do I have to come?" I ask.

"Because they're expecting you." he says

"Expecting me? I just got here." I say.

"I told them about you the day before I got you here. They want to see you." he says, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Why can't they come here?"

"You ask a lot of questions." he says, grinning. "Just get dressed." he says, walking off.

I sit there, confused, but I do as he says, seeing as I have no other choice. When I get downstairs, he looks me up and down and nods his head. "Alright. Let's go." he says, grabbing his keys.

"You're driving?" I say.

"You don't trust me to drive you to the airport?" he says, smirking as he walks outside and gets in the car.

Another Rolls-Royce.

"You're loyal to the company, huh?" I say, looking at the sharp red color of it, the interior a sleek black, the windows tinted. Nobody could see through those windows.

"What can I say? I love their cars." he says out the window.

Smiling, I join him, opening the door and getting in, then putting on my seatbelt. He starts the car and starts the drive to the airport. When we get there, it's empty, but there's dozens of planes, jets, helicopters, and more.

"Why's it so empty?" I ask, looking around.

"Because this is a private port. It's mine." he answers.

"And you get all this money from?...."

"Sitting on my ass all day." he says, rolling his eyes. "Drugs. Trade, stocks, the market, smuggling money and drugs, shipments, money laundering, anything you can name involving money and drugs, guns, and all else, and of course, the mafia, obviously." he says, winking at me with a grin.

"You're very flirtatious." I say, pointing it out.

"I thought you'd never notice." he says back, smiling.

It's the first time I've seen him actually smile besides his constant grinning and smirking

"Are you ready to board the jet?" he asks, stopping in front of a smooth white colored jet with a black and red 'K.C' on it.

"I dunno..." I say, unsure.

I've never been on a plane before. I'm more nervous than I thought I'd be. Kyzer looks me over and his face turns serious.

"You're scared?" he asks, walking up to me.

"Kind of. I've never been on a plane before." I say, kind of embarrassed by it.

He turns around and lets me step on the plane before he does and I sit down, getting comfortable and secure before we take off.

God, I'm terrified right now. Where's Kyzer?

I look around and he's walking back to where I'm sitting and sits right next to me. "We don't take off for twenty minutes Isabella." he says, laughing.