The Devil's Debt

Tonight

I stand in the kitchen eating as M'Kenna does the same next me. Ky wanted us to eat a little before we started getting ready. "Isa?" M'Kenna suddenly says.

"Yes?" I reply.

"Are you coming with us?" she asks.

"Yeah. I am."

"Where's Bubba?"

"Upstairs."

"I'm right here, Kenna." Ky suddenly comes.

She runs up to him and he catches her in his arms, picking her up and kissing her cheek. "Where's Mom?" he asks her, smiling as he sits down.

"She said she was going out with Daddy to get a pretty dress." she says, giggling.

"Well I guess you're stuck with me and Isa now." he says to her, shrugging and eating a piece of my food.

"Hey!" I say, giving him a look and a small smile.

He laughs and we make plans for what we're gonna do with M'Kenna until her parents are back.

Hours later, Ky's getting off the phone with Lisa. It's about 5 p.m. and Ky's just put Kenna down for a nap before the party. We've been eating cookies and playing for hours. He comes back downstairs as I pick up plates from the island counter, and gently takes them from my hands and takes them to the sink. "I've got this." he says, running some water and starting to wash the dishes.

"Thank you." I say, grabbing a rag to wipe down the counter.

When I finish, I sit at the island counter and I watch him do the dishes. He looks good, he can cook, he insists on not letting me clean, he's got two sides to him, his soft side, and his mafia side I guess, of which I haven't seen really, he's good with kids, obviously, he's a family man, he respects his mother, and he has daddy issues... he's literally perfect.

He's everything Ryder wasn't.

As I think, he turns off the water and props himself up on the counter as he wipes his hands dry, both his arms resting on the table with his hands folded. "You okay?" he asks.

I nod my head. "Yeah. I am." I reply.

"I gotta say, seeing you with M'Kenna makes me happy. It's nice to know you like her. Well not really like her, but, y'know... that you care about her in the same way I do." he admits, looking at me. I smile, blushing and I look away. "I like it when you do that. You're cute." he says, grinning.

"Stop with your flirting." I say smiling, knowing I want the opposite.

"Who's flirting?" he says sarcastically. I laugh and he just sits there looking at me. "You wanna watch a movie?" he asks.

"What's that code for?" I say jokingly.

"I wanna fuck you." he replies, walking away to go to the staircase. My eyes widen and he looks back, laughing. "I'm kidding. Why so serious?" he says.

"Well it was a bad joke." I say, rolling my eyes.

"Was it? Oh man." he says, walking upstairs, me trailing behind him.

When we get to the room, he shuts the door and walks over to the bed, sitting next to where I'm lying.

He exhales deeply as he picks up the remote and looks for a movie to watch.

"It's bright in here. We can't really enjoy it." I say.

He gets up and closes the blinds, then he pulls the curtains over them and the whole room goes dark.

He looks back at me and gets in the bed, I grin. "Blackout curtains?" I say.

"Comes in handy when I'm in a mood.". I raise my eyebrow and he chuckles. "Not when I'm horny. When I don't feel like socializing or when I'm feeling angry at the world and I wanna be alone." he says, finally finding a movie.

"Shutter Island?" I question.

"Yeah. It's a good movie."

"Prove it."

"Watch it." he says back, smirking at me.

We look at each other with smiles on our faces and neither of us try to look away as the air between us grows thicker and thicker with anticipation and tension. I look down at his lips and he looks at mine, and the next thing I know, his lips are on mine.

His lips are warm and smooth as he kisses me. I grab his chin and his skin is soft and warm and feels like silk against my fingers. Everything is just as I imagined it'd be.

He kisses me softly, putting his arm on the headboard and gripping it as he kisses me, his lips moving calmly across mine. His hand slides to the back of my neck to grab it and push me further into the kiss, his tongue sweeping across my lips, and my hands slide up his body to do the same thing. My hands run across his perfectly toned abs, and his strong, defined chest, up to the back of his head to grip the hair there, and I kiss him harder.

His tongue slides past my lips and mine joins his as I taste the sweetness of the cookies we had earlier on his tongue. He presses my body harder against his as his hand goes up my shirt to grip my waist hard as he kisses me, and his other hand goes to grip my hair as he starts to become more dominant with me. I grip his shirt in my hand, pulling him into me as if he could get any closer than we already are.

He sucks on my tongue before letting it go to pull away and continue kissing me hard and rough.

After a moment, we pull away and he looks down at me, out of breath, me as well, and he smirks at me. "We should try that more often. You taste good."

That was unexpected.

I smile and I blush as he starts the movie. As we watch the movie, my eyes get heavy and my head falls to the side onto Kyzer's chest as my eyes slowly start to close. He slouches a little, lying down on the bed and lying his head back on the headboard, rubbing my waist as I fall asleep. His chest heaves up and down slowly as he watches the movie, and I fall into a deep sleep, resting for the night ahead of me.