Luce di Stella • Kenan Yildiz

Chapter 56: Poor, Injured Him

🎶 Lost Boy — Ruth B. 🎶

After how I had been treated, every normal person would have stayed away from Kenan for days, but nevertheless, I got out of the white taxi I took after the game ended and now stood in front of his apartment building. Just in that moment, my driver Francesco emerged from inside.
"You settled him in?" I asked as he held the door open for me.
"He's disappointed we lost" he just replied and I sighed. This was going to be a hard visit.

"Thanks anyways. You'll... have to pick him up again tomorrow morning too, he can't drive and has nobody in the city" I told him.
"Yes ma'am." he replied and we nodded at each other with a small smile to say goodbye. I walked upstairs to apartment number 10 and rang the bell.
"Coming! Did you forget something, Francesco?" Kenan shouted from inside while I was nervously fiddling with my fingers. It took him some time and I heard him hit some furniture with his crutches, but he eventually made it to the door.

"Oh" he just said when he saw me behind it. "I... didn't expect you here after..." he mumbled as I made my way inside. I debated on what to say, but when I arrived in his living room, I turned on my heel to face him.
"You know, you always talk about the hold I have on you, but maybe you should start seeing the hold you have on me, because I'm still here, after everything you did to me, and after how you talked to me tonight" I said calmly, but very seriously. He gulped and nodded, pressing his lips together.
"I'm sorry" he muttered. "For everything. Really. I... shouldn't take you for granted. Thanks for being here." He sounded sincere and... hurt.

I sighed and raised my eyebrows.
"Fine. Let's get you ready for bed" I said and walked towards his bedroom, a room I hadn't been in yet. Unfortunately, as my subconscious giggled. Kenan followed me and hobbled to the bathroom, where I helped him sit down on the edge of his bathtub so that he could stretch out the injured leg. I prepared his toothbrush and handed it over to him. He pressed its button and moved it around lazily in his mouth.
"How are you feeling?" I asked, looking at his leg concernedly.

"ije shi" he replied with his mouth full of toothpaste, but his answer was easily decipherable: like shit. One part in me felt sorry for him but the other just thought Your fault, dumbass. Both opinions were valid and right. I opened up his cabinet to look for anything he usually did before going to sleep, when my eyes fell on his night cream.
"You didn't forget to use it" I chuckled as I pulled out Kiehl's Midnight Recovery cream.

*** FLASHBACK ***

"Remind me again why you need all of this?" Kenan whined as he held up my overly full Sephora basket that I had just filled with another two new shades of lipstick.
"Oh, SPF - very important" I said as I found some creams in a promotion area, ignoring his question. An answer wouldn't make sense to him anyways. My eyes scanned the store, trying to remind myself if I had forgotten anything - when they landed on the men's area.

"Let's go!" I said decidedly, with a twinkle in my eyes as I made my way over there with Kenan following me like a lost puppy. The girls in the store gasped when they saw him, starting to squeal and giggle when he would pass them. He just nodded and smiled nervously, to not seem rude, but he didn't like getting female attention. He was one of those guys that when he was in a relationship, every other girl seemed disgusting to him - and I loved that character trait.

"Look, this could be for you" I said as I took a blue cream from the shelf. It was from Kiehl's, a brand I loved myself, so it would surely carry great men's products too.
"I'm already beautiful" he scoffed and grinned at me smugly, leaning onto the shelf and looking irresistible as always.
"You are. But we don't want you looking like 40 by the time you're 30, right?" I chuckled.
"What even is this?" he sighed and took the thing from my hands.

"A night cream. Easy, you just have to apply it before going to sleep, I know you're too lazy for any other shit" I chuckled. He looked at the package and read what was written on it.
"Fine. But don't get any more ideas, I won't do a full morning and evening skincare routine with 500 products like you do" he huffed and put the cream in the basket too.
"Thanks for making me have a hot husband and not a grandpa in ten years" I joked and intertwined my hand with his as we walked to the cashier.

*** END OF FLASHBACK ***

"Of course, I wouldn't want to look 40 when I'm only 30" he replied after bowing over the sink to spit out the toothpaste - not rinsing his teeth after, just like I had told him years ago. "Dilara always said that I looked gay putting on that cream" he chuckled and nodded at the blue box in my hands.
"That's because she didn't sleep with you. I could have told her so many stories about how un-gay you are" I replied and raised my eyebrows before leaving the bathroom again.

He emerged a bit later, his face shiny as he had probably just applied that damn cream. He quickly sat down onto the bed, his knee seemingly causing him pain.
"Say it" he said annoyedly and I tilted my head, biting my lip.
"I told you so. I told you not to play. I told you to not underestimate or downplay the pain" I scolded him and even pushed his shoulder in annoyance.
"It's me who's paying the price anyways" he sighed and rubbed his face.

"No! It's also the club, and subsequently me!" I replied, slightly raising my voice.
"Here we go again" he groaned and threw himself back onto the bed, but I grabbed his shirt and pulled him back.
"Not with your dirty clothes on the clean bed!" I hissed as I sat him back up again. I took a deep breath before grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and slowly pulling it up to undress him. After his arms had slipped out of the sleeves, he placed his hands almost automatically on my hips and I noticed us both breathing shakily.

"I... need to get you something to sleep in" I whispered and he looked up at me, making me forget my name and everything about my existence.
"Oh... yeah" he mumbled and took his hands away again, making me shudder at the loss of touch. I quickly turned around towards his closet and tried to find the small stack of pyjamas I had bought him way back, because I hated men sleeping in only t-shirts and dirty boxers, I was a sucker for proper sleeping attire.

"Here... put these on" I said, my back still turned away from him, as I threw a pair of pyjama trousers onto the bed.
"It's not like you haven't seen this before" he chuckled.
"No, but... you're hot, I'm horny and sex in your state right now isn't the healthiest thing probably" I replied.
"You could ride me, I wouldn't be doing much effort there" he said and I knew he was grinning mischievously even though I couldn't see him.

"Are you done?" I whined.
"Nope, I'm loaded" he replied, definitely answering to his interpretation of my question.
"Stop it" I said as I slapped him with his pyjama shirt when I walked back to him. He took it from my hands and put it on with a smug smile, not breaking eye contact as he closed the buttons. And there he sat now, in a short, blue, checked Polo Ralph Lauren pyjama, his locks softly falling onto his front and looking irresistible as ever.

"I'll be right back" I said and walked to the kitchen, where I prepared a big glass of water for the night. I also checked his fridge to see if he had enough for some breakfast tomorrow.
"Here you go" I said as I placed the glass on his nightstand. "You think you'll manage to have some cereal alone tomorrow morning?" I asked. His expression quickly changed into a dramatic one.

"Impossible. You have to stay and take care of poor, injured me" he whined and I rolled my eyes.
"I'll tell Francesco to bring you some croissants when he picks you up for your medical tomorrow morning. I'll see you there" I announced.
"No staying and cuddling?" he asked and pouted.
"I'm still so fucking angry at you" I hissed and raised my index finger.
"You've always turned me on like that" he chuckled and I took a step closer to him just to give him a light slap on his head for that.

"Wank off to whatever memories you have and you better pray that we'll make new ones, because I can't handle your stupidity right now" I huffed before walking outside of his bedroom. I stopped in front of his apartment door where I saw a pair of spare keys hanging on the wall next to it. I took them and threw them in my bag, just in case.