Lost In Your Lust

1 - Pilot

- STORY IS MINE. KAI IS ONLY BEING USED FOR FICTIONAL USE ONLY. PICTURE IS NOT MINE.
WARNING ⚠️ THERE WILL BE SMUT LATER ON IN THE STORY AND MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES THAT CAN AFFECT YOU SO PLEASE LEAVE NOW IF YOU'RE SENSITIVE.

Enjoy 🖤

AUBRISLA'S POV

Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck
Fuck.

I forgot my birthday would be coming up next week. It was just around the corner and I haven't lived my life fully. Why was my own birthday a curse? Just why?

If only my parents left a good will for me, which they didn't at all. Ugh.

I got up to do my homework for Harvard and it was my last for the semester. Thank God, cause I wasn't having any of it. I groaned as I made my way to my desk.

While I was working, I got a text message.

"AUBRISLA I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DONT COME OVER"

Ugh here we go again. Liam, the most annoying guy I've ever met.

"Do I have to right now? I'm working on homework, give me 30 minutes." I replied but I knew it wouldn't work on him. So I just shut off my phone and tried to finish my homework as fast as I could.

Feels like the times when I had to finish up my homework in class while my teacher was taking it. Don't want to think about it.

When I finished it I quickly left to Liam's house, terrified of what he would do if I was there even later than I already am.

I sighed and took a mouthful of oxygen as I entered his apartment. "I'm really sorry." I looked down as he kept glaring on me.

"Bitch you knew I was waiting yet you took your sweet time." He pulled my hair. "You will get your punishment, I swear. If you weren't so beautiful, I would have cut off your clit."

Don't cry, don't cry. It will be over soon, just pleasure him, take the money, and leave.

"I will do anything you want me to."

"Even if you didn't want to, I'd still do it. Now get on your knees."

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I was home again finally and I went straight to my bathroom and clean my mouth. Gosh he was nasty as hell. At least I got my money though.

I got up and went to my computer to see an email from Harvard saying that my scholarships aren't paying for everything and I now owe them $12,500. I knew I couldn't get the money from anywhere.

KAI'S POV

"Eww you cunt. Get the fuck out!" I yelled at Lucas. "I told you I don't want that girl!"

I can't believe I had to get married to the Islam girl or whatever. She didn't even have style or any good taste. I am not going to get married to a homeless person.

The phone rang so I answered it just to hear my dad screaming his lungs out at me. "You son of a bitch you are going to marry her if it's the last thing you'll do. Or you won't get the CEO position as promised on the contract."

Right. The contract.

"Fine fine I will, just make sure to fix her up first." And I ended the call while my father was still talking. I don't care.

"Babe...I've heard enough of work. Let's get on it tonight." Lily smirked and started unbuttoning my shirt.

"Fuck off, I don't have time for you." Was all I said and didn't regret a single thing.

One fact about me is that whenever I fuck with girls, it will only be in their mouth. I do not want them to have pleasure. Sure that sounds like a dick but I don't care.

My thoughts wandered to that Islam girl again or whatever the hell her name was. I'll admit that she is one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen but she's too nerdy and bitchy for me.

I looked at her from my computer screen. Yes I was illegally filming her but I have to save my reputation, I'm not Vice President of Lagoon Industry for nothing. Lagoon was the second largest company in the whole world. My brother, Hagan, ran the first largest company in the world, Ekon. I sticked with Lagoon because of its unique fashion styles and vibes. Ekon was more of a travel the world type of business, not made for me. My oldest brother, however, ran Apple. We were rich as hell meaning we earned around 10 million every month.

So that's why I can't marry that girl, I need to save my face, taste, and reputation. These hoes that I'm slacking with aren't my actual hoes, they know if they say one word about me to someone, they're dead.

I went home in my all black Bugatti. Yes I had a thing for black and whenever I saw any hot girl wearing it, I'd make sure they never did again. Meaning that they cannot match me, since I am above others.

As I was on my way home I saw that Islam girl. The fuck was she doing around here it's only for rich people? So I followed her and she went to get blades. So she's a murderer. Yikes I thought. I laughed until I got home, we will never get married. Never.