I was too afraid to look at him. My fingers were knotted in my lap as I stared out of the window. Would Kay even think I was fuckable since I’ve cancer? Was I pretty enough to be deemed fuckable.

Kay’s fingers found mine. I didn’t look at him. I felt foolish for even asking that question. “Ruella...”

I ignored him, staring at my fingers knotted in my lap. He definitely has so many sexual partners at his disposal. He’ll throw me out once he has no use of me. He’s so handsome, I thought, my hand fisting. Any woman would fall for him. I wonder what he sees in me to make him want to help me?

“Ruella, look at me. Please.” he begged, an foreign emotion in his voice.

I looked at him feeling ashamed. Tears welling in my eyes.

Kay’s right hand left my fingers and his thumb wiped my cheek. “It’s okay to think of such things since you are physically attracted to me.”

Tears streamed down my cheek and Kay was quick to grab one on his thumbnail. “I would hate myself for not engaging with any sexual activity with you.” he began, observing my teardrop as if it were some precious stone. His eyes then bore into me. “I am very much attracted to your body as you are to me.”

My heart was pounding in my chest at his revelation. He found me attractive? My heart swelled with pride. I felt wanted. I felt desired.

“But, giving your delicate condition... I would want your health be first priority than matters of physical pleasure.” He said, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

I opened my mouth to protest, but he placed a finger on my lip, silencing me. A small smile was dancing at his lips and I craved to feel his soft lips against mine.

Kay seemed to sense what I was thinking because the next thing was I felt his lips against mine. He kissed me deeply and I opened my mouth surrendering myself to the kiss. I threaded my fingers in his hair and pulled myself flush against his body. I needed to feel him. I needed to feel his warmth which was missing. It had been a while I hadn’t been kissed by Kay, so I was relishing every feeling that came with it. His tongue entered my mouth and I gasped. Butterflies filled my stomach as he cradled my head with his hands.

My hands then trailed to his chest, tracing the contours of his chest. Kay moaned against my mouth and he deepened the kiss. I went to unbutton his shirt buttons but I was stopped by him. He caught my hands in his, gazing lovingly into my eyes. I gazed at him in awe how he kissed my fingers tenderly before placing my left hand on his heart.

I heard his heart galloping in his chest, faster than my own heartbeat.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“You don’t have to ask for my forgiveness.” he said. He then rubbed the sides of my arms, and I felt goosebumps at his touch. Kay notices it too, because he chuckled. “I like the way how your body reacts to me.” He winked.

Red coloured my cheeks and I looked away.

“And also, that red colour of your cheeks.” He said trailing his finger across my cheek bones. I felt wetness pool at my core. “I would’ve ravished you right here on this seat.” He said.

“Then go ahead... do it.” I prodded him.

“I am a man of my words.” He said smugly. “I know how much you want me because I can sense your need...” He purred. I felt a thrill travel up and down my spine. “Ruella, my love... you are wet with need...” His husky voice reverberated in my core. “And I promise you in this very night, I will fuck you endlessly one day. I will make you beg me to give you an orgasm.”

My chest heaved at his sex filled words. I began imagining all scenarios where Kay and I were making pure, sweet love. Him whispering sexily in my ear while gripping my hips as he rode me in rhythm. My eyes were hooded as his warmth, his touch, his scent made me all sense of time...

I was dragged to the present to us sitting in his car. I shivered under his touch. His eyes were travelling up and down my body until they settled on my breasts.

“I know your sweet spots.” He grinned wickedly. “But it will be a shame on my side if I fucked a cancer patient who wasn’t in her right state of mind. I don’t want to take advantage of her vulnerability.” His right hand went up and down my left thigh and I gasped, watching his action as I lay straddled in his lap.

A knock came from the driver’s side of the privacy. “Sir, we are here.” A male voice said.

Kay glances at the screen before kissing me softly on my lips. “Shall we?” He said, holding his hand out.

“Where are we?” I asked, looking at the scenery on his side of the window.

“My mansion.” He shrugged, watching my expression from the corner of my eyes.

When I looked back at him, he looked away to rub his eyes and remove his jacket from the clothes hanger. The driver and Kay’s assistant got out of the car and waited outside the car.

I got out of the car after wearing my track shoes. Kay rounded about to my side of the door, opening it. I looked up from wearing my shoes and grinned at him.

“Aww, your shoes are cute.” He said, watching me lace the shoes with difficulty. The dark pink and blue striped shoes were one of my favorite pairs I’d worn today and I remember being on the fence as to which colour to choose- the other being black and red.

“Thanks.” I said, as I was finally able to lace the left shoe. “There was a knot to one of the lace.” I said quickly. “I’m sorry to keep you waiting.” I was glancing at the driver and the assistant who were standing looking ahead with a stone-face expression. They probably hate me for keeping them waiting.

“Don’t bother about them.” Kay said answering my thoughts, as he beckoned me outside. “They aren’t thinking about that.” I climbed out of the car onto the black gravel of the driveway. He bent down to tie my laces, but I stopped him.

“How did you know what I was thinking?” I asked him. “You always know what’s going on in my mind!”

“Your mind is an open book, Ruella.” He said, resuming to tie my lace of my other shoe. When he was done with it, he stood up and dusted his palms on his pants. “I find it surprising that you care about not causing an inconvenience to others.”

I blushed at his comment. He then wrapped his hand around my shoulder, the two men walking behind us. “What do these two do?” I asked looking at the men. One of them, the one who had an earpiece, held my suitcase. I noticed he wasn’t dragging the suitcase trolley on the ground.