Midnight Memories

chapter 27: the day i met you

Here you go! Our baby Kai is all grown up and his head is now full of conflicts, weirdness, and, of course, Math :D And yes, it's a marvelous place to be at.

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chapter 27: the day i met you

Kai's POV

April

When I am being late, it's acceptable, because you are lucky, I even showed up, but keeping ME waiting is a fucking disaster. End of the world. Period.

I run my hand through my hair, tapping my foot on the floor impatiently, while I look down at my phone for the thousandth time in 20 minutes.

I can't believe he is late. I have been on a fucking plane for almost four hours, from Chicago to LA, only to meet that stupid CEO of some stupid label and he doesn't even have enough decency to show his ass on time.

I shouldn't even be here, I think to myself, blaming it all on Peterson. This is his job, but unfortunately for both him and me, he had another unplanned meeting to attend today, so that's why he begged me to replace him.

Honestly, I'd not even agree to do this shit, if it weren't for my old man asking. After all, he's been a family to me, while my biological father kept drowning his regrets and shame in more alcohol.

The waitress makes her way up to my table for the fourth time, with a huge smile plastered on her face.

Not having anything better to do to kill the boredom, I keep watching her walk. Looks like that's the most interesting thing I can do right now, trapped in this fucking suffocating suit.

Brown eyes, short hair reaching to her shoulders, plump lips, a little crooked nose, flushed cheeks, and a short jean skirt, which I'm pretty sure was a little longer like minutes ago.

If I weren't here for business, maybe I would have invited her over to my hotel room tonight. Though I also caught the redhead, sitting near the large window and stuffing her face with dessert, eye-fuck me across the room several times. So that could have been another option.

Fucking stop, I tell myself mentally, you're here to deal with Everett.

Urgh, I blame the terrible path of my thoughts on my sleepless nights and the lack of action.

The last time I had sex was almost three weeks ago and it was the worst one in my book so far, so I'm not testing the waters again so soon. I need some time to recover, and I mean it the worst way possible.

After the first round, the girl I met at Paradise told me she was into BDSM and wanted me to tie her up and use the toys she apparently kept in her bag at all times like some magician. And the toys were no joke, I swear.

She wanted me to torture her, she fucking begged me to do so, and that's when my trauma hit hard and I made a run out of the hotel room like a freak.

Now, I'm not saying I'm a saint, but physically hurting a woman even for their "own pleasure", as they'd call it, is beyond my level of fucked-upness. I can't do it. Ever. But if you're looking for an emotional pain, then I might be your guy.

I shake my head, getting rid of the thoughts about the unlucky night, before turning my head to the waitress and reading the name tag on her top.

I'm not interested in her or anything, nor do I care about her name, I just notice things as a reflex. I always do, whenever I'm not suffering from an unbearable headache after going several nights with no sleep.