4. Kai

Chapter four

Kai

W e got out of practice early because it was Coach’s daughter’s birthday, and apparently, he couldn’t be an hour late or his husband would castrate him.

Good thing too because I’m beat.

I head into the apartment, dumping my gear in the hallway closet before making my way into the kitchen. My throat constricts. “Did I take my meds today?” I question for what may as well be the hundredth time today.

Opening the cabinet, I reach up to grab a glass, filling it with water from the fridge. My pills no longer sit in the same cabinet as the water cups because I have very little desire for Lea to find out about them.

Which is already posing a problem for me because I’m a creature of habit, and not having them in the same spot makes me feel like I didn’t take them at all.

My cell pings, another chaotic message from my mom popping up on the screen. None of it makes any sense, but that’s not unusual.

It only acts as yet another reminder that I need to stay on top of my pills. Otherwise, I’ll end up just like her.

I grab the pills from their new place on my nightstand and dump them out on the kitchen counter, counting each one just to be sure.

A loud sound comes from Lea’s room, and my head snaps in that direction.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moans out loudly.

My fist clenches at the thought of someone else being in there with her. You have no right, I try and fail to remind myself as I swipe the remaining pills into the bottle, recap it, and stomp over to her room.

She continues moaning loudly, so much so that it almost sounds… rehearsed?

Is she fucking with me?

“That’s it, Candy Ass. Fuck that pretty pink pussy,” an unfamiliar man encourages.

A chill runs down my spine from his voice. He sounds like a creep.

Suddenly, the low-level hum I hadn’t even registered is cranked up, and I realize she must be playing with herself.

“Ooh,” she cries, this time so much more believable than before. Her breath is coming in soft pants, and my dick is growing hard in my gym shorts. “Fuck, yes!” she screams.

My tongue darts out to wet my lip, and I feel my heart rate speeding up. I resist the urge to stroke myself right here, outside of her room.

Shit. Am I the creep?

“Oh, god…” She continues moaning. The vibrations get louder, changing pace as her metal bed frame knocks rhythmically against the wall.

The moment she meets her climax, I know it. She gasps softly, and the mattress beneath her groans as she settles back into it.

Moments later, she giggles softly. “Thank you for the tip, Fred. It’s always a pleasure to serve you,” she says, her voice holding a breathless, happy quality. “See you next time, everyone.”

I hear her laptop shut, and I know I should move, but I can’t seem to get my legs to work. I’m stuck here, about to get caught listening to whatever the fuck that was.