73. Kassian

Chapter seventy-three

Kassian

Wednesday, January 17, 2024

A iyana stayed with me the entire day, and I tried like hell not to worry about Kat. It was difficult, but after speaking with Dr. Sanchez, it became very clear that I need to start prioritizing myself more.

We discussed that I can't take care of others if I don't take care of myself first, which is a simple enough notion, but it's not easy to put into practice.

Dr. Sanchez was thrilled to have Aiyana join our meeting, and in a way, I think it furthered my understanding of why I need to care for myself first. I felt a tremendous amount of relief by the end of our conversation, recognizing the dark abyss I almost let myself get dragged into, and while I can't say my mood is spectacular, having my little viper nearby helped tremendously.

Aiyana's lying against my chest, soft breaths puttering from her mouth as it hangs open ever so slightly. Her cheek is smashed against my bare abdomen as I run my fingers through her soft hair.

I dip my head, pressing a kiss to the crown of it. "Baby," I mumble into her hair, her body stirring with the sound. "You've gotta wake up, little viper," I whisper, her eyes fluttering open.

Her soft lips curl into a small smile as her eyes meet mine. "Morning, Kas."

"Good morning, little viper," I reply, unable to help the massive smile grazing my lips at the sight of her, smiling, happy and content in my arms, in my bed.

"What time is it?" she asks, her eyes scanning the room for her phone, which is likely somewhere downstairs, left with the pile of discarded clothes from last night.

"It's 6:30 a.m." Her eyes widen with panic, so I rush to assuage her. "Don't worry, I ordered food and coffee. It'll be here soon. Get up and showered, and I'll drive you to work."

She rolls her eyes as she sits up, moving to get out of the massive bed. "I've got my truck downstairs, Kas. I can drive myself."

"I know you can, but I want you to stay here tonight, and if you drive yourself, you won't come back," I tell her, allowing myself to be vulnerable.

Her eyes soften. "Kas, I've got to go home, at least for tonight. I don't have any more clothes here that I can show up to work in—" I cut her off.

"Then I'll buy you a whole wardrobe worth of clothing, anything you want," I tell her in a rush of desperation.

Shaking her head at me, she heads to the bathroom, bare-ass naked, long hair swinging just above her tanned, round ass. "I need to make sure Kat's okay. I haven't heard from her much, and I'm worried."

She has a good point, so I resign, nodding my agreement despite her back being turned away from me. I head after her, fully intending to wash that gorgeous hair and eat that beautiful pussy for breakfast before she leaves for work.