Page 10 of Assassin Daddy

Kyan woke up the morning after the whole online poker disaster determined to move on from the sorry mess. He might have lost his stake, and the chance of winning too, but Kyan was ready to think optimistically and put all thoughts of the horrible threat out of his mind.

As he walked around the living area of his cute little apartment, Kyan felt lucky to live in such a nice place. Yes, it might have been expensive but that didn’t matter. Kyan’s apartment was the kind of sweet and stylish place that he had always dreamed of living in when he was older.

And the fact that Kyan had been able to afford his own place for him and Gambit made it all the better…

‘Hey, Gambit, you don’t think I’m being naïve, do you?’ Kyan asked, walking around his apartment in nothing but a pair of pajama shorts. ‘I mean, online can be a horrible place. And it’s not like I have any actual enemies out there. Come on, this isme!’

Kyan picked Gambit up for a reassuring cuddle.

There was something about the feeling of Gambit’s soft furry body pressing against his naked upper half that felt so comforting. For a moment at least, Kyan was even able to put to one side his frustration at having ended the card game down on his money, rather than in the position of being able to cover his rent for an extended period of time.

‘Grrrrr. I’m more annoyed than worried,’ Kyan said. ‘I had that game by the balls. I was locked in and showing them all just how good a player I am.Urgh. I don’t suppose it’s going to help if I keep going on about it, right?’

Kyan shrugged his shoulders and then wrapped himself in his favorite red blanket. Feeling more and more convinced that the threat had been nothing more than some horrible jerk trying – and succeeding – to put him off his game, Kyan decided that from this point onward, he would reregister his poker accounts under a different username. And he would utilize some of Benjamin’s online skills to make sure that his internet security was also beefed up.

Feeling more determined than ever, Kyan ran his fingers over Gambit’s silky-soft ears and felt a wave of optimism wash over him.

I won’t let this ruin my life.

No way. No chance.

I’m called Kyan Full House Coole for a reason…

Kyan was now feeling much better than he had yesterday evening. And with the morning sun breaking through the blinds of his apartment, it was time to get showered, eat some breakfast, and then take his daily walk in the park with a cup of hot coffee.

‘I think I’ll see what Benjamin and Reece are doing,’ Kyan said, the idea of a morning meetup with his friends sounding very appealing.

KYAN:Morning guys! Are you two up yet? Or are you a pair of snoozers? Because I’m thinking some coffee and a walk in the park might be good. You know, from my regular spot. Anyway, I’m going to shower and then head out. So let me know! XoXoXo

And Kyan didn’t have to wait too long before the replies came flooding in either…

BENJAMIN:Ooooh, I’d love to. But… I have an appointment with my personal trainer. I’ll come and hang out later though? XoXo

REECE:Same! Well, I don’t mean I have fitness training. I mean that I’m busy this morning. But I definitely want to do something after. Does that work? Xxxx

KYAN:Looks like it’s just me, Gambit, and my coffee. Booooo! No, only kidding. I’ll still have a nice time. And YES OF COURSE, I want to do something later today. I’ll be in touch XoXo.

While Kyan might have enjoyed having his Little buddies with him for his morning walk and coffee, it wasn’t the end of the world. And it would be nice to get some solo time too. The weather was looking like it was going to be nice, and Kyan couldalmost smell the hot coffee beans wafting into his apartment from over in the park.

It was time to get showered, changed, and ready for some much needed caffeine.

Suddenly yesterday was very much in Kyan’s rearview mirror.

It was time to move on with his life and get back on track.

And where better to do that than at the city’s most wonderful park…

With Gambit’s floppy ears poking out the top of his backpack and a smile on his face, Kyan strode into the park and immediately set his sights on the coffee stand in the distance.

Kyan loved all the typical Little drinks like juice and hot chocolate, but there was no denying that he was a big coffee fan too. Growing up, some of Kyan’s favorite times had been sitting in his grandparent’s kitchen and smelling the perfectly roasted coffee beans that his Grandmother and Grandpoppy were sipping on. And even though he was a little bit too young for coffee at the time, Kyan’s Grandpoppy would often let him have a little taster of his coffee.

‘Those were the days,’ Kyan said, a smile on his face as all the nostalgic feelings came back to him.

As Kyan walked over the park’s perfectly maintained grass, he found his mind wandering all the way back to his very first poker tournament win. In the days leading up to it, he had been full of nerves. There had been a few close calls andnarrow misses in the months before hand, and Kyan had been wondering whether he simply wasn’t cut out to be a true championship level player.

The reality was that poker was a tough game at the best of times and winning tournaments was something that only the very few best players could experience. Kyan knew that he was good, but as his wait to win a big tournament went on, doubts crept into his mind.

But with some wise words from his Grandpoppy, Kyan had finally managed to truly believe in himself and go all the way to his first title. And to do it in such style was the cherry on top of the cake too. Kyan played a high risk game and took some major risks – and it paid off in the best way.

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