Page 1 of Rekindled

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New York, New York - 4 years ago...

Kai Avery. When my girl, Journee, told me she had someone she wanted me to meet, I didn't think she would hook me up like this! Six something, solid muscular build. His eyes competed with the sheen in his beard to outshine the other, but nothing could compare to his smile.

"He's a producer forDope Records," was all she told me leading up to the double date she arranged. We'd be there with her and her new boyfriend. Blind dates were always a toss up in New York City. You either got the guy who was too full of himself or the guy who was way too jaded from his previous relationship. But not Kai.

Our eyes met before our friends formally introduced us. When I tailed behind my girlfriend, Journee, through the restaurant’s door, Kai and I locked eyes from across the room. He took my hand when I was close enough to shake his. Engaged me with his unwavering eyes even as our friends gave a rundown of our resumes for us.

We had a brief exchange at the table, Kai and I. All the talking happened with our bodies about two hours after we met.

"If y'all will excuse me," I started, "I'm going to run to the bathroom."

Like I said, a couple of hours into our meals, I couldn't take just looking at him anymore. I had to feel.

I locked my eyes on his as I rose out of my seat. Like I also said, his eyes were on me from the moment our friends introduced us. Before then, honestly.

"Cool," my best friend Journee spoke up, sliding her chair back. "Want me to come with?"

"No!" I replied quick.

She furrowed her brows.

"I'll be real fast." I shifted my eyes on to Kai. "In and out."

He chuckled.

"Oh-kay," she replied, her eyes moving between Kai and I as she took her seat again. Journee shot me a squinted glare, the one a mother would give when warning her child to behave.

I had no intentions of doing that, though.

I swiveled on the arches of my suede heels and made my way toward the back of the restaurant.

Only a few feet away, I glanced over my shoulder to see him still staring from his seat. I gestured with my head in the direction I walked and caught when the smirk pulled his lips up.

I smiled, switching my hips with a little more exaggeration to give the brother a show. You know, warm him up a bit.

This was a double date sent from God. And trust me, I'd been to the dates from hell.

The man was fine, the conversation was golden, and he was a keeper. The plans I had in this moment were probably not the best ones, but I couldn't wait to have dessert. And I was in the mood for Kai a la mode.

I was in the bathroom for a short while when he'd finally arrived. The second he strolled through the bathroom's heavy core door, he closed and locked it for good measure.

Leading up to the date, all I needed to hear was his name, and just that had me excited. Journee had been telling me about this guy she wanted me to meet for weeks. He was handsome, successful. I'd knownofhim, had heard his name in the industry. But to finally put a face to the name and for the face to look like this? There was no way I would not have fun with him that night.

Kai dipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a shiny gold condom. I licked my lips and gripped the collar of his shirt, pulling him toward me. His hands were at my waist, mine at the fly of his pants. We moved practiced as if we'd done this before with each other when we'd only met hours ago.

"This is fast," he mumbled on my lips.

"Not fast enough," I yanked him forward. "Please don't think right now."

He growled in response, gently nudging me back against the tiled wall. Kai wrapped a hand loosely around my neck and angled my head back so I’d look up at him. His free hand moved swift up my dress. He looped his fingers around the band of my panties just as quick.

"I want an actual date after this," he whispered as he slid my panties down my thighs.

I nodded and undid the belt buckle around his trousers. Honestly, I would have agreed to donating an organ to my next-door neighbor in that moment with this man inches away from my lips.

"Journee promised we have a lot in common, but—"

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