Damaged Beyond Repair by Kashmira Kamat (KittyKash) (best short books to read TXT) 📗

"What? You want me to wear a collar around my neck? Because I can do that for you too."

"Stop it! Don't tempt me anymore." I said. "And let's keep BDSM off this story please."

Rowan slowed down near a condo complex that looked like it was easily above ten floors. He parked the car in the parking lot which was only accessed through identity. He led me to the elevator which filled with an awkward silence the moment we stepped in. Seconds ticked by as the floors ascended.

A soft robotic female voice drifted in the elevator when it indicated we were on the thirteenth floor.

I wasn't superstitious or anything, but thirteenth floor? Really?

Like come on. Rowan and I needed all the luck in the world.

I stepped out into the brightly lit condominium hallway, followed by Rowan who made a beeline for his condo door at the far end of it. I heard him unlock the door but I was too caught up enjoying the view through the large glass walls.

"Alana." Rowan called out to me. I tore my eyes away from the spectacular view, his expressions hadn't changed yet, "come on in."

I passed the dimly lit foyer . I placed my purse on the polished mahogany table and strolled further into the living area. The sound of my heels clanking against the linoleum floor was lost as the plush carpet covered every inch of the living area floor.

I took in the enormous space, painted entirely in cream and decorated with modern black and white furniture. I couldn't stop smiling when I noticed the large photograph above the snow white couch. It was a black and white photo of Minnie; her two-toothed grin showcased how delighted she was with a bunch of lilies she'd picked.

The next thing that grabbed my attention was the cute oval lamps suspended from the ceiling. The giant flat screen covered most of the opposite wall which was connected to game consoles lying on the floor. Speakers that looked like mortal enemies of ear drums stood on either side of the flat screen. Jeez! Boys and their toys.

I knew Chez would have loved to hang out here, but I knew that would only be possible in due time. Rowan and Chez still dwelled on their awkward student- teacher differences.

One entire wall was glass see through, from ceiling to floor. I walked further for better view. It was a spectacular sight overlooking the beach and the green trees lined it. The sun had already set; the waves glistened due to the street lights. I could hear the sound of the waves even with the glass walls tightly closed.

"It's beautiful." I murmured not taking my eyes off the beauty.

"Yes, it certainly is."

I glanced at the long silhouette standing close to me from the corner of my eye. He wasn't even looking at the view ahead. He was looking at me, studying with precision, not the least bit ashamed that I'd caught him staring.

Suddenly the air had gotten slightly uncomfortable. We were alone finally and I was suddenly nervous.

"There's a balcony in the master bedroom, that's got an even better view if you want to check it out." He suggested.

I grinned. "Whatever it is that you are suggesting, sounds tempting but I'd rather have dinner first."

Rowan laughed and I helped him carry the plates to the coffee table where we settled down on the couch in front of his massive flat screen. There was some movie they were playing, but we hardly paid attention to it since we were busy talking about everything and nothing in particular. 

There was so much to talk about. After we were done with our dinner, Rowan loaded the dishes into the sink. I settled down the far end of the couch. It was the moment I'd been waiting for, playing it out in my head for what felt like ages and here I was, sitting inches away within his reach. I wanted to smack him until he begged me to stop and even kiss him until he'd forget what it was like to breathe.

"So do you like this place?" He asked me, seeming a bit tense.

"I love it, Rowan. It's beautiful." I said, giving him my biggest smile.

He seemed glad to hear that.

"What about your old apartment?"

He shrugged. "I never liked that place, Alana." a wave of sadness engulfed him. "Those walls are tainted with bad memories and things I'd like to forget about sooner rather than later. That place reminds me of a monster that I'd become, so I sold it and bought this condo. I want to start fresh."

I didn't press further. Rowan sat in a very relaxed way, with his long denim clad leg crossed over the other, his one arm resting on the back of the couch and the other hand rested, palm open beside me. I took my chances as I moved closer and locked my fingers with his. He glanced up at me, smiled and gave my hand a gentle squeeze.

A few seconds passed in silence, then he whispered. "Come closer."

I obeyed and scooted until our thighs were touching. He said. "That's not close enough."

He lifted me up easily and helped me onto his lap. "That feels better."

He wrapped me into his arms, my hands traveled to his back. The familiar cologne was driving me insane, pulling me into a place where I'd longed to be in. He whispered. "I missed you so much, baby."

"I missed you too." I mumbled, my attention was diverted to his soft lips kissing and licking my collarbone.

I lifted his face towards mine and his lips were quickly sealed with mine, his lips moved fiercely against mine, warm and firm, kissing me longer, deeper and faster. I tangled my fingers through his soft hair, urging him to go on as he licked my upper lip in a swift motion and suckled it, biting it which forced a moan from deep within my throat; he repeated it with my lower lip. I could feel our hearts beating together. God! If I hadn't seen the sparks fly. I did now.

"Let's take it to my room." He whispered as he scooped me up in his muscular arms like I were a feather and dashed towards his bedroom. I couldn't stop giggling until he kicked the door shut behind him.