The Devil's Debt

Isa's POV:

I'm putting on my makeup right now as Kyzer puts on his tie. This dress looks absolutely gorgeous on me, and the shoes look even better.

"Does it usually take you two hours to get ready?" Ky asks, grinning as he walks up behind me.

"Yes. It does. Magic doesn't get this done, y'know." I say back, laughing.

"Fine, fine." he says, backing off and pulling out his phone.

After a bit, I finish my makeup, so I back up and I take a final look at myself in the mirror.

"Do I look okay?" I ask, fluffing my hair.

"You look amazing." he says with a warm smile on his face.

"Oh, shut up." I say, thanking him in my own little way.

"No, I'm serious. You do." he says, looking me up and down.

I look back and I give him a smile before sighing and turning to him. "Okay," I say. "I'm ready to go."

"Alright. Let's go." he says, walking out behind me.

We drive to the club and when we arrive, we go through the private entrance to the club and when we walk in, loud music blares from the speakers surrounding the club. Lights flicker and flash all around the club as Ky holds my hand, walking me through the club as I trot behind him to keep up.

He pulls me to him and whispers in my ear. As he speaks, I tone out the music and it's just us.

"You wanna go to the bar?" he whispers, sending heat through my body with his smooth, deep, and thick voice.

"Yeah. Thank you." I say back.

"No need. Come on." he says, gently pulling me along.

When we reach the bar top, I smile at the bartender. She's a petite, small woman with blonde hair and brown eyes. She has a nose piercing and makeup on. Black eyeliner and mascara cover her eyes, and she has red lipstick on, a smile on her face.

"Hey boss. This yours?" she says, nodding to me with a heavy New York accent.

"Yeah. Tinkie, meet Isa. Isa, this is Tinkie. My partner in crime." he says with a proud smile.

"Hey, hun. Name's Tink, but anyone who knows me calls me Tinkie. Nice to meet you." she says, chewing on a piece of gum.

"You too. I need some alcohol." I say, laughing.

"I gotcha." she says as she fixes me a drink.

I take a seat and Ky stands next to me as he and the bartender talk. When she serves my drink, I take it and I take a sip of it and I shut my eyes, sipping the strong and sour drink.

"Too much?" Ky asks, grinning.

"Just enough." I say, exhaling deeply.

He laughs and continues talking. After an hour, I've had a couple drinks and I feel good. Like, really good.

"Ky, can I dance?" I ask, smiling up at him.

"Go ahead. I need to go up to my office." he says back.

"I want you to comeeeeee." I whine, weakly pulling his hand.

"Are you drunk?" he asks.

"Yeah. And I wanna dance with you." I say.

"Fine. One dance. Then I have to go, and you're coming with me." he says, gripping my hand as I pull him onto the floor.

-----
Kyzer's POV:
She gets me on the floor and she laughs as she begins to dance, pushing her body back on mine. I grunt as her ass pushes back onto my dick, making me get hard in excitement. She grabs my hips and grinds back on me, chuckling as she moves and sways to the music thumping loud in my ears.

She turns around and starts to unbutton my shirt while smiling and looking up at me, loosening my tie.

"Isa, no. What are you doing?" I ask as I grab her hand to stop her from unbuttoning my shirt any further.

"Stop being so uptight. Just dance with me." she says drunkily.

"Isa, that's it. Stop." I say, stopping her hand at the bottom of my chest.

She defiantly puts her hands in my shirt to rub on my chest as she pushes her body to mine, putting her chest to mine, grinding on me still. My body starts to move in time with hers after a moment, and my arm wraps around her back as I slowly dance with her.

She rakes her fingers through my hair and she pulls my forehead to hers as we dance in the dimly lit club, music blaring in my mind as the lights flicker. She looks at me with hazy eyes, and our eyes meet in a hot, intense gaze, our lips inching toward each other as we start to breathe a little heavy in the heat of the floor. In a matter of seconds, my mind blocks out everyone and we're isolated on the floor.

She leans in and kisses me hard and sloppily, pulling at my hair as my arm tightens around her. Her other arm snakes around my neck and she pulls me further in as if I could come any closer.

The kiss is hot and insistent as she digs her fingers in my hair, humming in satisfaction as I grab her hips, pulling her body flush against mine, groaning as my dick bulges insistently against my pants.

"Take me to your office." she demands, looking into my eyes.

"You're intoxicated. You don't want this." I say, trying to contain myself as my breathing grows ragged.

"I do. Take me." she commands once more.

"Is." I say, looking down at her.

"Ky." she says, giving me those eyes.

God she's gonna kill me.

"I can't, Isa. You're under the influence. You're not in your right mind. You don't know what you're saying or doing right now." I say honestly.

"Why'd you kiss me then?" she pouts.

"Because kissing you is the closest I'm getting to having you the way I want to right now. But I'm not gonna take advantage of you in a vulnerable state like this one."

She rolls her eyes and sighs.

"You're boring." she says, walking off to go get a drink.

Suddenly someone calls out to me.

"Caruso. Long time, no see."