Sequel to My Lady
Kimora Perez has always lived between two worlds: the privileged life she's built at NYU and the gritty streets of the Bronx she returns to every summer. But when she crosses paths with Darius, a skilled basketball player with a tr...
The quiet hum of the late-night café was a safe place for Kimora, her house was starting to become a bit too loud for her. She had become accustomed to spending her nights reading, finding peace in books that let her escape life, she was known to be a book worm since forever. Tonight was no different as she sat in the far corner, a book in hand, her eyes scanning the pages, trying to focus.
With her uncle buying her a bunch of books of her choice the other day, she decided to get started on one of them.
But as her fingers turned the page, she looked up to see how dark it had gotten but was met with something else. Her heart nearly stopped. It was him, her ex.
Standing in the doorway of the café, his eyes scanning the room until they locked with hers. It felt like time had stopped, her pulse racing as her body tensed. She froze.
Her mind screamed to get up, to run, to do anything but just sit there. But she couldn't move. Couldn't even breathe. It's been almost two full years since she seen him again, she only ever heard of what he's been up to and every time he would get brought up, she would get nervous. It took her the whole semester and the summer of therapy, after that, to get over what had happened.
His eyes bore into her, and she was twelve steps away from feeling like the world was crashing down again. It was like being suffocated by a memory she couldn't escape.
He took a step toward her, his presence overwhelming. She stood, frozen in place as he approached, his hand reaching for her. She quickly stood up, backing away.
Before she could even process what was happening, his fingers wrapped around her wrist. She gasped, her chest tightening as panic surged through her.
"Kimora," his voice was low and familiar, but she couldn't feel the comfort of it anymore. "You still look good. Damn, you've gotten even better."
She could hear the smirk in his voice as his eyes raked over her. He leaned in slightly, his breath hot on her face, his gaze lowering to her body in a way that made her stomach turn.
"I see you've been keeping in shape, huh?" His eyes were far too appreciative, his gaze making her skin crawl. "That body is impossible to forget."
She flinched, the old disgust bubbling up inside her. She wanted to say something, to push him off, to fight back, but the words felt trapped in her throat. Instead, she tried to take a step back, but he gripped her arm tighter, refusing to let her escape.
"Out of words?" he added, running a finger over her exposed arm. "I miss you like this. You know, I always liked it when you dressed like this." He laughed softly, his hand brushing against her leg without permission.
