*Kane's POV*
I woke up from one of the better sleeps I've had in a long time to see a beautiful mess of auburn locks beside me. Alias was naked, curled in a ball with her back to me sleeping peacefully- snoring I might add. Flashbacks of last night flickered through mind as I watched her sleep beside me.
I've had good sex, amazing sex even. With Alias, I found it incredibly difficult to control myself. The way she feels wrapped around me was indescribable. Her moans were music to my ears. I figured out quite a bit about her body last night that would be beneficial once we really started the D/s training. She was impatient as hell, but it actually drove her crazy to be teased. I could tell just how much her body has been neglected all this time by the way she responded to minimal foreplay. I imagine she has solely slept with men who needed a warm body to bust a nut, who didn't actually give a shit about making her feel good. I didn't want to incorporate much play our first time, but she listened to the few commands I gave without hesitation. After last night, I know she will be an exceptional sub, so long as I can be an exceptional teacher.
I carefully stood up from the bed and tucked her back in, letting her sleep in. I made my way to the kitchen and started brewing some coffee before checking my phone to see what crisis would need diverting this week.
Unknown: Hey Stranger, let's catch up. (;
Who the hell? I considered a few possibilities, but my heart sank in realization. She couldn't possibly be the person texting me.
Kane: Who is this?
Unknown: You know who this is, Sweets. You saw me last night.
Sweets. She's the only woman ever to call me that. I slammed my phone down on the counter and ran my� fingers through my hair in frustration. I knew that was her as soon as I spotted her, but how did she see me? What the fuck? Why now? After all this time, now that I've finally found someone else, she shows back up now. No, I'm deciding right now. Claire will never get another chance to worm her way back into my life.
Kane: Claire, lose this number.
Claire: You must still be mad at me. Meet me for breakfast. Our old spot?
Kane: No.
Claire: You know better than to tell me no.
Fucking bitch. Claire was a brat disguised as a submissive- not in the cute sexy way either. She let me believe I was in control, but everything was always a game for her. She is the definition of a master manipulator.
Kane: Goodbye, Claire.
Claire: Is this because of your new plaything? Alias Star isn't it?
Panic spread through my body. Typical Claire, if she wants something she will hurt any damn body in the process. I knew she was thoroughly enjoying this, but I knew her well enough to know the damage she can cause when she doesn't get her way. I'll just go meet her and tell her face to face nothing will ever happen between us again. I paused before responding, thinking about how I'd have to leave Alias here. Maybe she will still be asleep when I get back. I needed to handle Claire before she tried talking to Alias.
Kane: I'll meet you in 20 minutes.
Claire: I knew you would come see me, Sweets. See you soon! (;
I huffed in annoyance as I sent a quick text to Alias letting her know I needed to step out for a bit in case she was to wake up. I sent a second text to Damion letting him know I'd need a ride. Never in a million years consider I'd ever see Claire again, much less sit down over a meal with her again.
I set my phone down, tip toed to the closet, and threw on a causal button down and slacks before making my way down the lobby. Damion was waiting for me and clearly noticed my frustration.
"What's wrong, Rhodes?" Damion asked concernedly.
"Claire's back," I shook my head.
"You've got to be kidding," He said, understanding the severity of the situation, "Why the fuck are you going to see her?"
"She knows who Alias is," I explained.
"Claire is a bitch, but surely she wouldn't," He responded.
"Don't have too much faith in her. She wouldn't have come back without some sort of goal in mind," I said as I climbed into the car.
"Maybe you should just tell Alias about her, Kane. I bet she would understand," Damion tried to rationalize the situation.
"You know damn well no matter what I tell Alias, if Claire gets to her, she will completely convince her to believe the opposite of whatever I say. I've got to stop this at the source, Damion," I explained.
"You haven't seen her in a long time. Are you sure you're going to be okay?" He asked compassionately.
"No, I'm not sure. I won't let her make Alias hate me, though," I replied.
"You don't make Alias hate you in the process," Damion raised an eyebrow at me. I rolled my eyes, knowing what he was insinuating.
We arrived at the small café on the back side of town, one I hadn't been to in years. Not since she left. I immediately spotted her sitting the same booth we always sat in by the window in the back corner. A flood of emotions ran through me, anything from heartache to rage to sadness. I felt like my feet became ten tons heavier with every step as I got closer and closer to her.
"Sweets, please sit!" She beamed up at me with that beautiful, manipulative smile.
"Kane will do fine," I stated coldly as I slid in the booth.
"Boo, I always liked calling you Sweets," She acted cheerful as if this were a happy reunion.
"That was a long time ago, Claire. Why are you here?" I asked trying to get straight to the point.
"For you, silly! I missed you!" She smiled proudly.
"I missed you," I started.
"Really?" She smirked.
"For a really long time. Then, one day, I realized you were just a narcissist playing a game." Her smiled faded. "I don't want anything to do with you, Claire. Not now and not ever again," I tried to be as direct as possible.
