Trey
I wake up alone. Kiara is two weeks into her month-long book tour, and while I'm incredibly proud of her, the absence weighs on me. I truly miss her like crazy. It has been four months since we got engaged, and despite the distance, our connection remains strong, cocooned within the walls of our peaceful little bubble.
Our families may still be a mess, but they're happy for us despite our differences. Candice moved back in with Mom right after Christmas, and I usually check in with a call once a week. Not that I'm complaining; I'm glad to have my place back to myself for just me and my fiancée to enjoy.

Like every morning since she's been away, I Facetime Kiara before she begins her day. She answers on the second ring.
"Good morning, Cupcake," I smirk, holding my face up in the camera.
"Good morning, Chef," she says, rubbing her eyes and yawning. "I was about to call you. I have a book signing to go to in like an hour, but the town car will be here in thirty."
Damn, that means I probably won't talk to her again until after I get off tonight.
The realization lingers, casting a subtle shadow over the morning exchange as a tinge of disappointment settles in.
"I miss you," I mutter longingly.

"I miss you too," she replies softly, her voice a comforting balm to the distance between us.
Attempting to lighten the mood, I ask, "What are you wearing?"
She props her phone up on the nightstand, revealing her matching blue set of bra and panties. "You like? I just bought this at Victoria's Secret," she teases, a playful spark in her eyes visible through the screen.
I hum my approval. "Yeah, that looks sexy as fuck on you. Take it off."

"Trey-" she begins to protest.
"Take. It. Off."
She blushes, but lifts her ass up to slide her panties down. She wiggles her ass in the camera just the way I like it. "There, happy?"
"Hardly," I smirk. "Spread your legs and rub your clit."
"Trey, I have to get dressed in like ten minutes," she whines in a cute little voice.
"Then, it looks like you have ten minutes to make that pretty pussy come for me."
She sighs underneath her breath before laying on her back and opening her legs in front of the camera so all of her tasty goodies are bared to me. She's already soaked, her pussy lips slick and ready. If I could, I would get a plane right now just to please her.
Even if it's just for a few minutes.
"Close your eyes," I instruct her.
She obeys, and waits patiently for my next command.
"Touch me how you would like me to touch you right now."
She reaches her hand down and begins circling her finger on her clit. She's purposely doing it too slowly, teasing me, well aware that I can't physically punish her from this distance.
"Faster," I growl. "Or I won't let you come."
"I won't come anyway. I only have five minutes left."
Her tone takes on a hint of brattiness, a change I've noticed since she left. Clearly, she's missing the sting of my wooden spoon. The Christmas present she gave me was a personalized one that said "Chef Thompson," and while I could've used it in the kitchen, the real fun was spanking her ass with it.
I'll keep that in mind for when she comes back to me.
But first, I'll make her climax within these five remaining minutes.
With my cock already sticking out of my boxers, I wrap my hand around it, smearing the pre-cum leaking from the tip. I angle the phone so that both it and my face are in the camera, and begin to stroke myself in sync with her.
"Now imagine you are tied up, your hands and feet tied to each edge of the bed. Completely at my fucking mercy."
She moans at my words.
"I'm slowly kissing and licking up your thighs before burying my face between your legs. I spread your beautiful pussy lips apart, and suck your sweet clit."
I groan softly, imagining the scene myself as I fist my cock faster. "Now I'm going to fuck you because I can hardly stand not being inside of you a second longer. I shove my dick inside you while gripping your throat just the way you like it. Your so wet for me, fucking dripping, while I pound into you over and over again. Harder and faster...until you're screaming my name."
"Fuck, Trey," she moans over the speaker. I can hear her panting, her fingers moving in fast circles.
Holy shit.
The sight has heat swirling in my belly. I stroke my dick faster with a firm grip, my balls drawling up with the need to release. My hips move involuntarily, accompanied by audible, ragged breaths that escape from my mouth.
I'm close, but I can tell she's closer.
"Please. Can I watch, Chef?" she whimpers.
Her eyes are still closed, immersed in the pleasure I'm bringing her. She may be rubbing that sweet, little pussy, but only because I'm allowing her to. We agreed before she left that she would be a good girl for me, and only touch herself with permission.
"Watch what, Cupcake?" I grunt, stroking my cock harder. "Tell me what you want."
She emits a desperate moan. "I want to see you touch yourself."
With a smirk, I say, "Since you're being a good girl, go ahead and open your eyes. Watch me as I come for you."
Her eyes lock onto mine as we mutually enjoy the sexy show we're putting on for each other. This experience easily secures a spot among my top five favorite fantasies, surpassing my expectations in every possible way.
"Trey!" she screams as her back arches off the bed and she squirts into the camera.
Watching her come and imagining how tight her pussy is clenching right now makes me lose all fucking control. My movements become frantic, and before I know it, I surrender to the crescendo of pleasure.
"Fuckkk!" I growl ferally, my hot seed jetting out all over my stomach. Loud groans rumble through my body as I fist my cock until there's a pool of liquid on me.
It's definitely been a while since I've done this.
We both stare at each other as we come down from our climaxes. "Damn, you made me come with a minute to spare," she pants out.
I know.
A sense of accomplishment lingers, a playful satisfaction in meeting the challenge. The mood shifts as she glances at the clock behind her, and I sense the urgency in her need to go.
"I love you, Kiara. Be safe and make sure you call me before you go to bed, okay?"
A smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "Yes, Sir, and I love you too."
After she hangs up, I get up to shower and begin my own day before work tonight.
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Dinner service is busy tonight, but nothing we can't handle. To distract myself from the ache of missing Kiara, I throw myself into the chaos of the kitchen, juggling dishes and engaging with guests.
"How's your fiancée doing?" Alex asks, expertly plating dishes in an assembly line fashion.
"Good. She's in New York right now."
A proud grin creeps across my face as I boast about my girl—the love of my life, the one who completes my world.
"I finally got around to reading her book. That shit was hot!" he exclaims. "Had to recommend it to a few of my girls."
"I know," I say with a smirk.
I read both the manuscript she sent me months ago and was the first to receive a hard copy of her book. Even if I weren't her fiancé, I would say it definitely deserves the attention it's getting. I'm sure she'll be receiving some literary awards or something shortly.
They give those for smutty novels, right?
The rhythmic clattering in the kitchen is interrupted by a sudden commotion at the front. James storms into the kitchen, his forehead vein pulsating. "Chef, William is here. It's an emergency."
"What?" Alex and I say at the same time.
He gestures towards the door. "I told him he wasn't allowed inside because there's blood on his shirt and knuckles. He's waiting in the back for you."
Blood?
My mind races. He's been doing so well with his sobriety, did he manage to relapse and take it out on Lucinda again? Why the hell is he here in the middle of a dinner rush? It doesn't make sense for him to show up unless something truly terrible happened. Unless he committed an act so unforgivable that he's prepared to confront the repercussions head on.
A flicker of concern transforms Alex's features. "I can manage everything, Trey. Go find out what's happening," he says, his tone a mix of reassurance and understanding.
Acknowledging Alex with a grateful nod, I head towards the back door, urgency palpable in my steps. The heavy door swings open, and I step into the dim alley.
There, I find William seated on a bench, his head cradled in his hands. The dim glow accentuates the shadows on his face, and the sight of his battered knuckles, stained with blood and split, sends a pang of dread through me. The air hangs heavily with the gravity of the situation.
"William, what the hell happened?" I demand coldly.
It's an unsettling déjà vu, reminiscent of the days when he bore the same battered look after harming my mom. The memories resurface, and I clench my fist, preparing to beat his ass as promised. I just began to rebuild trust in him, and now it feels like the fragile foundation is crumbling beneath me.
His gaze lifted, and in a hushed tone, he stammers, "T-Trey. I think I've lost her."
"What the hell did you do?" I seethe, my voice rising with palpable anger.
Has he fucked up so badly that he's taken someone's life? His own fiancée, the woman he's supposed to marry in just a month.
"Pickin' up hours at work has been helpin' with my sobriety, so I didn't notice. I should've, but I didn't..."
Frustration bubbles within me at his cryptic words. "Notice what?" I shout.
An empty, haunted look fills his eyes. "She was poppin' pills again. I came home from work, and I couldn't wake her up. She was as limp as a coonhound nappin' on a porch."
My throat instantly dries, the knot in my stomach growing impossibly tighter. "William, where is she now?"
Please don't say he just dumped her somewhere to avoid suspicion.
"They rushed her away in the ambulance. I doubt she's gonna make it," he says in a low voice.
Damn.
Kiara will be devastated when I break the news to her. Their bond was special, and though I couldn't entirely grasp it, Kiara clung to the belief that Lucinda could conquer her demons. Lucinda fought a brave hard, and it sucks that it ended this way. I hope now she has found peace and she's reunited with her daughter.
I fix my gaze on William. "Why the hell are you here instead of being with her? And what the hell happened to your fists?"
"I-I couldn't control it," he stammers, his voice quivering. "I ended up punching the damn trailer. The temptation to drown it all away in alcohol was too damn strong. That's why I came to you." The admission hangs heavy in the air, laden with remorse and the struggle against his inner demons.
"Things have been better between us, and I just don't wanna let you or Jeremiah down. Again." A wave of vulnerability washes over his eyes, his gaze a silent plea. "Please help me, Trey."
I actually feel sympathy for him. Not too long ago, I didn't believe he could be anything but the monster from my childhood, but by some miracle, he's become a better man. Now, his fiancée is dead, and he's at risk of reverting back.
I have to help him.
I place my hand on his shoulder, attempting to offer comfort. "I'll let Alex know I'm leaving for the night, and then we'll head to the hospital together to say goodbye."