Chapter 36: A Fantasy? [18+]
Kyle would have called himself a madman if he’d thought something this extraordinary could happen to him just a week ago. In less than seven days, he had accomplished things he never conceived were possible.
He had deliberately kept Calista in the dark about the influence he held over her life, including her budding acting career. The knowledge that, with the snap of his fingers, he could bring her entire career crashing down gratified him more than a little.
That thought was oddly relaxing.
Calista lay passed out on the bed in his room as Kyle headed to take a shower.
His carnal urges had been satisfied, and with that, Calista’s presence was no longer necessary.
After spending time with her, he’d concluded that money and sex were the keys to unlocking her affection—a bar set frustratingly low.
Kyle took a cold shower, needing to wash away the sweat and cool down from the night’s activities.
His past life was shrouded in mystery; no one knew much about him, except that he was a man in his mid-twenties who had struggled to afford his bills.
Yet in this country, it was possible to survive on minimum wage, even if just barely—scraping by with enough for shelter.
That wasn’t something that could be said for third-world countries, but just because life was a little easier here didn’t mean people weren’t still bottom feeders.
"Huh?" Kyle muttered as the stream of water pelting his skin came to a sudden halt.
The water had been cut off again, and it reminded Kyle of how badly the building was deteriorating.
This problem was becoming more frequent, and he’d also noticed signs that Mr. Jones was struggling financially. After all, his wife seemed to be doing much of the heavy lifting while he worked tirelessly to keep things afloat.
Kyle chose not to make a big deal out of it, wiping himself dry and wrapping a towel around his waist. Still, a strange sense of déjà vu crept over him.
Aiysha briefly flashed through his mind, uninvited. Kyle knew it was wrong to think of another man’s wife in such a way, but he couldn’t help himself.
He recalled how flexible she was and before he could tame this thoughts, the creature between his legs had woken up.
Kyle sighed, he tried to suppress it but it only became worse, recalling every detail of her body thanks to the extreme memory recall granted to him by the lottery he had drawn.
He recalled everything like he was seeing it for the first time, making it near impossible to dull the intensity of the event.
Kyle was glad when he got this skill but recently it was becoming more of a curse than a blessing.
Kyle saw Calista sprawled awkwardly on the bed, and got a rather bright idea.
Kyle let his towel drop to the ground as he approached Calista.
Calista felt the bed dip behind her, and in her sated state she felt something slowly slipping between her legs.
The familiar stretch of Kyle’s veiny cock filling her up from within hurt her already sensitive snatch and Kyle pushed her into the pillow as he pounded away at her.
But as he sank over and over into her limpid heat, Kyle was thinking about Aiysha.
He swore to himself that this would be a one-time thing. He just needed to get Aiyisha out of his system and just as he expected, Calista was already soaking wet.
Moans soon filled the room, each stroke feeling better than the last.
Kyle wasn’t focusing on her pleasure, he was focusing on his and right now, this was what he wanted to do with Aiysha.
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Ella wasn’t thrilled with the roundabout way she had chosen to communicate with Kyle, but she knew that asking Jane directly for his number would lead to unnecessary overthinking.
Jane and Ella shared everything with each other, so she had no intention of keeping this from her best friend. Still, she silently hoped that Kyle wouldn’t mention their contact to Jane before she could explain it herself.
Fortunately, Kyle had plausible deniability. He never got a direct answer to his earlier question about whether Jane had approved of Ella reaching out. If the subject ever came up, he could always claim he thought Jane had given Ella permission.
Ella, however, had a bigger reason for contacting him. She desperately needed help with her failing music career. And if Kyle was dating Jane, the likelihood of him making inappropriate demands or asking her to sleep with him felt exponentially lower.
Kyle could not only assist her with connections but also potentially host her at one of his events. That opportunity alone was too significant to pass up.
This was why she clung to this idea so tightly—her band was already on the verge of disbanding. They couldn’t keep going as things were.
The truth was simple and harsh: music was just a hobby unless it could pay the bills.
Ella was barely holding herself together financially. She had been dipping into her savings just to cover her basic expenses, all while maintaining an illusion of stability to keep Jane from worrying.
She never wanted Jane to feel burdened by her struggles. So she continued pretending that her band was thriving, even though the reality was far grimmer.
Ella felt trapped, cornered by the harsh realities of life. Kyle seemed like her lifeline—but how far was she willing to go to save her dreams?
Like anyone else, Ella had aspirations. She wanted to become one of the greatest rockstars the world had ever seen.
But as of late, that dream felt more like a fleeting fantasy, slipping further out of reach with each passing day.
That was why Kyle’s words affected her so profoundly. She hadn’t realized just how much she needed to hear them until he said them.
Ella remained at home while Jane headed out to work. Despite her budding relationship with a wealthy man, Jane refused to slack off in her responsibilities.
If anything, she had begun working even harder. But Ella couldn’t shake the feeling that Kyle would gladly give Jane anything she asked for if it came to that.
He had spent a significant amount of money on Jane within minutes of meeting her—a fact that didn’t escape Ella’s attention.
"Hey, Ella. Are you with me?"
The sound of fingers snapping pulled Ella from her thoughts. A man seated across the table was staring at her impatiently.
It was the band’s drummer. She had zoned out completely during his announcement.
"I’m leaving," he repeated, his tone laced with finality. "I’ve joined another band."
Ella’s stomach sank. This was exactly what she had feared, and now it was happening right in front of her.
Her mind raced as she tried to process the drummer’s departure. His announcement felt like the final nail in the coffin for her band.
She had always known they were hanging by a thread, but hearing it out loud made it undeniably real.
Ella stared at the table, her hands trembling slightly. She couldn’t even bring herself to respond. The room felt suffocating, as if her dreams were crumbling in real time.
What was she supposed to do now?
Her dreams of stardom—of becoming a world-renowned rockstar—seemed to drift further and further away.
And in that moment, Ella realized she had no choice but to take a leap of faith.
Kyle was her last chance.
