DAISY

He quickly grabs my arm and directs me to face him.
"She's my therapist. My therapist." His eyes were suddenly wide, he repeats as if I haven't heard him.

"What?" I blurt, confused.

"She wanted to come see you and so I brought her to your working place. There is nothing after that, she's just someone who listens and helps. That's it alone, Daisy."

I shouldn't but I have this feeling inside, I feel disappointed with myself. I let him down. It should be me he confide in not a pretty therapist, not anyone.

"Your therapist?" I swallowed, hoping the guilty haven't graciously appeared on my face.

"Yes, my therapist." He retorted.

We exchange a silent gaze for a brief period before I finally find my voice and vocalize. "Okay still that doesn't make it lesser, Riley is my best friend, I can't hurt her."

"If you're being honest, you've already hurt her." He quietly pours out the truth.

Suddenly I am reminded of everything I've done behind Riley's back and I feel like throwing up.

I am a horrible person.

"You don't have to slap me in the face with it." I angrily utter.

"I'm in love with you, Daisy, believe it or not. I know I am, I've never felt this way until you, I mean I've felt it before when we were little but I thought it was something different. I cannot suppress loving you."

I have a lump in my throat, my heart racing hard against my chest, resulting in my shaking.

His words do unbelievable things to me, I can hardly hold myself. He knows it yet he still gives me those words like they are the simplest alphabets. Like he isn't talking about loving me while he has a girlfriend that is my best friend.

"Kay please, we can't."

"I can't deny myself what I've longed for. Please, I need you." I dip his head, intensifying his eyes on me.

I am on verge of tears when I remind him of the actual truth. "Riley can't be in the..."

"I will end it." He interrupted, his voice thick with emotion I've never caught a glimpse of. His eyes widening to a great extent, I doubt is possible.

Fear strike every reflection I had and panic surges through.
"What?" My voice came out hoarse.

"I will tell her everything, I will end it." He continues.

Letting me sink in dread. This can't happen. Why is he implying so?

"No! You can't. She loves you." I exhale a frustrated sob, a tear fell loose from my eye and I looked away. However, Kay dipped his head to the side until he could see me.

"I've always cared for her but she doesn't make me feel a quarter the way you do. I can't deny myself what I feel for you anymore." He whispered.

"I can't be the reason behind Riley's sorrow, I can't do that to her, she's my best friend."

His thumb came to my face and wipe the tear tenderly.
"Then for the sake of the friendship we had, reconsider, I know deep down you feel the same too, you didn't stop me when I touched you, you didn't resist in the dressing room, you pulled me closer in the back of my truck. You breathe hard anytime I'm close, you can't stop staring, I can't too."

"It was a..." I begin.

"Don't. Don't tell me it was a mistake. You don't repeat the same mistakes several times, Daisy."

It wasn't a mistake, everything that's happened between us, I was all aware, I could resist him. It's the fair honesty I fear to admit.

"This is so hard to absorb, Kay. I need some time to think." I whispered.

"Take the time you need, but remember to do justice to yourself too. Besides the letter was mine first, Riley happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time." He said and stepped backward, releasing me, suddenly I feel empty.

I stay irresponsive in my track, I don't say a word, I just stare at his black boots.

Is it fair? Is everything fair?

When I say nothing, Kay adds a package of the tampon into the small basket I'm holding on to, he has a small smile on his lips.
"You should try this." His voice was thick, deep, and soft. It reminds me of our priceless moment in the back of his truck, it was just the two of us and everything felt right at the time.

I ride back to center yorker with Kay while the men drove behind us.

We haven't spoken much after the moment we had shared in the mall. I only made the payment for the stuff I purchased and tail behind Kay, wordlessly.

I yearn for my bed, I need to rest, today has been a busy day at work and school, yet I still have homework, and it already almost nine.

"Someone has been here for two hours, he claims he knows you, sir," Hopper informs Kay immediately we walk into the reception.

"Where is he?" Kay asked.

"Over there, I will let him know of your presence."
With that hopper left for Kay's guest while I begin making my way to the elevator but Kay's fingers once again stop me.

"Just a minute, I will see whoever it is and we can go up together." He pleads.

It melts my heart somehow, I didn't protest, I only nod.

"Where have you been?" I asked instead.

"At my parents."

"You have Malik's car." I point out, we rode back in Malik's AMG, which only dawn in me right now.

"I do?" Kay smirks.

He's flawlessly structured, handsomely created, perfectly blessed. His beauty tends to wash away any hurting in me. Why?

"Kay?" I playfully taunt him.

"I had to leave so I took the keys." He confessed. It's obvious he is not getting along with his parents. I wanted to ask the reason why but rather I hold back the urge and proceed with the playfulness.

"And where is the owner?"

"Either sleeping at my parents or in some escalade getting here to kick my ass."

"He's gonna be mad." I giggle.

"Bull." He smiles mischievously, while I laugh at the thought of Malik being apart with his car. But immediately, Kay's expression changes, there's a scowl on his face, his eyes dart behind me.

"Hello Kaiser, I know you won't probably recognize me but I used to be your neighbor when you were little. Kane Esteban if you could remember."

Kay's wide eyes were half huge as mine when I instantly twirl, and my heart fell badly on the floor to the view in front of me.

Dad!

"Dad?" I mumble.

"The fuck?" I recognize Kay's words before everything becomes hard to decipher.