Hello, Kenzo

Breaking Point

My body trembled in tension as I made my way out of the school. I asked the principal if I could take a day off, and she gladly allowed me. She even asked me to take three days off to get the most rest I could.

I guess no long explanations were needed to prove how terrible I am feeling; the dreaded look in my face had done all the talking.

In a week, I looked like I had lost an insane amount of weight. Underneath my eyes, dark circles grew more noticeable. It wasn't just the bags under my eyes, either. My face was sunken in, and my skin color was paler than ever before. And sometimes, due to lack of sleep and maybe too much alcohol, it felt as if my whole body was shaking; I was shivering more than usual, and whenever I moved too quickly or took deep breaths, my chest hurt.

The wind brushed against my face, ruffling through my hair as I walked home. I needed to take a breath and think before responding to Kenzo. The heat from the sun seemed to insist that I should really think twice, as it burned my skin while I was walking on the streets without even bothering to take my umbrella out. The sun must be reminding me how he tore me apart and fed me with nothing but pain for a week.

As I reached my apartment, I threw my bag on the floor, lazily took off my ID, and headed straight for my bedroom. I needed to lie down and think this over.

With little choice, I stripped to my uniform off and crawled into bed, trying desperately to stop shaking. Even though I told myself that I wouldn't cry until after reading the message, tears started streaming down my cheeks.

"F-ck it! I missed him badly." I mumbled through my tears, trying to remind myself that I was worth more than the pain he had given me.

I sniffed quietly as my tears flooded my pillow. I tried wiping them away with the back of my hand, which only made it worse. After what felt like hours of crying in silence, my breathing evened out, and I relaxed. I finally felt safe enough to sleep.

I woke up at around 3:00 p.m. A bit dizzy, I got up from my bed, took some Advil, and went downstairs to cook myself something to eat.

My tongue and stomach seemed uninterested in food. "This is sh*t!" I munched on the tasteless food, staring coldly at the bowl while I walked to my couch.

I sat down on the couch, leaned back, and closed my eyes for a few minutes. I couldn't take my mind off the text I sent earlier.

Should I go ahead with it?

I sighed heavily and rested my chin in one hand. If I waited any longer, the temptation would be too great to resist. It was like killing myself in denial. Even though my mind would fight with its arguments, my body was longing for Kenzo.

Then, after finishing the food, I felt a little better. But I knew exactly; it was not because of the food; it was me making my decision.

I grabbed my phone and opened the messaging app.

To: Kenzo

"Are you free today?"

Sent.

And before my mind would start to agitate and bicker, my body had already gone for it.

At the same hotel, inside the same room, I screamed with every bit of pleasure as Kenzo pounded inside me and then buried himself deep inside me, making me scream louder.

He slowly kissed my neck and ran his hands down my body, caressing me. My heart beats so fast, my legs almost gave up on me, but I pushed through, begging for more contact and more love. I needed Kenzo inside of me and wanted to feel like there was no barrier between us. My heart beats faster and faster. My whole body was numb with pleasure; I felt like floating. I felt complete.

I knew how outrageous my situation was at the moment, but letting things go was less mind-wrecking than losing him completely.

My tears continued as I indulged myself in his kisses. We both let our own cries out as I clung to him, begging for more and wanting more. His lips covered mine, and I melted into him.

I no longer felt uneasy about breathing. He's making me breathe again.

He lifted me up, still inside me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding onto him.

He stopped kissing me and held my head in his hands, forcing eye contact. I noticed he was slightly panting. “Are you alright?”

I nodded silently. I am alright. I felt okay for the very first time after torturing myself for a week.

His mouth found mine again, making me moan loudly. I moaned louder when his fingers touched the wetness of my inner thighs. He kissed me deeply, making me melt in his arms.

His fingers glided smoothly inside me, making me arch my back. It brought a great sensation; I couldn't help but clutch him tighter.

“Kenzo…” I begged him to continue.

His voice echoed throughout the room—husky, low, and sexy. “Do you want me to slow down? Or do you want to keep going?”

"Just...do it," I tiredly whispered, my face burrowing in his neck as my hand tightened its grip on his nape.

He moved slowly as he caressed my body.

"My pleasure," he whispered before holding my face back to him and happily conquering my mouth again as I slowly bounced in the rhythm of his movement.

His tongue danced with mine, sending me over the edge once more.

"Fasten your seatbelt, baby," Kenzo barely said between his heavy breaths as he moved faster and wrapped me tightly in his arms. I heard a loud thud as my head hit his chest. He chuckled softly before continuing to kiss me.

It felt so good. I was almost losing hope to feel this way again.

He groaned, his hips thrusting faster and faster. I wrapped my leg around him, making him groan even louder and more intensely.

He released my lips and started kissing down my jawline to my shoulder.

I couldn't hold back anymore; my body tensed, and my muscles twitched, making my nails dig into his back. As I felt waves of ecstasy crashing over me, I screamed.

"That's it, baby." His voice came out strained: "Let go, Stella.”

I did as I was told as we continued to grind against each other. As I heard a familiar groan escape from his throat, I felt myself being pushed further to the limit of pleasure as I came once more, making me squirm with ecstasy as I released my climax. Kenzo followed soon after.

After we finished, he pulled me close to his chest as he hugged me tight. His breathing is still erratic, and my body is tingling with sensations from all the s****l stimulation.

He kissed the top of my head, rubbing small circles over my back.

We laid back on the bed, still cuddling with each other.

A tear escaped my eyes, but before it fell, I wiped it off as I snuggled closer to him. His warmth and smell calmed me down.

"I love you." I barely whispered.

I felt his body tense.

"Hm," he paused, still tucking me in a hug, hindering me from seeing his face. But from the sound of his voice, something was bound to break me again.

"What is it?" I nervously asked; my heart was beating in my head.

"What if the only thing I want from you is s*x?"

I froze.

His words were like a bucket of ice water pouring down on my head. How could he say such a thing?

Why didn't he tell me this sooner?

They cut like knives, and for some reason, they stung like a slap on the face. The reality of it all sank deep inside me.

Just s*x?

I moved away from him and absent-mindedly walked to the bathroom.

"Stella?" Kenzo called out behind me. "Stella?"

As I opened the door to the bathroom, a full-length mirror stood in front of me. I stared at the mirror. I looked so broken. The sight hurt me so much that I had to avert my gaze from the sight of myself.

I closed the door, and as usual, I drowned myself in tears again. But I am not in pain anymore; surprisingly, I am mad. I am smiling in tears, and I am mad.

How dare he?

I finished cleaning myself and went out to find him sitting on a table beside the bed. I sat across from him, and he held my hand while he burrowed his face into the other arm.

"So," I paused, taking in a deep gulp. "Do you want me to let you go?" I held my breath, holding back my tears to stop my voice from cracking.

"Let's go on with whatever we have, baby," he answered weakly as he lifted his gaze back to me.

"Ok," I said, sounding hopeful.

Not knowing that it might be our last encounter.