The first week without Kai felt like an eternity for Elara. She woke up every morning in the massive penthouse bed, reaching for him out of habit only to find the space beside her empty and cold. The silence was deafening. Kai had promised to call every day, and he kept that promise religiously. His messages came in from different African countries — beautiful photos from bustling markets in Nigeria, videos of him performing to massive crowds in South Africa, and heartfelt voice notes telling her how much he missed her body, her smile, and her presence.
“I’m counting the days until I’m back inside and ontop of you,” he had said during one late-night call from Kenya. His voice was husky with desire even from thousands of miles away. “You’re mine, Elara. Don’t forget that.”
She reassured h
