Kalon (Take Over) (5 page)

Once I’m in the kitchen, eating breakfast, I hear a knock at the front door. I stand up and walk out there. No one knocks when they come here, unless they are cops. I know I’m far from dressed appropriately to be opening the door, but right now I don’t care.

When I open the door, I don’t believe my eyes. I know who I see, but I really hope for her sake I’m seeing things.

“Are you going to invite me in?” she asks, looking at me with raised eyebrows.

“Please tell me, why the
fuck,
I would let you into my house?”

I watch as she smirks and then looks me up and down, before looking me squarely in the eyes.

“Well, for me to tell you, I think we should be sitting. Or for the love of God at least be dressed, sugar,” she says, walking past me into the house. I follow her, dumfounded by this girl’s audacity. Who the hell does she think she is? Walking in here, in her barely there short jeans and midriff top.

“You, having breakfast, sugar?” She turns around to look at me once she reaches the kitchen counter.

“No, I was actually loading my gun, so I’m prepared for when complete strangers come waltzing into my house unannounced or uninvited,” I threaten and sit down on the kitchen bench.

“Oh, scary. But I don’t think you’d shoot your own sister.”

Hold the
fucking
horses! What the
fuck
is she talking about?

“You have the wrong house, sweetheart, only child sitting right here. So please leave the same way you came in,” I reply, pointing towards the door.

She looks at me and smiles. “You remember Bella, don’t you? She told me you were a Daddy’s girl,” she says, leaning over and taking a piece of my toast.

I remember Bella, she was my father’s girlfriend when I was young. She never liked me because when my father was with me, she never had his attention. I was young, but I certainly remember her.

“So, you’re Bella’s girl? Please enlighten me as to how that makes you my sister?”

I snatch my toast from her hand.

“Mom had sex with Daddy dearest and wadda bing, wadda bang... here I am,” she says with a great big smile.

“Does Father know about you?” I ask because I don’t believe a word she’s saying.

“Yes, he knows. Well, I guess he does, because he sends me money every month.”

Okay, was not expecting that.

“How come I don’t know about you then?” My father tells me almost everything, and I don’t believe he would’ve kept this a secret from me.

“Well, that you
will
have to ask Daddy, won’t you?”

When she finishes speaking, Stefanos decides to come strutting in, in nothing, but a pair of basketball shorts and covered in sweat from his workout. Once he reaches the kitchen he looks up at me and smiles, then looks at Carmen and loses his smile. He knows something. I see it now.

“Is what she tells me true?” I ask, facing him.

He looks pained before he answers. I know straight away I have my answer, but I still want him to confirm it.

“Yes, it is, but I didn’t know who she was ‘till last night,” he says, trying to calm me down. It doesn’t, it just basically makes me angrier.

“Oh, you best be leaving, hot stuff, I think she wants to shoot you,” Carmen says laughing. Stefanos turns to her and gives her his best glare, then turns to me with a softened face and starts to walk towards me.

“If you take a step closer, I
will
punch the living
shit
out of you.”

He stops in his tracks, shakes his head and starts towards me again. Just as he reaches me, I go to turn away and punch him in the kidney. He takes a step back, knowing full well I
will
most definitely do it again.

“I like you Eliza, we are gonna be great friends,” I hear Carmen say, and watch as she picks up the rest of my toast and starts to eat it.

“
Fuck
off, Carmen, before I actually get my gun and shoot you,” I snap and walk back to my bedroom whilst trying to process all this news.

Once I’m in my room, I collapse on my bed and wonder why my father never told me. I wonder if my mother knew and didn’t tell me. Why she kept such a secret when I had all his attention. Lying here, thinking about her, I realize she does actually look a bit like my father. It’s the eyes. I have the same eyes; it was the first thing I recognized when I saw her.

I don’t even know if I want to punch Stefanos anymore. He didn’t know previously, but he could’ve at least told me last night, instead of the way I found out today on my doorstep.

I
lay there for a while contemplating my options. I’m so conflicted and I’m not sure of my feelings. How is one meant to feel after being lied to? I know it’s not Carmen’s fault, but she could’ve found a better way to tell me, because all she’s succeeded in doing is making me want to punch her. Just as I’m lying here wrapping my head around things, my door slams open and Stefanos flies onto the bed and covers me with his body. I look up into his enticing big brown eyes and get lost in them. He doesn’t say anything at first, just hovers over me with his fingers running up and down my arms relaxing me.

“Give her a go, Princess.”

I take a deep breath before word vomit spills from my mouth and I say something I’ll regret.

“What does she want?” I ask because there has to be some reason she’s here.

“Just to know you as far as I can tell. And Princess, I don’t blame her, Have you seen yourself?”

I look up at him and laugh. He pulls a face at me and starts with the tickling. I flip him over so I’m on top and straddling him. I look down and smile. I slide back and slowly lift up his shirt. He smiles at me as I lean down and trail kisses on his very toned stomach, making my way down to his v.

“Are you going to leave me down there by myself or what?”

Hearing her voice, I snap my head around and see Carmen in my doorway, making her way towards my bed. She looks down at me, jumps on the bed, sits and smiles at us. I haven’t moved from my position. I look at this woman in front of me and wonder if she has marbles in her
fucking
head.

“Carmen, what the
fuck
are you doing?” I ask, still not moving from my position on top of Stefanos.

“You can’t leave your sister down there alone. We have to bond and
shit,
girl,” she claims, as she leans back on my pillows and brings her knees up under her ass getting comfortable.

“Carmen, I’m in the middle of something, and quite frankly, I’m not in the
fucking
mood to bond and
shit
. I plan to
fuck
my man, so you need to step the
fuck
out. Now!”

Just as those last words leave my mouth, Stefanos hoists me up and I wrap my legs around him.

“You better leave Carmen, I have to service my woman,” he orders chuckling, carrying me into the bathroom away from her prying eyes.

“
Fuck
, you make me crazy for you, Princess,” he says, then slams his mouth on mine and kicks the door shut with his foot. His mouth doesn’t leave mine as he places me on the basin bench. He devours my mouth and his hands move down to my wet and exposed pussy. He flicks my clit then brings his hand down and inserts a finger, followed closely by another which causes me to tighten around them. He
fucks
me with his fingers while his mouth never leaves mine. Just before I come, he removes his fingers and his mouth from mine, steps back and looks at me with a devilish grin. He drops his pants, turns around and starts the shower. I take in his ass and I get even wetter just by staring at him. He truly is made from the gods. He has buns of steel with no hair on them, and all I can think about is grabbing hold of that sweet ass and digging in my nails. He turns around, which breaks me from my daze, while he stalks towards me butt ass naked. His ass is mighty fine, I might add.

“I’m going to
fuck
you hard, Princess. Are you ready?” He steps in-between my legs and slowly drags his hand up my thigh, bringing it to where I need him the most. He doesn’t play though, which puts a scowl on my face. He laughs and picks me up under my arms so I can stand and remove the shirt I’m wearing. Once removed, he makes his way to my nipples and takes one in his mouth and then bites down, which causes me to scream with pleasure. He turns around, takes my hand and walks me to the shower. I follow him in, then he turns me around and slams my front into the shower wall.

“Princess, the things you make me feel and wanna do, should be illegal... But
fuck
it, I’m not concerned with legalities,” he claims, then he reaches down and grabs my hips and pulls my ass up into the air, which in turn forces me to bend over.

“Hold tight,” he says, referring to the bar in the shower. Just as I grab the bar, he slams into me from behind. I scream in pure bliss as he fills me fully. He stops once he’s inside me and I hear him taking ragged breaths before he goes to move again.

“You know you’re my light in the darkness right? My
fucking
angel to my devil,” he says in a raspy voice. He then starts to move. He doesn’t go slowly and now I understand why I had to hold on. I feel like he’s
fucking
me raw, trying to strip away all those small pieces, so I give him all of my heart and soul.

His torture is almost unbearable, but at the same time, heavenly divine. He grabs my hair while his other hand is still situated on my hip. He pulls my hair so hard I’m afraid he’ll pull it out. My head instantly flings back when he gives it another pull, coming to his own release and just when he does, I come too.

“
Fuck
,” I pant as he releases his vice grip and allows me to slowly stand up.

“We did that already,” he says, leaning down and kissing my neck.

“I love you, Eliza,” he says, in a most sincere tone. I almost hear my heart crack. That’s the first time he’s said my name since we have been together and I actually quite like it.

His kisses make their way to my collarbone.

“I love you, too,” I murmur.

He freezes when he hears me say it and I feel his smile grow on my skin.

O
nce Stefanos and I finally make it out of the bathroom, I notice Carmen is no longer on my bed. I look around the bedroom thinking she’s snooping, as I’m pretty sure that’s the kind of person she is, but I don’t see her anywhere. I head to my closet and pull on some black tights and a loose shirt. Then I make my way down the stairs while Stefanos is getting dressed. Just as I hit the bottom of the stairs, I hear Carmen talking in the living room.

“Aren’t you a fine piece of ass,” I hear Carmen say. I laugh thinking she’s talking to Rock, as he was the only one left when we went upstairs.

“Baby, my ass is better than fine... it’s
fucking
delectable.”

I walk faster. Now that I hear the voice, I know who it belongs to.

Just as I round the corner, I see Carmen standing there eyeing Hunter up and down like he
will
be her next meal. And for all I know, he could very well be.

“Hunter, always a pleasure,” I say when I step into the living room.

“You have no idea,” he says, looking at me the same way Carmen is staring at him.

“You’ve got to be kidding me? Him too?
Fuck
, Eliza, you can’t have them all. You know sharing is caring,” Carmen pipes up.

This makes me look away from Hunter and back to her. She has a scowl on her face. I scowl right back and then look back over to Hunter. He looks good today, very
fucking
good. No scrap that; this man always looks good. Though today he’s in more casual clothing. Jeans and black t-shirt. His blond hair is tied back in a ponytail and he’s looking mighty fine.

“I see you followed Father’s commands,” I say, referring to his vest not being worn in our home as it attracts unwanted attention.

“You know I listen and respect that man, Kalon. He would have me neutered otherwise," he says and shakes his head.

“Do you want to be a dead man, Hunter?” I hear, coming from behind me. I turn to see Stefanos looking rather pissed off.