Kyle comforted Aiysha the best way he knew how, keeping everything light, keeping his distance, making sure no boundaries got crossed. Truth be told, he could have anyone he wanted at this point. He’d proven that over and over. Hell, just a few hours ago he’d had Isabeau Delacroix on her knees in front of him, her elegant composure completely shattered as she worked him over with her mouth.
But there was sothing about this mont that made him deeply uncomfortable in a way those other encounters never had.
Kyle couldn’t quite understand it. Why was he Aiysha’s designated therapist? When had he beco the person she ca to for emotional support? He wasn’t qualified for this. Wasn’t built for handling soone else’s marriage problems while sitting shirtless in his apartnt with a woman who’d just kissed him.
The old saying ran through his head: "A shoulder to cry on is a cock to ride on." And that had nearly happened. Would have happened if Kyle hadn’t stopped it.
But the thing was, if Aiysha had shown up at any other man’s apartnt in that state, dressed like that, vulnerable like that, her panties would absolutely be at the other end of the room by now. Most guys would’ve taken advantage without a second thought. Seen the tears and the alcohol and the low-cut top and decided she was fair ga.
Maybe it was good that she’d co to him instead. That way he could act as a safeguard, make sure nothing happened that she’d regret, keep the marriage intact for as long as he could manage it. Jones was his friend. A good man. They deserved a chance to work through their problems without Kyle becoming another complication.
Kyle focused on the ice cream with almost manic energy, pulling out ingredients that made absolutely no sense together. Chocolate ice cream, crushed pretzels, a drizzle of olive oil, sea salt, a tiny bit of cayenne pepper, honey, and so crushed cookies he’d found in the back of the cabinet.
It looked absolutely disgusting. Like sothing a drunk college student would create at three in the morning as a dare.
Aiysha watched him from the couch, skepticism written all over her tear-stained face. "Kyle, what are you doing? That looks terrible."
"Trust the process," Kyle said, sprinkling the final touches on top. He brought over two bowls, handing her one and keeping the other for himself. "The Kyle Special. Patent pending."
Aiysha stared down at the concoction like he’d just handed her a bowl of dirt. "I don’t know about this."
"Just try it. One bite. If you hate it, I’ll make you sothing normal."
She hesitated, then scooped up a small spoonful, eyeing it warily before finally putting it in her mouth.
The change was imdiate. Her eyes went wide. Her skeptical expression lted into sothing close to shock.
"Oh my God," she said around the mouthful.
Then she swallowed it quickly, imdiately going for another bite. And another. She was practically gulping it down, all hesitation gone, devouring the ice cream like she hadn’t eaten in days.
Kyle watched in amazent, a smile spreading across his face. He’d perfected this recipe through trial and error over the years, but watching soone else discover it never got old.
"This is amazing!" Aiysha couldn’t hide her enthusiasm, her earlier distress montarily forgotten in the face of unexpected deliciousness. "How is this so good? It looks like it should be disgusting!"
"Secret’s in the contrast," Kyle explained, taking a more asured bite of his own. "Sweet and salty, smooth and crunchy, hot and cold. Your taste buds don’t know what to do so they just say yes to everything."
Aiysha laughed, a real genuine laugh that lit up her whole face. It was the first ti she’d looked happy since arriving.
Kyle noticed she’d gained a little weight since the last ti he’d really looked at her. Not much, just a softness around her middle and face that hadn’t been there before. She must not have been going to the gym as much, or maybe she’d been stress-eating to deal with the marriage problems. Either way, it didn’t matter. She was still attractive, still clearly taking care of herself despite everything.
"See? I told you," Kyle said, finishing his own bowl.
Aiysha set down her empty bowl and looked at him, her expression turning serious again. "Thank you, Kyle. For everything you’ve done for us. For and Jones. For not... for stopping earlier. For just being a good person when I needed soone to be good."
Kyle quickly waved it off, uncomfortable with the gratitude. "Don’t thank . Honestly, my life would’ve been in the shitter if not for Jones. If he’d thrown out when I first moved here, if he’d decided I was too much trouble or too weird..." Kyle shook his head. "I’m certain things wouldn’t have worked out."
He ant it. Back then, broke and desperate and seeing no way forward, he’d been in a dark place. Jones offering him cheap rent and basic human decency had been the lifeline that kept him going just long enough for everything to change.
"And if that had happened," Kyle continued, his voice quieter, "I never would’ve activated the rebate system. Never would’ve t Jane or any of the others. Never would’ve built any of this." Kyle thought to himself.
The butterfly effect was a crazy thing when you really thought about it. One small act of kindness from Jones had set off a chain reaction that led to everything Kyle had now. The wealth, the won, the power, the danger, all of it traced back to a random neighbor deciding to cut him a break on rent.
The rest of the afternoon passed quietly. They talked so more, carefully avoiding anything too heavy. Kyle put on a movie neither of them really watched. Aiysha’s emotional exhaustion combined with the alcohol in her system eventually caught up with her.
She passed out on his couch around 6 PM, curled up on her side, breathing deep and even.
Kyle grabbed a blanket from the bedroom and draped it over her carefully, making sure she was covered and comfortable. He stood there for a mont, looking down at her sleeping face, still showing traces of the tears and stress.
He thought about Jane, about Cassandra, about Ella. About all the won in his life and the complicated web of relationships he’d built.
He could never make any of them feel the way Aiysha clearly felt right now. That lost, that abandoned, that desperate for connection that they’d throw themselves at the first person who showed them kindness.
Whatever else happened with his unconventional arrangent, whatever judgnt people might have about his harem or his choices, he’d make damn sure the won he cared about never felt this kind of pain. Never felt so alone that they’d show up at soone’s door dressed for attention, drunk and crying and willing to compromise themselves just to feel wanted.
That was a promise he could keep.
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