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Chapter 367: Adoption?

The night passed without any more incidents. Kyle had checked on Aiysha one more time before she left, making sure she was sober enough to walk the short distance to her own apartment, making sure she understood that what happened was an accident and nothing more. She’d nodded, embarrassed but grateful, and slipped out into the hallway while the building was still quiet.

Kyle fell into bed exhausted, his mind churning through everything that had happened over the past few days. Getting shot, drugged, nearly executed, somehow turning it all around to become Marcello’s equal, the thing with Isabeau, now this mess with Aiysha. It was too much, too fast, too chaotic.

But as he lay there staring at the ceiling, a strange thought crept in.

Everything just worked out.

No matter how bad things got, no matter how close he came to disaster, somehow he always landed on his feet. Better than on his feet, actually. He kept coming out ahead. The rebate system was part of it, sure, but there was something else. Some invisible force that seemed to bend reality in his favor, that turned his mistakes into opportunities and his enemies into reluctant allies.

It was refreshing in a way. Like the universe itself was conspiring to help him succeed. Like he was the main character in some story where plot armor kept him alive no matter what stupid decisions he made.

Kyle drifted off with that thought, feeling almost invincible.

-

Morning light sliced through the curtains and hit Kyle directly in the face. He groaned, rolling over, and immediately felt the crusty reminder of last night’s accident on his sheets.

Fuck.

He sat up, looking down at the dried semen staining the fabric. The image flashed through his mind unbidden: Aiysha falling forward, his cock somehow ending up between her breasts, the friction and pressure and his body’s inevitable response before either of them could react. It had been brief, awkward, mortifying for both of them. They’d talked it through, agreed it was an accident, cleaned up as best they could.

But the evidence remained on his sheets.

Kyle stripped the bed with clinical efficiency, tossing everything into the laundry. He’d deal with it later. Right now, he had bigger priorities.

He jumped in the shower, letting the hot water wake him up properly while his mind shifted gears. England. He needed to go to England. Which meant he needed a visa, something he’d never bothered getting before because international travel had been a luxury far beyond his reach until recently.

The process wouldn’t be complicated for him anymore. Money solved most bureaucratic problems when you had enough of it. He could expedite the application, probably have everything ready within a week if he paid the right fees.

But there was another consideration. Jasmine.

The little girl who’d been dragged into this mess through no fault of her own, who deserved better than the hand life had dealt her. Kyle had been thinking about it for a while now, turning the idea over in his mind.

Adoption.

It would give her stability, security, a future that didn’t depend on her brother. But he’d need to discuss it with her brother first. The man was checked into rehab now, trying to get clean, trying to put his life back together. As her family, he’d have legal rights, a say in what happened to his sister.

Kyle was certain the conversation would go well. What brother wouldn’t want his sister to have opportunities he could never provide? A life of comfort and education and possibilities that stretched beyond what addiction and poverty would allow? It was the logical choice, the compassionate choice.

And Kyle wanted to take Jasmine on this trip too. Show her a world she’d never known was possible. Broaden her exposure, let her see that life could be bigger than the streets and struggling circumstances she’d grown up with.

Kyle dried off, dressed in casual clothes, and headed for the door. As he passed Jones and Aiysha’s apartment, he felt his stomach clench. The door stood there innocuous and normal, but behind it was a woman he’d accidentally violated boundaries with just hours ago. A woman whose marriage he was trying to save while simultaneously being the source of potential destruction.

The goosebumps on his arms had nothing to do with the hallway temperature.

Kyle shook it off and kept walking. Time to visit Jane. She’d been patient, understanding about his disappearance, but he knew she missed him. Though he’d noticed something lately: the frequency of her messages had dropped. Not drastically, but enough to be noticeable. She used to text him constantly, little updates throughout her day, random thoughts, pictures of things that made her think of him.

Now? Maybe one or two messages a day. Sometimes none at all.

He tried not to read too much into it. She had a job now, an internship that kept her busy. She was building her own life, which was exactly what he wanted for her. Independence was healthy.

But still. It nagged at him.

Kyle pulled out his phone as he reached his car, scrolling to Ella’s contact. He wanted to deliver the news about the trip in person, but she didn’t return home last night and he at least needed to check if she was okay.

[[Are you okay?]] he typed and hit send.

The message showed only a single checkmark. Not delivered.

"That’s weird," Kyle muttered, staring at the screen. Ella’s phone was never off. She was a musician, constantly connected, always checking messages from bandmates and venues and the people in her life.

He tried not to worry. Maybe her phone died. Maybe she was in a dead zone somewhere. Maybe she was just pissed at him for disappearing and had blocked his number.

That last thought stung more than he wanted to admit.

Kyle climbed into his car, started the engine, and pulled out onto the street. Jane’s place first. He’d deal with Ella later.

His phone buzzed. A message from Calista.

He glanced at it while stopped at a red light and immediately regretted it.

She’d sent a picture. Lying on what looked like a bed, wearing lingerie that barely qualified as clothing, her body arranged in a pose that was pure invitation. One hand trailing down her stomach, the other holding the phone at an angle that showed everything the lingerie didn’t quite cover.

The caption read: [[Miss me?]]

Kyle felt his body respond immediately, that familiar heat flooding through him despite having literally just dealt with the consequences of an accidental sexual situation hours ago. No matter how many times he saw Calista, no matter how often they hooked up, the lust never diminished. If anything, it only grew stronger.

He was on a fucking spree lately. Isabeau, the accident with Aiysha, and now Calista sending him pure this through his phone.

A thought occurred to him as the light turned green.

How about he paid Calista a visit instead of Jane? Just a quick detour. After all, he wasn’t travelling with her.

His hands turned the wheel before his brain fully processed the decision, rerouting toward Calista’s house.