From the environment, I thought I had some quiet to myself until I sensed heavy footsteps approaching.
Suddenly, my heart pounds harder than ever. I spring up, inspecting each side with wide eyes, hoping to find whoever it is before they find me.
"Let's see if you can mend a broken heart," a deep commanding voice smirks from my left side.
It's KC, dressed in black as usual, with hair that could make it to Times Square billboards. But that's not the case. He's holding an actual animal's heart in his gloved hand, examining it composedly.
"Keep the heart away," I order, appearing stronger than I feel, while inside I'm nothing but a broken piece.
His eyes finally meet mine. Even in the dark, their greenness glows like some crystal.
"Sad, I thought doctors aren't afraid of little organs. Unless premed is a scam, is it, little devil?" He is amused. He slowly begins approaching me.
A lump in my throat makes my voice come out whiny.
"Please just keep it away."
He scoffs but does as I say and takes off the gloves. Progress for once.
But everything ceases to exist when he stops right before me and lowers himself until our faces are level. He increases the uneasiness when his hands cage each side of the desk, putting me in the middle.
"Don't touch me," I timidly murmur.
"What if I want to?" he boldly asks.
"Only if you're going to force me, are you?" I lace my shaky fingers to avoid giving him the satisfaction he wants.
He keeps his intense eyes on me, with a smirk on for a while. It seems like he isn't going to say anything, but then he does.
"No matter how dangerous you portray me, little devil, I don't force girls."
"I should be happy the greatest Kaiser Chandler isn't some dominating robot," I sarcastically utter.
"Robot?" His brow arches.
"You have no emotion."
His lips curve slightly, his eyes lingering on me as he says, "Ironic, you know because whenever I'm touching you and you're moaning like a satisfied baby chicken in her most ecstatic moment of hatching, I have different emotions. Like—bending you over and fucking your sweet dripping pussy, or filling that little sweet mouth of yours with my cock hitting the walls of your throat and have you swallow down my cum, or maybe—spanking your ass in a way that alone could make you orgasm, your warm naked body vibrating over my knees from bliss."
"You're so disrespectful." I spat, hating my body for reacting to and desiring all those things he listed, so with all my might, I pushed him back, successfully freeing myself from his coop. He lets out a haughty laugh and leans against the desk behind him.
"Am I? You let me kiss you. You didn't stop me. Why?"
"What do you want, KC?" I breathe several times before asking.
"Why were you with Malik? What did you two do?" He bluntly asked.
Excuse me?
I scoff. "And why does my business concern you? As far as I'm aware, every legal citizen has their freedom."
"In case you haven't comprehended, your business is my business now." He sternly volleys. 
"Oh, I should be happy KC wants some amends." I sarcastically counter.
"That's where you get it wrong, little devil. I don't want amends. I want you on your knees begging for forgiveness." His voice is everything but humorous; it evokes distress in me.
"I did nothing to you. I have nothing to apologize for. You should be the one asking for it. You've done nothing but treat me poorly. I understand it's your house I stay in. I wouldn't be here if I knew before I stepped in." My voice wobbles at the last words. 
"And there it is, the great liar of the year. Or is it the most deceitful?" He taunts, impassively. 
"Stop oppressing and antagonizing me. I'm not some theme. I'm human. I have feelings. I've done nothing to you but you've only gaslighted me, humiliated me, and hurt me," I can't help the tears that come flowing.
"And what are these feelings? For instance? Because the last time I remember, you had none when you disappeared." He accused, still stolid and indifferent. 
"Why are you doing this?"
"You started it," he averts his eyes to the floor.
"I started what?" I plead. If that's what it takes to know the reason for this intense hatred and torment, I will plead. "Please just tell me. You can hate me all you want, but just tell me what I did that brought out this new person after all those years. Just let me know my flaw."
"What does Caden have against you?" He changes the subject instantly, bringing his eyes back and they're dark and occupied with curiosity.
"I do not wish to talk about it. You have to tell me what you have against me first," I stubbornly remark and he slightly nodded to himself in acknowledgment of my defiance. 
"I can't." He swallows, his eyes observing everywhere but my eyes.
"Does hurting me give you satisfaction? Does breaking me make you feel like a man?" I exasperatedly exclaim, wanting to hurt him back even if a tad portion of the hell he's been to me.
Instead, he asks again, "Why is Caden after you?" and says nothing more regarding what I had asked. 
My head involuntarily shakes. I am not doing this with him. 
"Then I shall not tell you anything else concerning my life either." I exhale a heavy breath and jut out my chin.
In the stillness of the room, we hold each other's gaze for an unnecessary amount of time. I even thought I felt repose for a moment before he asserted, "You can't go back in time, Daisy Esteban, the damage is done, now you prepare for the consequences coming for you."
It's the only reply he utters before turning away, leaving me with two broken hearts to fix back in their cages. What makes him any better than Caden? These two are just out to get me, who will win depends on time, we will see.