Kenzo Book 2

Book Two: Robernero

REBECCA

A month. That’s all it has been since Kenzo showed up and took Rebecca back home with him. As you know, a lot can change in a short amount of time.

Since they have arrived back at Kenzo’s home in Prentonville, all Kenzo has done is work.

Rebecca can’t remember the last time the two of them had sex, yet she’s sat on her bed watching TV with his collar around her neck. Why? she asks herself over and over again.

He doesn’t spend any time with her, not the way he did when they first met. Could they be past the honeymoon phase now?

One big change has happened, though. Rebecca wears the collar made from black leather with gold writing on it. His collar. His name printed on it. “Kenzo’s Property.”

Her plain, white shirt covers the top half of her body from her neck down to her thighs. No shorts. She wears a black lingerie set underneath it.

She hasn’t worn a black dress since she walked back through the door. Her hair is always whipped up in a bun on top of her head.

And the garden Kenzo told her she can make her own hasn’t been touched. It sits in Arlington with all the roses that have withered and died.

Kenzo’s fragrances haven’t been thought about nor does he smell of roses anymore. Rebecca gave him a list. That list didn’t get done. Rebecca still waits.

His property in Arlington has been left standing, security around the perimeter fence of it. Not a soul enters or leaves.

Lonely. That’s how Rebecca feels. She questions herself each passing second of the day.

Am I good enough? What did I do to him to make him want to go to the casino without me last night? In fact, what about every other night? I’m left to sleep on my own in his bed, why? she asks herself again.

She has fallen into a deep pit of depression. She eats one meal a day, feels under the weather all the time, and she never leaves the room. She doesn’t want to face reality.

She just wants to sit in the room all day long. Half the time she doesn’t sleep. She can’t. Four o’clock always comes around, and she’s still sitting in the bed, wide awake and alone.

Rebecca wipes her tired eyes. She thinks it would have been for the best if Kenzo didn’t go to Arlington to collect her.

He did say that she wasn’t the submissive for him, so could he be trying to keep her at a safe distance from him, protecting her at the same time? Yes, Rebecca tells herself.

She stands up, walks to the big, open bay window, and watches the gardeners clear all the leaves from the garden following Storm Owen.

Music is playing on the TV, and Rebecca sways her hips from left to right. What she would do for a night out. Kenzo hasn’t been home much during the last two weeks.

She doesn’t understand why he wouldn’t let her go with him to Sicily the last three times. Still, she’s now at the point where she doesn’t want to be a part of his life anymore.

This is what happens when you think all day long for a full month. You start telling yourself that it may be time to pack your bags, leave, and move on.

A knock at the door grabs her attention, and Rebecca turns around, crossing her arms over her chest. The door opens slowly as Rebecca hears footsteps.

“Rebecca?” Her eyes widen as a man the same age as her enters the room. He has brown eyes, his brown hair is pushed back.

Rebecca feels butterflies take flight inside her stomach. The last time she had that feeling was when she had sex with Kenzo.

“Y-yes,” Rebecca clears her throat and turns to look out the window again. Her arms are still crossed. Awkward. She’s only in a white shirt with no bottoms covering her legs.

“Food is ready,” the man tells her, and Rebecca rolls her eyes. He wears a full black suit, black shirt, black tie, and black shoes. The same as all of Kenzo’s men.

Waving her hand in front of her face, Rebecca looks at herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror and notices how she’s sweating. The top floor always does get hot from the sun outside.

“I’m not hungry.” Kicking the door to a close behind him, the man enters the room and smiles.

“The name’s Grayson. What’s up? Come and tell me. I know that something is upsetting you.” Rebecca shakes her head, looking over at the shower, and Grayson takes a seat on the bed.

Tapping the sheet next to him, he waits patiently for Rebecca to turn around, walk over, and sit next to him.

“From the beginning,” Rebecca nods her head and stares down at her hands, playing with her fingers. She feels as if she can talk to him, which confuses her.

A friendly face doesn’t always mean that person is kind or caring. Still, Rebecca feels comfortable in his presence.

“I’m miserable, Grayson. He’s always out, and I sit here alone all day. He won’t speak to me, and he’s not the man he was when we first met. He had time for me, and now, I’m lonely, and I hate it here.

“I’m sure I’m struggling with depression. Plus, he won’t come near or spend any time with me. I asked him if I could go away with him two weeks ago, and he said no before leaving the house.

“I’ve been here on my own ever since. He does come back but for one hour each morning.”

“Have you spoken to him about it?” Rebecca nods her head, and Grayson sits with her in thought.

“He keeps telling me that he’s busy and that my life isn’t hard. It is. I’m bored, and I hate it here. I can’t be bothered getting up and going out of this room.”

Rebecca is trying hard to act strong, but her eyes blow and her tears fall. Grayson wraps his arms around her shoulders to give her some support.

Pulling her into him, he lays her head down on his chest, leaning back against the headboard of Kenzo’s bed.

“It will get better. It always does. I promise.” Grayson smiles.

“I hope so.” Rebecca pours her heart out as the door opens, and Kenzo enters the room with Harry. Rebecca snaps her head around to look up at him, and Grayson stands up, stepping back away from her.

Kenzo’s gray eyes show a coldness like no other, and his body is tense as he tightens his hands up in fists.

Grayson arranges his suit jacket, and Kenzo is in his silk black suit, black tie, black shirt, and polished shoes. Grayson knows that he fucked up.

“Touch my girl again and you’re a dead man.” Kenzo points at Grayson and nods his head once toward the door. Grayson looks back at Rebecca as he walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.

HARRY

Kenzo walks toward her slowly as she wipes her wet, sleepy eyes. Harry crosses his arms, guarding the door, hoping the two of them don’t get personal with him in the room.

He remembers when Kenzo took Rebecca into basement room one. Closing his eyes briefly, he breathes out a sigh.

KENZO

Kenzo wants to know why he has just found his man inside the room with Rebecca. His chest puffs out, his hands tighten, making his knuckles turn white.

He has been busy working, and he didn’t expect to come back to find Rebecca hugging his man. He doesn’t understand why she would do that to begin with.

REBECCA

“Why the fuck are you getting close to my man?” Kenzo narrows his eyes, and Rebecca shrugs her shoulders. Her lip trembles. Breathing in deeply, Rebecca decides to act tough. She feels far from it.

“He was comforting me, Kenzo.” Rebecca rolls her eyes, and Kenzo smirks.

“Comforting you? That’s what I’m here for.” He grinds his teeth together, and Rebecca can hear it.

“When? Oh, that’s right. Never. Where have you been for this past month, Kenzo? Nowhere near me.” Rebecca stands up and turns to face Kenzo, who looks angry. She’s shouting.

“I’m here now, aren’t I?”

“Yeah. Only because you caught Grayson hugging me. If he wasn’t doing that, then this conversation wouldn’t be happening now. You don’t give two fucks, Kenzo!”

Rebecca shakes her head, looking at the bedframe. She’s pissed off with him.