14. Blyss Monroe
Blyss Monroe
R isking my life by grabbing a pit bull and chasing off a group of women who looked like they could beat me down just by breathing?
Beyond foolish . However, I couldn’t let Kase get hurt.
Watching him fumble through that chaos, unable to slick-talk his way out for once, was funny as hell.
The smooth-talker was trapped, by a dog, his pride, and a little powdered magic.
I dropped my head, cracking up just thinking about it.
That Mirror Me potion was really working.
Since this was the last day, I had to make it count.
I invited Kase over for some actual alone time.
There was a knock at the door just as I took the pill I’d gotten from Old Man Nelson.
It was supposed to make me feel sexy and would last for two hours, just enough time to make a memory or a mistake.
After chasing it with some water, I sipped it down and swallowed.
It tingled on the way down, like some sort of mint and mischief.
I swung the door open, still low-key coughing, and there he was.
Kase stormed in, lookin’ like life had just clotheslined him in the parking lot.
“Kase, what happened to you?” I blinked at the dark stain on his pants and the wild in his eyes.
He looked like he’d just escaped a sitcom disaster.
“Man,” he groaned. “I spilled my drink all over myself.”
“Oh, you did?” I folded my arms, a smirk creeping in.
“Yeah, I went to reach for it, and it slipped like it had beef with me. That’s not even the worst part. I tried to mac with this chick right after, and she called me corny. Me , Blyss. Kase. ”
I tried not to laugh. I swear I did. But a snort escaped before I could stop it.
“Damn. You out here livin’ your villain origin story.”
He looked wounded, like I just punted his ego.
“I ain’t never been called corny in my life.”
“Well,” I said, leaning on the doorframe, “Maybe she saw through the act. Maybe the smooth talk don’t hit the same when the universe is tryna humble you.”
He stared at me like I just hit him with a spiritual awakening.
I shrugged. “Sometimes being ‘corny’ just means you’re human. Vulnerable. Relatable. Real .”
“I don’t like that,” he muttered.
“Good,” I said, walking past him to grab a towel. “Growth starts where your ego ends.”
“You supposed to be helping me,” he sighed. “This ‘cause I told you I tried to talk to a girl?”
I gave him a look. “Come on, Kase. You got a whole starting lineup in your phone. Not adding another one and being called corny, ain’t the end of the world.”
He huffed like I kicked his sneakers. But I didn’t stop. “If you’d stop being foolish, you’d realize the girl who wanted you all along… was me.”
“I like you. I told you that,” he said, dragging a hand down his face. “I’m just… a dog.”
“Yup,” I replied flatly. “And I’m not wasting my time on a man with fleas.”
He winced, but pushed through. “No, seriously. I wasn’t tryin’ to talk to that girl ‘cause I wanted her. I just, I needed to see if something was off with me. And I think… it is. I don’t know what’s wrong.
I’m not used to people lookin’ at me and saying stuff that cuts. Like, smart shit that hits your ribs.”
I went quiet. Not because I didn’t have anything to say. I had plenty.
However, I wanted his words to sit in the air first. Because the truth was,
I’d been living in that space he was describing for years .
People looked at me funny. Called me names. Treated me like I was a background character in their main story. I didn’t want to be awkward or different. I just was . Now he finally knew how that felt.
After shaking his feelings, we went to chill.
Kase was scrolling his phone, and I was pretending not to care that he was here looking like a walking thirst trap in joggers.
Then it hit. The potion I’d taken earlier?
Yeah, it finally kicked in. I didn’t know if it was the way the TV flashed, the bassline humming low in the background, or just the way his mouth curved when he chewed, but suddenly, I felt hot.
I stood up slow, letting the moment breathe.
My body felt electric, like it knew something I didn’t.
Kase glanced up, his brows pulling together.
“You good?”
I didn’t answer. I just started swaying, hips rolling like I had a playlist in my bloodstream.
His eyes widened.
“Why you dancin’ like a... like a seductive Final Fantasy boss?”
I turned toward him, letting my hands glide down my thighs, voice low. “That’s a bad thing?”
He shook his head too fast. “No. No-no. It’s just—damn. I think my blood pressure spiked. You—you always had that arch? Like, naturally? That’s not even... okay. Okay.”
I laughed, walking toward him slow.
He sat up, clearly panicking and horny at the same time. “Blyss, wait—uh—I didn’t bring, like, the proper... equipment. And I don’t know if you, uh... I mean, not that I wouldn’t want to?—”
“Kase.”
I straddled him, knees on either side of his thighs.
The room felt hazy, charged, like the air was holding its breath.
My body was on fire, and it wasn’t just the heat between my thighs; it was confidence.
That slow, simmering certainty the potion promised.
My nerves weren’t gone, but they weren’t in control anymore.
I was. Kase sat stiff on the couch, blinking up at me like I was a goddess he accidentally summoned from a Dungeons & Dragons campaign.
“Touch me,” I whispered. “It’s okay.”
He groaned under his breath like the word alone broke something in him. His touch was cautious but eager, thumbs sliding along my bare skin like he was mapping constellations. His hoodie hit the floor. I unclasped my bra and let it fall. Kase looked like he’d seen the face of God.
“Whoa. Okay. That’s... wow. Those are beautiful. Like mathematically balanced. The symmetry? Top tier.”
I grinned, guiding his mouth to my chest. His lips were warm, careful, reverent. He kissed like he didn’t deserve it but was trying to prove he did. By the time my leggings were gone, I was soaked. He was still muttering between kisses, chest heaving.
“Blyss, I swear I don’t usually fumble like this. You got me glitchin’.”
I kissed him again, deeper this time, tugging his joggers down and feeling the hard proof of just how turned on he was.
When he finally pressed against me, I paused, just for a breath.
Just to feel the stretch. Once he took out his dick, my mouth watered.
I grabbed his hand and led him to my bedroom.
“You sure you want to do this?”
“Damn right. You won’t forget it. Eat me. Please.”
The potion had me so confident. Even though it was my first time, I was ready for some action.
I laid back on the bed and looked at my pussy.
He wiped the sweat off his head before getting to his knees.
He licked me so good my back was arching.
Once he ate my pussy, I dropped to my knees to please him.
I took that big-ass dick in my mouth, taking all of him.
Every time I sucked, his eyes rolled back.
I might’ve been a virgin, but I watched porn, so I knew what men wanted. So, I kept sucking.
“Ughhh, shit,” he whispered. “I don’t know what I did in a past life to earn this, but if I have to code for the rest of my life to keep this going, I will.”
After taking him out of my mouth, we both got on the bed. We were kissing, and I had him play between my legs. Once he got on top, he realized he didn’t have any protection.
“Shit… wait, wait,” he breathed out, blinking. “Remember I ain’t got a condom. And if you get pregnant, we gon’ end up with a kid who knows Pi to the 8th digit.”
I kissed his neck. “I don’t care. I want you. Like this.”
Kase climbed on top and stretched my pussy to the max.
He was so big that tears rolled down my face cheeks.
He softly kissed them away before rolling his hips.
He didn’t move too fast. Didn’t try to flip me around or take control.
He followed my lead, adjusting to my breath, my pace, like he was tuned in to my soul.
I clenched around him and he groaned, deep and low, like I’d just shut down his entire system.
“You feel like science and magic at the same time,” he choked out. “Like… like a supernova in human form.”
I moaned, grounding myself in the rhythm, the friction, the way our skin slid and caught and burned in the best ways.
Pleasure was building sharp and slow, like pressure behind glass.
When it cracked, it wasn’t a scream, it was a gasp.
My whole body shuddered, orgasm blooming like it had been waiting for this moment my entire life.
We stayed like that, tangled and breathless, skin hot and sticky, his arms still wrapped tight around me like I’d float away.
“I don’t want you to move,” I mumbled.
“I won’t.”
The next morning, I woke up with my back aching, and my heart caught somewhere between what the hell just happened, and I could maybe get used to this.
The sheets smelled like him, cologne, cocoa butter, and a little danger.
Honestly, I was nervous. Not because of what we did, but because I knew the potion had worn off.
This was Kase, unfiltered. No magic. No Mirror Me.
Just him. And if he blew me off, it would hurt.
That thought alone had my stomach in knots.
I took a deep breath and stretched lazily , flashes from last night hitting me like soft punches, his hands on my waist, the way he kissed my neck, the way he said my name like he actually meant it.
I reached over to the nightstand for my glasses, heart pounding but before I could even slip them on, I smelled pancakes.
I got up, padded to the doorway, and there he was, standing shirtless in the kitchen, looking entirely too comfortable flipping something that looked slightly burnt.
Kase glanced back, saw me, and grinned like he was proud of his tragic little breakfast setup.
“Look who finally woke up,” he said, stacking a few pancakes on a plate like he hadn’t just set the fire alarm off last month trying to boil eggs.
I tried to keep a straight face, but the sight of him, fine, relaxed, cooking for me, messed with my system. “You made pancakes?”
“Don’t sound so shocked,” he said, walking over with the plate like he ain’t burn the edges. “They just pancakes.”
I sat down on the couch and took the tray from him, noticing the way his eyes didn’t leave mine.
He sat beside me, close enough for his thigh to press into mine.
That same charged silence settled again, like we both felt it.
Something shifting between us. Something we couldn’t joke our way out of this time.
“Kase,” I said, voice barely above a whisper. “You know I was a virgin…”
He nodded, quietly.
“I just don’t want you feeling like you owe me anything because of that.”
He looked at me hard, then spoke. “I don’t. But I do owe you the truth. I ain’t been myself lately. I’ve been wildin’, and you ain’t deserve none of that. Everybody been treatin’ me different, but you? You stayed solid from day one. So what I’m sayin’ is… I want you to be my lady.”
My heart did that dumb little stutter thing. He wasn’t being slick. Wasn’t hiding behind jokes or lines. He was just, honest. And for a man like Kase, that was rare as hell.
It took me a minute to appreciate everything he was.
At first, I thought he was just this cocky, fast-talking club owner who loved his reflection more than anything else.
But then I saw the good person who he was but just misunderstood.
The way he held back when he could’ve said something cruel.
The way he looked at me was like I was worth more than just a good time.
And now, here he was, burning pancakes and offering me a title to be his lady.