Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance


Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance


when twenty-two-year-old kala brennan moves to new york, new york, she expects a simple but busy lifestyle. but in spite of her new job as a personal assistant and recent new friends, she finds that one man in particular is all but too familiar, stands out among the rest--jonathan keyes. soon she realises that jonathan isn't just any man but a qualified black belt at new york's tang soo do karate academy and the ceo of the ever lavish--calvin klein fashion company. a company she just so happens to be working for. secrets will unfold and kala will discover the kind but strange nature behind jonathan's behaviour. she will learn about the existence of another alien race. one that can eradicate the entire human population from the face of the earth. and because of this, jonathan knows how dangerous it is for kala to get too close even if that closeness is what he has longingly desired for centuries. genre: paranormal, urban, romance all rights reserved.


when twenty-two-year-old kala brennan moves to new york, new york, she expects a simple but busy lifestyle. but in spite of her new job as a personal assistant and recent new friends, she finds that one man in particular is all but too familiar, stands out among the rest--jonathan keyes.

soon she realises that jonathan isn't just any man but a qualified black belt at new york's tang soo do karate academy and the ceo of the ever lavish--calvin klein fashion company. a company she just so happens to be working for.

secrets will unfold and kala will discover the kind but strange nature behind jonathan's behaviour. she will learn about the existence of another alien race. one that can eradicate the entire human population from the face of the earth. and because of this, jonathan knows how dangerous it is for kala to get too close even if that closeness is what he has longingly desired for centuries.

paranormal, urban, romance
all rights reserved.

Chapter1 (v.1) - 1. Calvin Klein

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: February 17, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: February 17, 2017



“Aw man,” I whined, as I attempted to brush the gutter water from my coat. In the busy city of New York, ninety percent of these eight million people worked hard to put food on the table, pay rent and spend money freely on extravagant gifts or clothing, explaining why I stood at the edge of a sidewalk waiting for the taxi to roll in. It didn’t take long for it to pull up beside the sidewalk after I flagged it down. Only then did it regrettably decide to splash water on me.

The morning shower filled the wet, cold air of winter, as I snuggled deeper into my black coat. Hopping into the heated taxi didn’t aid my trembling frame as my limbs violently shook, desperate for self-sustaining heat. Giving the address “205 W. 39th St” to the cab driver, we were soon on our way. It didn’t take long until I arrived at Calvin Klein’s Corporate Office. I smiled to myself at the luxurious tall glass building.

Paying my fair, the taxi fled down the road and disappeared.

It was my first day, and my heart pounded loudly in my chest. I couldn’t begin to comprehend what it was that made me so nervous; was it the idea of working for a major label fresh out of college or was it the thought that this was my third job? Still, I felt like a child on her first day of school, and I was terrified.

Sucking up my undeniable fear, I glided through the glass revolving doors and to the reception desk. The first thing I noticed was a smooth yet sharp brunette woman fastened behind a long white desk. Her hair was slicked back and pinned on the top of her head, emphasising her high cheekbones. Her light brown eyes rested on me, and I cleared my voice as she asked: “What can I do you for . . . ?”

“Kala Brennan.” I quipped.

“Kala Brennan,” she repeated, with a sharply raised brow.

“I work here now just wanted to introduce myself,” I confessed feeling my lips pull themselves into a smile. The woman remained unmoved and appeared almost bored at my attempt at conversation. “Hi,” I said at last.

“Hi,” she greeted.

There was a moment of awkward silence, and from behind me, a tall, lean man appeared. I was fascinated by his sharp symmetrical features and noticed the woman behind the desk, was quick to flutter her lengthy lashes at him. I was shuffled out of the way with a solid wink from the stranger. Stunned by his audacity, I stepped back with my mouth full before I turned my heel and stormed to the elevators.

As I stumbled into the already crowded elevator, I squeezed in between two larger males. At five foot six, I was a little on the small side, but that didn’t stop me from pursuing my great dreams. Something I was often reminded should be larger than me.

Once the elevator reached my floor. I stumbled out of the elevator in my silhouettes and searched for Michael as I passed the many cubicles. It took a couple of minutes of searching, and I was beginning to believe Mike was nowhere to be found, until, I heard my name ring from behind me, “Kala.” Michael greeted.

“Michael Johnson,” I said as I held out my hand.

He took it, and we shook hands.

“You’re here.” he said, with enthusiasm.

I was confused by this, “Why wouldn’t I be here?”

“I thought we scared you away last week,” he said. I recalled that Friday afternoon as if it was yesterday and yet I couldn’t fathom why he would have thought he’d scared me away. I thought everything went according to plan.

“I’m fine, don’t worry about it.” I eased.

He guided me past the cubicles as we made our way, towards an office at the far end of the corridor. “You’ll first have to be introduced to everyone around before you can begin. I mean, all the people you’ll be needing to speak to. After all, you’re our CEO’s new personal assistant. Can’t have you wandering around barking orders without anyone to bark to.” Michael declared with a smile as he led me into an office.

“Hey Paige,” Michael called from the doorway of the large opulent room. The room was full, open and spacious and because of that, I could clearly see the glossy buildings opposite our building through the vast opening ceiling to floor glass window.

A woman with blond curly hair glanced up from behind her glass desk, “I would like to introduce Kala, Kala Brennan.” The woman smiled and moseyed over to us.

I noticed she was slightly around my height with azure blue eyes and a curvy figure, barely hidden by the longline tux jacket and clean tuxedo pants she had on. I noticed she held out her hand and smiled, “Nice to meet you, I’m Paige, Paige Miller.”

“Nice to meet you.” I greeted.

“Anything you need to get done around this office, I’m your go-to-gal.” she said, “I’m a designer along with Michael here so if you require any help in our department let us know and we’ll see what we can do.”

I nodded, “Thanks, that would be awesome.” I say. “It must have taken you guys years to study design,” I state, unsure if whether they would study at college or not. Though, I knew that you’d need your math for this type of profession.

“It does take some time depending on how you go about it,” Paige stated. “And—” Paige’s eyes went wide, and I wondered what had caused such a reaction, glancing over my shoulder I saw a man with brown spiky chestnut hair and eyes. I realised then and there he was the man who had rudely pushed me aside earlier.

What a jerk. I thought.

With his arms crossed he casually leant against the doorframe and said, “Paige, how’s the new line coming along?”

“It’s coming along quite well. All the designs are ready for you to look over.”

“Good,” he said, “I’ll look over them later.”

“Okay.” His eyes rested on me, and I couldn’t help but regard him in confusion. What is he staring at? I thought as I frowned. This man is a stranger yet there’s something awfully familiar about him. As I regarded those chocolate coloured eyes I couldn’t help but stare a little longer than expected; it was like I was drawn in by those memorable warm pools.

“Kala?” Michael questioned from beside me.

I pulled my attention from the man and to Michael. “I’m sorry,” I apologised. It wasn’t my intention to make him uncomfortable. “It’s just; you look so familiar,” I confessed.

“You might have seen me on television, or something.” he casually stated, as he pulled himself from the doorframe and walked over to me and held out his hand.

“I’m Jonathan, but you can call me Jon.” he said.

There was something about that man I couldn’t quite identify, and I was certain I didn’t see him on television. When he vanished, Michael led me around the office and introduced me to some more people before showing me to my desk. “Here you are,” he said, “If you have any problems don’t be afraid to ask.” And like that he vanished from my sight leaving me with a pile of paperwork. I sighed at sight before undergoing my tasks with a little help of Ivy who was a woman that was an admin here at the office.

“No need to stress hun,” she said, her brown hair fell the small of her back as she showed me the different processes and the various ways of dealing with the countless paperwork. Once I was confident about the process, I moved quicker and was able to get the paperwork sorted, piled and ready to be archived.

Jon had given me a couple of errands to run on top of my already towering mounds of paperwork other than that, my first day flung by rather quickly and it wasn’t until later that evening, that I found out where I had known Jon from.

He pulled on a white karate jacket and like that my memories stirred. Fastening the black belt around his waist, I realised who he was—he was our substitute instructor.

He noticed my presence, from where I stood staring at him few feet to the right of him, in the unisex change/locker room. He was silent for a while as our eyes met. “Kala?” he eventually asked.

“You!” I pointed, shocked as he looked a little different, “But how? Why?”

“What do you mean by ‘how’ and ‘why’?” he questioned, surprised. “I’m an instructor, ‘how’ from years of training and ‘why’ because I’m qualified to.” He turned from me a little annoyed and exited the locker room. Trailing after him, already dressed in my pristine white uniform, I was determined to get to know him a bit more.

This dojang studied the art of Tang Soo Do—an ancient Korean martial art which means that most of our fighting is done without a weapon—most—not all. Explaining why everyone in the room was preparing to get ready for tonight’s session. “Yeah but you haven’t been here for a while.” I realised, as I noticed him every now and again over the course of the years but not so much because sometimes he helped out in our classes. However, most of the time I was dead from the intense physical training, so I didn’t pay as much attention.

“Just because I’ve been a bit busy doesn’t mean I’m no longer an instructor or would you prefer to take it up with Master Kimberly.” he threatened, as he peeked at me from over his broad shoulder.

“What? Why would I do such a thing? I was merely pointing out a fact.” I said crossing my arms, offended he’d say such things. He turned from me and headed onto the floor. Now seeing him in his uniform was a different side to him, aside I was going to attempt to get used to. “Why does he have to be like that?” I grumbled under my breath.

“What’s up Kala?” Anthony from beside me asked. His bright smile contrasted nicely against his milky chocolate skin and handsome features. Many women often ogled him at the Academy, something which I cheered him on for.

“Did you know that Mr Keyes was the CEO of Calvin Klein?” I asked, never taking my eyes off of Jon. Anthony’s brown eyes widened in shock and wonder as his eyes rested on Mr Keyes at the front of the room.

“I had no idea,” he whispered. I had no idea why he whispered, but it was a little funny explaining why a small giggle escaped my lips. Soon class started, and I found my session in class both painful and humiliating as I had my butt kicked numerous times in our sparring session. “You’ll get them.” Anthony encouraged a couple of times throughout the session.

“I hope so. Just when will that day come?” I asked. Half an hour later, class was over, and I watched blankly as Jon sauntered past me. I wondered what made him want to take up martial arts in the first place. Then I realised, everyone’s story was different, so instead, I turned back to my locker and dressed in my gym clothes and headed outside. The evening air was cold to the touch as it graced my skin.

“Kala,” my name was sung. Glancing at the source of the sound, I saw Anthony move over to me, his long strides quickly covered the distance between us, and within an instant, he was by my side.

“Hey,” I greeted.

“You heading out?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“I’ll give you a lift.” he said.

“You sure?” Giving me a serious look. I realised, then and there, he was serious.


The next day was a little different, as Jon acted, talked and carried himself a little differently and I wondered what that was all about as I stood beside his desk waiting for him to finish with the new designs from Michael. It was only the two of us right now, and I didn’t know what to talk about. “Are the models okay?” I eventually asked.

Jon didn’t answer straight away instead his eyes were trained on the sketches. There was something different about him today—it was something I couldn’t completely be surprised about as I didn’t know him that well after all it wasn’t until I noticed he was tapping the table with the end of his ball-point pen. “Is everything okay?” I asked, trying to keep the peace and what little dignity I had left. I mean it was humiliating enough to know that your boss would eventually see you in your sports bra. Something which still bothered me even though, I was often reminded that sports bras were designed for exposure.

“Everything’s okay I’m just trying to come to the right decision,” he said, at last. Geez, he could at least keep the conversation a little tighter. I thought as I tried not to get too annoyed with his inconsistent silence. Then again, I wondered if me being here was breaking his concentration. I hoped at the same time it didn’t, the last thing I wanted was to get fired on my second day.

I heard the clock tick at the far end of the room—haunting the silence that continued to stretch around us. What’s going on? I thought, does he need me or doesn’t he need me? I could be doing something else right about now. I regarded this man with a little hostility and sighed, hoping that today would swing by as quickly as it did yesterday.

“Michael proposes a fashion show for our new line.” he said.

“And is that a bad thing?” I asked.

“No, it’s not it’s just—the place he wants it is a little bit expensive.”

“Where does he want it to be? Paris? Montreal? Sydney?” I asked. Jon shook his head, declining all the places I knew of as expensive. “What’s more expensive than Paris?”

“Tokyo.” he declared, and I fell silent. Tokyo was known to be expensive but how expensive I was unsure. Considering that Jon was a little concerned does make me wonder:

“You could always decline,” I said.

“I know.” He stood and moved from his desk. “Why don’t you go on your lunch break,” he said, even though that sentence was worded as a question—it sounded more like a statement. Like he was trying to get rid of me.

“But, I’m not hungry,” I confessed, and I wasn’t, I didn’t think I could stomach food right about now.

“I’m sure when you see the food, you’ll become hungry,” he said and exited the room. I was left standing in the office staring after the strange behaviour of that man. Then again, it wasn’t like I knew him that well. His behaviour could be normal for all I know.

I sighed and exited the office.

Sauntering down the to the small cafe at the corner of 43rd and Broadway I was on my way to Hard Rock Cafe. I had never been here before and wondered what it was like. It had a rock ‘n’ roll themed chain to it, so when I walked in, I was quick to pick up the high-energy vibe that served burgers & American classics. Smelling the burgers in the air, my mouth began to water. It didn’t take long before I sat down to my ordered meal did I hear a familiar voice, “Kala?” Glancing up, I noticed Anthony approach.

“Anthony?” I questioned, surprised I’d run into him of all of the eight million people in the city. “What brings you here?” I asked as I regarded a beautiful woman standing not too far behind him.

“I’m taking my sister out for her birthday today. We decided to take a break and eat,” he informed and I noticed the similar features he and his sister shared. She smiled brightly at me and held out her hand.

“Melody.” she kindly introduced.

“Kala.” I began and returned her shake.

“You don’t mind if we...” I shook my head.

“Not at all, please sit,” I said as I made room for them. Anthony was quick to notice the paperwork I had scattered across the table something which aided my time in waiting for my food.

Anthony and his sister took a seat at our table, and I was surprised at how similar they were. They both enjoyed Karate, but Melody has stopped for a few years now as her work needed her to extend her hours. We enjoyed our lunch and not before long it’s time to return to work. I regarded the sight of the blocks and began to walk. As I did, I noticed something rather peculiar about a man leaning against a wall beside the pavement. Crossing the road, I stepped on the other side of the road and noticed that, that man pulled himself from the wall and walked along the other side of the street, his eyes never leaving me.

I felt the panic rise, and I realised it was broad daylight, he wouldn’t try anything. Would he? I thought as I stared at the stranger only to understand that stranger wasn’t at all a stranger but him. Feeling a hand upon my shoulder and I was quick to chuck out a self-defense move. My attacker fell to the ground, and I realised immediately who it was as his arms are flared out in a break-fall. “Jon.” I gasped in surprise. “I’m so sorry.” Instantly, I began helping him to his feet and dusting him off. “I didn’t know it was you,” I mumbled. “I thought you were an attacker and I...” I trailed off as Jon held up his hand.

“Well done.” he evenly said. I was in too much shock to think clearly and to take that compliment so instead; my eyes scanned the opposite side of the street for that man. A man I had realised vanished, without a trace.

“Is everything okay?” I heard Jon ask.

I shook my head, “I don’t know. There was a man; I think he was following me.” Jon glanced over at the opposite side of the street and placed a hand on the small of my back.

“Time for us to head back.” I nodded and allowed him to lead the way. By the time we returned to the office, Jon led me to his office and closed the door. “Are you okay?” he eventually asked.

“I’m fine.” I lied. It wasn’t used to lying, but at the same time, I knew I couldn’t worry him. He was someone who had everything he could want and yet he was strangely concerned about me. I had no idea what was going on, but I wondered when did he begin to care?

“No you’re not,” he said as he glanced down at my hand, “You’re shaking.”

I glimpsed my shaking hand and noticed my trembling frame. With as much will as possible, I attempted to ease my shuddering with no such luck. Jon moved over to me and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, “You’re shaking way too much,” he identified before saying, “You can have a day off, only if you tell me who that man was.”

I was stunned, “What?” I asked, unsure what he meant.

“Tell me who that man was,” he repeated.

“That man . . .” I trailed off as I tried to retrieve today’s recent memories. I never realised it was someone I had known in the past, not until now. “That man . . .” I whispered horrible memories flooded my vision, and I was left forcing a smile. “Was a complete stranger, nothing more.” I lied. Jon studied me for a bit before nodding.

“Okay, if you say so,” he said, but I had the strangest feeling he didn’t believe me. Before he could get another piece of information out of me—I turned my heel and left returning to my desk. Hidden behind the walls of the cubicles, I allowed silent tears to fall before grabbing my bag and exiting the building.

By the time I returned home, my cat—Lucky, curled around my ankles as she greeted me at the door. “Hey Lucky,” I said as I lifted her up. “Did you miss me?” I asked, expecting no response of course. Tucking her in my arms, I moved over to the kitchen and made myself a coffee. My body still trembled and I couldn’t help but feel those memories flood to the surface. I thought if I moved away from that area, I thought if I got a job that was good, I would be safer than what I was before.

The only thing I had of my past life was Lucky. She was my first pet. After her previous owners left her in a box, three days old, on the side of a high speeding metal enamoured highway. I found her and her siblings. Fearing for their safety, I got each of her sibling adopted and kept Lucky for myself.

And that was where she got her name from.

I patted Luckily, and she purred under my touch. After I had finished making my coffee, I sat down at my computer and began to write. I was working on my first novel, and to my surprise I couldn’t, get past chapter one. “Why does it have to be so hard?” I muttered and felt Lucky regard me with her big blue eyes. The idea was there—the motivation was there but how to start was a whole different matter entirely. “Do you know why I can’t get past chapter one?” Lucky tilted her head to the side and I continued to stroke her white fur. Lucky was an American shorthair with rare blue eyes; I recalled taking her to the vet to get her a thorough check up once I feared she’d be deaf but all in all, she turned out to be one of the few blue-eyed American Shorthairs with no hearing defect.

I heard a knock at my door. The knocking occurred once again and this time I raced to the door and pulled it open there at my door was none other than Liz. “Woman, did you not get my text?” she deadly demanded. I glanced over at my phone on the desk near my computer and shook my head.

“I don’t think I got any texts,” I said, she entered my apartment and stormed over to my computer.

“Writing again,” she muttered. “You know you might not even make that much money.”

“It’s not about the money.” I said, “It’s about the passion.”

“Right,” she said. “There it is.”

I was surprised when she held up my phone and on the screen flashed her text. “Told you so.”

“Okay,” I eased, “I believe you but tell me, what’s the text about?”

“It’s about the grading coming up this weekend,” she stated. “You’re going right?”

I shook my head, “No I’m not, I wasn’t invited.”

“You don’t have to be asked; you’re a part of a dojang you can go whenever, you know to support the others in our class. Anyway, you know Anthony is grading he’s going for his next belt, Cho Dan Bo. I’m interested to see how well he fares against Augustine.” Augustine was another red belt. He often helped out in class every now and again. The only reason why Liz is interested in seeing Augustine fight is that she secretly had a crush on the twenty-four-year-old bachelor.

“You don’t even know if they’ll get to spar each other,” I replied, moving over to my couch.

“Nah ah.” Liz shook her auburn hair. “I heard it from Mr Keyes himself. Speaking of Mr Keyes is it just me or he too hot to be an instructor.”

“Liz!” I growled, “That’s our instructor, show some respect will you.”

“Oh come now, he’s still a man.” she teased her green eyes were filled with “knowing”, and I felt my face flush. “Wait don’t tell me, you haven’t been with a man before—have you?” she pointedly asked, and I glared my most menacing glare. “That explains everything.”

“Explains what?” I asked as I held my glare.

“Oh nothing,” she said brushing off my question, with a sly smile. Liz stayed for dinner and watched a couple of movies with me before it was time for her to head home. I walked her outside and said my goodbyes.

It wasn’t as I turned around, did I notice the shadow man standing in the darkness of an over branching tree. I glanced at the sight with slight fear and stepped away from the man before turning my heel and heading inside. I pressed the elevator button and waited for the elevator to slide to my level, once it did I ran to my apartment and quickly unlocked the door, before locking myself inside. They can’t possibly know where I am. I thought as fear flooded through me.

I backed away from the door and heard Lucky meowing from beside me. I picked her up and cradled her as if she were a baby. My face felt wet, and I soon broke down in a fit sobs. “Why can’t they leave me alone?” I whispered and felt Lucky purr against me.

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