Prologue

Chapter theme song: "Lost in Japan" (Remix)- Shawn Mendes ft. Zedd

I clutched my jacket closer to my frame in a weak effort to ebb the early winter breeze of Tokyo. I was exhausted from flying over nineteen hours across the big pond and the last thing I wanted, let alone needed, was to catch pneumonia while on my impromptu, last minute vacation. These past few months have been hell for me and as much as I am strong-willed, I needed to get away from the commotion going on at home with my family.

My mom and dad are planning divorce. Although not surprising, it was still a bit of a shock to have my father announce it at a formal dinner with my mom, myself, and Chuckie's, Tommy's, and Angelica's people. My mom was making a huge fuss over my dad wanting a salad with salmon instead it eating steak alongside her. She jokingly called him a pussy and some other derogatory names I care not to mention before he threw his napkin down, standing full height to announce he was seeing a coworker and filed for divorce. The table went silent and what was once a friendly, peace-making dinner as a way to bridge our families back to a good place turned into a chaotic mess. My mother almost killed my father when she stabbed him in the chest with a steak knife; Kira, Charlotte, and DiDi having to pull her off him Stu and Chaz called for help.

Thankfully my dad chose not to press charges and insisted to law enforcement he "tripped'. With Lillian out the country in Iceland, there was no reason for me to stay in that hell hole of a home surrounded by never ending drama. I no longer needed to try and protect her from our mother and her growing drug addiction. So I did what any sane college kid would do in situations of turmoil and grief, I ran.

Here. - Sent 3:17pm

I put my phone back in my pocket and exited the plane. I took out the miniature bottle of complimentary tequila from the flight, downing it in record time. I felt that slight burning of the alcohol racing down my throat and felt that friendly warmth encase me in a long, overdue hug. I went through customs and gathered my bags when she replied.

I'm outside the terminal marked "Arrivals" holding a large sign with your name on it, babe.- Kenya

I smirked, hoping she would be joking but knew that would be a joke in itself. I know Kenya and she is just as extravagant, spontaneous, and flamboyant as they come. It were those very qualities that initially attracted me to her aside from her striking beauty.

"Phil!" I heard her voice ring out as I was met with the bright lights and sounds of Narita airport. I found her easily and smiled widely. Sure enough, she had a big ass sign.

I enveloped her in a long hug, pulling away gently kiss her softly. There was a small shutter and flash of a camera cell phone next to us. She smiled. "I missed you."

"I missed you more." I spoke lowly, still holding her beautiful body against my muscular one. "It's been awhile since I seen you."

"You are the one who refused to visit." She quipped playfully.

I smacked her behind before grabbing my forgotten overnight bags, following her to the parking garage. "No one told you to move to Tokyo."

She chuckled, flipping her long seashell adorned braids to drape down her back. I watched her intently as we walked quietly to her car, eyeing the way her thick hips and bottom moved in those acid washed denim jeans. Her white hooded sweatshirt hugged her voluptuous curves like a satin glove that I greatly appreciated. I began to imagine what I would like to do to those ample curves once I got her alone. As if she could read my mind, she stopped abruptly at her parked truck, signaling with a slight nod for me to put my bags in the truck. I watched her unlock the car and get in the backseat.

I could barely close the door properly before I felt her lips graze against mine, her hands roaming against the valleys of my toned stomach and firm muscles of my thighs. The sweat pants I wore were loose enough to where I did not need uncomfortably constricted with my growing erection but it also gave her a glimpse of my unashamed growing manhood. I brought her closer to me, snaking my hands underneath her sweatshirt to tweak the swollen buds of her nipples.

She pulled away. "You know it makes me uncomfortable for you to do that." She spoke softly, trying to move my hands away from her.

I ignored her, kissing her neck forcefully, grabbing her from behind to mesh her further against my arousal. "I told you before and I will tell you again, you are beautiful."

I didn't give her an opportunity to respond before I hauled her onto my lap, earning a loud squeak. She moaned as the newfound friction of her heat against my erection excited her. Before she could object, I lifted her sweatshirt over her head to expose her lace caged breasts. She attempted to shield herself but I held her arms against her sides with a lengthy kiss, snaking my fingers against the skin of her sides.

"Phil!" She berated. "I can't have you see me like this!"

"I love every curve of your beautiful, gorgeous body, Kenya." I whispered. I listed the mounds of her breasts before cupping them to bring them to my awaiting mouth. "Let me show you."

She squirmed in delight, trailing her manicured hands against my thighs, brushing against my now cast-iron rod.

"Condom?" She moaned. I notioned to my pocket. She settled on s small bulge, pulling out my prescription pain pills. I freaked, snatching them away. I watched her expression read into a knowing one. "Phil…"

"Don't." I dismissed, grabbing the forgotten condom from my other pocket. I handed her the gold foil package.

She bit her bottom lip. "I thought you promised to stop, Phil. First it was the steroids and now the opioids after your injury?"

I rolled my eyes. "Kenya, stop."

"No!" She barked, getting off my lap. She moved next to me, silently studying me. "Talk to me."

"I'd rather be fucking you." I spoke, somewhat annoyed. I silently swore, feeling my hardness ebb. "Just drop it. It's not even that serious."

"You are such a liar, Phil DeVille. Have you not learned from watching your sister almost lose her life to drug dependency?"

"Kenya…" my voice served as a warning. Talking about Lil was a soft spot for sure. "Stop while you are ahead."

"Phil, your sister was unconscious for weeks. You were shaken up and broken because you felt you would lose her. You watched your family fall to pieces!"

"Kenya, STOP!" I roared. I felt myself punch the headrest in front of me out of frustration before whirling out her car, slamming the passenger door.

I heard her yell out my name as I sauntered off. I flipped her off and jetted to the nearest exit I could find that led me to the infamous Japanese bullet trains. I needed to get out of there and get some air. I knew her address and where she lived. I did not know where that stood in proximity to the airport but worse case scenario I would hail a cab to her place. I just couldn't have that conversation right now and Kenya didn't know when to let shit go.

I pulled out my Demerol, popping the cap to grab two. I noticed I was running low and would need to sneak another prescription under Chuckie's signature to the pharmacy. Chuckie had no idea I knew his information or that I got pretty decent in mimicking signatures thanks to Lil and I often signing our bad report card grades under our "mother's" name. No one was worried about Phil DeVille anyway. Precious Lillian was on their mind and in their prayers. After my injury, my chances at a professional soccer career went down the drain along with any interest from the very people I figured cared for me. If only Lil really knew why I was mom's "favorite".

I rode the train until I found myself downtown, stumbling into a bar catered to tourists with overpriced drinks. I didn't mind though. I just needed to get a few drinks in me. I hit back four beers and a few shots of tequila courtesy of this sexy Japanese girl that caught my eye when I first entered. We locked glances before she silently invited me to the back of the bar near the restrooms. Against my better judgement, I followed her and found myself getting sucked off in the women's restroom.

I had ten missed calls and a slew of text messages from Kenya to where the constant vibration of my phone began to greatly annoy me. I turned it off and found myself returning the favor to the leggy Japanese girl against the restroom wall. For a split second, she reminded me of Kimi- my first crush.

It was close to midnight when I stumbled to Kenya's apartment, knocking loudly while lamely holding a bouquet roses. She swung the door open, she wearing an oversized grey t-shirt and flannel low cut sleep shorts. She studied me, clearly pissed but not oblivious to the fact I was off my ass.

"Flowers?" She questioned, crossing her arms across her chest.

"I got a blowjob from some Asian chick and returned the favor. Sorry." I held out the flowers, struggling to maintain focus and balance.

She clenched her jaw, biting back a tongue lashing. Instead, she opted to pulling me into her apartment, pushing me into the couch. I crashed against her faux fur and sequin pillows, grateful for their softness to break my fall. She snatched the roses, throwing them to the ground in anger before turning off the living room lights, storming off into her bedroom. I watched her violently slam the door and leave me in darkness.

I would deal with her tomorrow, for now I had to make the room stop spinning. Grabbing the woven throw draped across her sofa, I wrapped myself in it's warmth.

Everything faded to black.