Walk and Talk Of Book

Yren headed to Kimora's room and went directly inside, closing the door behind himself and letting out a long breath. His head was starting to hurt from all the stress that was building up, but this was the way things were.

The more that he tried to fight this, the more Yren knew it would just make trouble for him. He needed to be calm and confident with the girls and just let things happen.

Yren was just so used to pushing the pieces around to get things moving, but he was also a piece on that board. While the first move wasn't his, all the ones after had been a result of his choices for the most part.

Sure, if his father and mother never got together, then none of this ever would have happened, but then neither would have Yren.

"I am a calm breeze floating through the air. Let my worries drift from care. Give me strength, the pressure I bear. I am a calm breeze floating through the air," Yren chanted as he walked over to Kimora's bed, where a suit was waiting for him.