Five

Chapter Five

I know I’m already wet down there and right now, I’m soaked!

One of his hands travelled down on my thighs, lifting my leg wide as he positioned himself in between.

“No…” I resisted but my voice came out the opposite of what I wanted to sound like. It seems I’m asking for more than trying to stop him. Damn it!

In one swift move, he thrust his already hardened member inside my soaking cave and a long moan of burning pleasure escaped my mouth. He thrust in me hard that I can feel him deep inside me.

“Fuck, you’re still too tight.” he whispered.

“S-Stop…”

I didn’t had the chance to say anything because he started to move in and out my hole, driving me to the edge of my sanity, feeling my orgasm coming fast.

“Ugh, even tighter…”

The hands he had on my chest moved up to my neck, gently but hard, choking me. Not too much for me to get hurt, but enough for my breath to hitch, maximizing my climax that I felt my walls clenched.

“Look at me, Lila.” he ordered and I obeyed unconsciously. I looked at him, with parted lips, and at the verge of coming.

“That’s it.” he groans. “Come for me. Now.”

As if he has some sort of power over my body, I did came as my hips met his rough and deep thrust.

“We won’t stop yet, baby.”

**

Images of what happened that night kept replaying in my head over and over again. I found myself biting my lips, daydreaming.

“You okay, hun?”

I looked up at my Dad. He was holding a cup of coffee in his hands, standing beside me as he looked at the view of the sunrise in front of us.

I was sitting on the porch of the house I grew up in. After that night with Kyler King, which was a day ago, I sneaked out the moment I woke up, leaving him sleeping soundly.

I hardly remember how many times we did it again and again. I lost count of it, but from how exhausted I felt, I’m sure it was a lot.

“Yeah, Dad.” I answered shortly.

“You spent the night, is everything okay with Taylor?”

I sighed loudly from hearing my husband’s name. Now, the good thoughts were replaced by my real nightmare.

“Oh, the sigh says it all.” My dad chuckled.

I didn’t know if I should tell my dad about it. He liked Taylor a lot, and I was still undecided about what to do with him. I’m not sure if I’ll end things with him yet, or if I will.

I don’t know.

I got used to him, and it’s hard to take him out of my life, even from a thought.

Though I know I won’t be happy with him now. I’m not even sure if I still love him the same as I did, but still, it’s there. I still have feelings for him, but I know it’s not the same as before.

“Well, you know, honey, couples do face things like what you are having with Taylor right now.”

Really now, Dad? Ha! I bet I just got lucky.

“And it’s good you get some air. Sometimes space won’t hurt at all, and you are always welcome here when you need just that.”

He gave me a tap on the shoulder, and I smiled at him, which he returned with the same familiar warmth before walking down the house.

Nah, it’s better to keep this inside than break my dad’s heart by making him aware of the pain I’m having.

**

That same day, I decided to go to my old job and meet my friend, Shanaiah. The last time I heard of her, she was still working in the same department I used to work in.

“So why are you planning to go back? Was your current job not paying well?” she asked.

We were sitting in her cubicle as she moved the project she was working on and paused to talk.

“No, it was okay. I also talked to them over the phone, and they confirmed my resignation, effective on my chosen date since I don’t have any unfinished projects.”

“I can’t see the company being the problem then. What did Taylor say about this? He doesn’t like having you far from him, does he?”

Why can’t I have any conversation with the people I know without having my husband’s name mentioned?

I sighed.

“He’s cool with it,” I said, looking at the papers on her desk to divert my attention away from the topic.

But this friend just knew me too well.

“Uh-oh. That is where something is wrong, isn’t it?”

I sighed again and smiled, a fake one. “Everything is great, Sha. I was just missing working here—”

“After two years? Nice try, North Star.” She laughed when I slapped her back hard.

“Aw!” she laughed again.

“I just want to be back, Sha. And the boss says I always have a place here, so I can’t see any problem with coming back.”

“Well, the only problem I can see is that you’re married. Who would fuck you here? Me?”

I smacked her once more, and she laughed again.

I sighed.

“Okay, I get it. You and Taylor are in some kind of trouble. Yeah. Yeah.”

I did not bother to reply to her teasing remarks because if I did, I might tell her everything. And I’m not ready to have that conversation with the people I know yet.

The thought that they knew how I fell in love with Taylor, how much he showed me I was loved, how we started, how we continued—it's just hard for me to make them see how it turned out and how it might end.

My phone rang, and I looked at the screen to find my husband calling.

I rolled my eyes, and Shanaiah caught my reaction.

“The husband, I bet,” she laughed.

“Ha-ha. I need to go,” I leaned in and kissed her cheek. I had nowhere to go, but I couldn’t stand being next to Shanaiah right now because I was so close to telling her everything that had happened.

When I reached the ground floor of the building and walked out of the elevator, my phone rang again.

It was an unregistered number. Who might this be? Taylor? I didn’t want to talk to him and kept ignoring his calls. Did he use Rafaela’s phone to call me?

That bitch. Well, there’s only one way to find out.

Reluctantly, I answered the call.

“Hello?”

“Lila.”

I stopped walking upon hearing the voice on the phone. Is this…

“How did you get my number?” I asked, clearing my throat because I think my voice sounded pitchy.

Kyler King.

Slowly, I continued walking. Suddenly, I felt like my surroundings had stopped as if to watch me.

“Your ex-boss is a friend,” he chuckled after saying that. I rolled my eyes and cursed silently.

Of course. That’s why my former company had the project for his Manhattan hotel—aside from the fact that we’re good designers, of course.

“That’s an invasion of privacy, Kyler.”

“I don’t think there’s anything private between us though.”

I could hear him smirking, and I rolled my eyes. This guy can really be a jerk sometimes.

“What are you up to?” he asked when I didn’t respond.

I decided to tease him a little as I walked out of the building.

“Going back to my husband since I’m done with you.” I held myself from chuckling after saying that.

I didn’t hear anything from him for a few seconds, and I busied myself by looking down the stairs as I walked.

Why isn’t he responding? Did that get him? Who am I kidding? Why would Kyler King get affected by that? He has a lot of women swooning over him!

“Look up, naughty cat,” at last, he spoke—and… what? Look up?

As soon as I did, I almost fell on the last step of the stairs because there he was: Kyler King, standing in front of me as he leaned on a red Lamborghini.

He looked like he had just come from an exhausting meeting with the way he wore that black suit. And, fuck me, he wore it better than anyone I’d ever seen. Not even the most famous model could score a point with how he pulled off the look!

I realized I had stopped walking when he started moving closer toward me. He stopped right in front of me, and I looked up at him, feeling like a minion because of his intimidating height. I could barely reach his shoulder.

“Going back to who?” he asked seriously.

I noticed the different shade in his eyes right now. It was darker, and it conveyed a message I wasn’t sure I’d interpreted correctly, but there was irritation, annoyance?

“I--”

“You’re coming with me.” He grabbed my wrist and pulled me with such force that I couldn’t escape. Not to mention, the moment our skin touched, I felt weak.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked. He opened his car door and forcefully slid me inside.

“Hey—” He closed the door quickly, as though he hadn’t heard a word I said.

Why am I being an idiot right now? I could get out of the car, anyway. But…

I don’t want to.

There’s nothing wrong with going with him, right? This is a good thing to do. I’m getting my revenge on Taylor the same way he did to me. Who knows how long my husband and that business partner have been fucking each other, right?

Kyler slid into the driver’s seat and looked at me as he closed the door.

“You’re going to join me on my vacation,” he said, smiling playfully, and I almost laughed. He started the engine, looking at the road while still smiling.

“You don’t sound like you’re asking.”

He snapped his head to look at me, kicking the gas as he scoffed.

“You’ll come, anyway.”

This guy confuses me like hell. Why is he being like this to me, anyway?