Chapter 47: Huge mistake

KRIS:

I woke up on a hard and warm body, with an arm wound tightly around my waist.

Mmm… A girl should wake up this way every morning...

Waking up next to Tyler was almost the best feeling in the world.

Eyes still closed, I stretched an arm over his taut washboard abs, letting out a contented sigh.

With a smile etched on my face, I opened my eyes but I wasn't expecting what I saw.

A tattooed chest.

Huh, Tyler doesn't have tattoos. Or he got a new one?

I let my eyes roam down, trailing his tattoos to see a ripped torso. My eyes wandered further down, past his v-line to his…

Wait! Did he enlarge his dick? I can't remember it being this huge…

My brows furrowed in confusion as I continued to stare at the huge man meat.

He shifted slightly beside me and my eyes drifted to his face.

Oh my God...

No, no, no. Fuck me.

No! Don't.

Shit! This is bad.

I buried my face in my hands at the sight of his face. I didn’t need to be reminded of how it happened the previous night.

The thoughts that I’d cheated on my boyfriend nagged at me, pricking my thudding heart.

Quickly, I moved away from his hold as the implication of what I've done hit me.

Thankfully, he was still sleeping peacefully.

The bastard.

Knowing I wouldn't be able to handle the situation if he should wake up, I hastily slipped on sweatpants and my tee from the night before, exiting the room as quietly as I could.

Thankfully, Violet wasn’t home and she wouldn't be back anytime soon.

Quietly, I slipped out of the apartment hoping he'd be gone by the time I returned.

I needed time and space after his revelations of the previous night. I wasn't supposed to be sleeping with him.

I should have known being in closing proximity wasn't a good idea.

How I'm I ever gonna face Tyler?

That question took over my thoughts throughout my walk.

Somehow, I found myself seated on a bench in a park with the harrowing memories ploughing my mind.

After about an hour of escaping from home, I went back with hopes that he'd be gone.

I entered the living room, like a burglar. Slowly, I made my way towards my bedroom.

"Baby….” A voice called from behind by me, startling me.

Turning around, it was Tyler. I released a breath I hadn't known I was holding.

"You startled me.” I placed a hand over my chest, still struggling to calm my heartbeat.

He chuckled.

"Sorry baby. I got in with the spare key you gave me.” He circled an arm around my waist, pulling me to him. "Why were you sneaking around?"

"I...umm... cockroach.” I lied, my heartbeat accelerating. "There is a cockroach in my bedroom. I'm scared of it. Was trying to check if it was still there.”

Just so you'd know, a cockroach is the last thing I'll ever be scared of in life.

He stared at me blankly before letting out a loud laugh.

My heart skipped and began thudding erratically in my chest.

Does he know I'm lying?

Oh God, what will I tell him?

"Cockroaches don't bite, yunno.” He finally said.

Phew...he bought it.

Again I exhaled.

"I missed you.” He lowered his head to my neck, kissing me there.

His lips found their way to mine, as he kissed me slowly. I melted into the kiss, forgetting my worries for a millisecond until his hands made their way into my shirt, inching up towards my boobs.

A switch went off in my brain. My lips stopped moving against his.

"Ba-baby, we can't.” I managed in a croaked voice.

He raised his head to look at me.

"I'm on my period.” I lied, biting my cheek, praying fervently that he would believe it.

"I'm sorry love.” He pulled me into a tight embrace rubbing soothing circles on my back.

I felt terrible lying to him because of my stupid mistake. He didn't deserve any of it.

"Are you having cramps?" He asked, pulling away from me.

I merely nodded from fear of a sob breaking out if I should speak.

"Have you taken any medications?” I shook my head to imply a *no*. "Do you want any?”

"No.” My voice was barely audible. His kindness was choking me.

If only he knew what I've done.

Without uttering any more words, he carried me to my bedroom. All the while, I kept praying Lucian was gone. When he entered the empty room, relief flooded my racing heart.

Laying me gently on the bed, he said:

"Stay here. I'm gonna prepare breakfast.”

He placed a kiss on my forehead then my lips before leaving for the kitchen.

A few stray tears escaped but I wiped them with my hands as quickly as they'd come before proceeding to mentally give myself a pep talk.

The beeping of my phone interrupted my thoughts. Picking it from the nightstand, I unlocked it to see a text from Lucian.

Come back to work.

It read.

Annoyed by his guts, I threw the phone to the far end of the bed.