Sudden visit
1046 Words
KYLA
The car glided down the sleek road, engine humming softly. The only light source was the rhythmic flash of the street light, slicing through the dark street.
Mr. Redd was driving with one veiny arm on the steering wheel and the other casually resting beside the gearshift. Two of his upper buttons are undone.
She hated how he looked effortlessly hot.
She hadn’t expected him to agree. Hadn’t expected him to take her himself. Definitely hadn’t expected it to happen now.
The weight settled on Kyla’s shoulder.
She was going to see Jayden unannounced.
The thought made her heart race like a bird trapped in a firehouse.
The last time she saw him was a month ago. They’d fought hard, and it was partially her fault. The look he gave her as he walked away had stuck with her longer than she wanted to admit.
Disappointment. Regret.
It haunted her for days.
Such a thing had never happened between them before.
She missed him. Like the way you'd miss air when you're drowning.
Jayden probably missed her, too. Now that her father was gone, perhaps making things right with Jayden again could bring back her fading light.
Kyla took a deep breath to calm her nerves.
“Does your boyfriend know you're coming?”
“Does it matter? It's a surprise visit. He doesn't know I'm in the city," she said.
He looked at her for a breath longer before focusing back on the road.
“You're in a fight.”
“No, we're not,” she lied.
He c****d a brow.
“It was just a misunderstanding. Nothing serious,” she admitted with a shrug. “And that we are going to fix for the little while I’m going to stay here in the city.”
“So, your boyfriend had been in the city for how long?”
“Four years. He studied here in the city and spent his holiday in the countryside. With me.” Kyla sighed. “My father never liked him, though. But he is the sweetest.”
The car stayed quiet all through the rest of the ride while she kept herself busy rehearsing the right words to say to him in her head.
Soon, the car pulled up behind the gate a one-story building. There were several cars parked in the driveway, and the distant beat of music made Kyla blink.
“You have an hour,” Carlos said.
“What?” She turned her head to him. “That’s an incredibly short amount of time.”
“If you’re not out a second past an hour, I’ll burst through those doors.”
Kyla rolled her eyes. “You shouldn’t have come with me.”
“Are you sure you wanna go in?”
“Mr. Illegal. You promised not to interfere with my personal life, remember?”
She stepped out of the car, shutting the door with a soft thud before she could hear any more commands, and approached the apartment.
Kyla hated parties. Hated the loud noise, the sweaty bodies grinding against each other, the scent of alcohol and smoke. But Jayden loves them. She recalled how he had dragged her to one back home, and she ended up passing out after getting drunk.
And now here she was.
Even though it wasn’t packed like the one in the club, it still made her stomach churn. Glances from a group of men around Jayden’s age made her skin prickle. She recognized none of them.
Where did Jayden know all these people?
Was she in the right house?
“Who the f**k are you?”
Kyla turned to the barely covered lady, smacking gum with an unwelcoming glint in her eyes. Her face was plastered with glitter and rhinestones that made her look like one of those ridiculous unicorns she’d laugh at on TV.
Except this unicorn had claws in her eyes.
“I’m here to see Jayden,” Kyla replied, mimicking the same tone. “Care to show me the way?”
She eyed her dressing as if contemplating whether to tell her or not. Then her lips curved up slightly.
“He’s upstairs. Last room on your left," she said and walked away, swaying her little ass with more force than needed.
Kyla looked up, wondering if she should still go ahead and find Jayden.
She pulled out her phone and called him instead.
Jayden’s phone rang thrice with no response.
Taking a deep breath for the umpteenth time tonight, she began to head upstairs. If something happens to her, there’s a mysterious devil outside who’ll burst in.
It’s crazy, she knows. But if she leaves the house without seeing who she came for, she might not be able to sleep tonight.
Kyla’s heart hammered as she walked through the empty passage. There was a small pull in her chest, a tiny voice that whispered this was a bad idea. But when her mind was fixed on something, it was nearly impossible to stop herself.
Kyla raised a hand to knock, breath seizing with hesitation.
Then she heard it, just before she could touch the wooden surface.
Moans. Grunts. Skin slapping skin.
Something cracked below her rib, shattering with something that made her head spin.
That can’t be right.
Kyla checked the room. It was indeed the last on the left. Could that weird unicorn lady have lied to her?
But still, within the depths of her, she wanted to open this door.
The male’s voice sounded so familiar even as she tried to deny it.
The other rooms were locked, and only this door had someone… no people in it.
Kyla reached for the knob.
If she were about to intrude on someone else's privacy, then she’d just act drunk and lie that she was finding the bathroom or something.
No. That wouldn’t be right. She should leave. Jayden can’t be there.
He can’t be.
Then came a scream behind the doors.
“Oh yes! I’m gonna c*m, Jay!”
Something snapped within her, and before she knew it, she was pushing the door open.
And right before there was Blondie all on fours with Jayden—the man she’d loved for four years—screwing the s**t out of her from behind.
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