Tempting My Bully's Boyfriend

Chapter 8 : Kol

SIX MONTHS AGO…

I don't know why—or maybe I knew why I followed her. I followed her because I wanted my brain to relax, I wanted it to get distracted; distracted from the pressure of decision and sacrifice.

CANCER WARD, ROOM NO 77..

She entered the patient's room. I followed her and peeked her from the door. She was caressing the patient's hair.

Boring! I thought she might have some secret struggles like mine, but she is just roaming here and there copying Mother Teresa. I was about to leave, but then I heard, "You didn't have to do this for me, Becca."

"Why not? You're my brother after all." Oh! So this is her brother? He is a patient, not a doctor.

"It hurts to see my elder sister sacrificing her happiness for me. Can you stop supporting our mom into her madness? I don't want you to sacrifice your youth for a weak person like me." Her brother expressed his frustration.

"Hey! Hey! Calm down, Sam. I'm not sacrificing anything and it's not madness, it's business. And I'm doing this because I love this." Her cheerful voice stated.

"You love what? Cleaning dirt?"

"No! I love you and I love the sacrifice I do to save the person I love." Her dedication lit up my passion and her words revived my hope. If she can deal with multiple jobs and still get higher grades—higher than mine, specially. Then I also can do it. If such a thin and poor girl like her can work hard, conquer her problems and smile at the end of the day then I also can do it.

PRESENT DAY…

And that's how Rebecca Rogers became my inspiration. She inspired me to work harder for my dreams and my family. She made me realise that I don't have to sacrifice anything, I just need to work harder. I just need to balance my dream and work. My passion and family. Thanks to her, six months ago, I got the guts to take over my grandpa's responsibility. I maintained the balance.

I know, It's gonna be very hard but I've learned to manage it and on the day when I feel like giving up, I just look at Becca, selflessly working her ass off for the one she loves. She fuels and inspires me. The way I was my grandma's wings, she was mine.

On weekends, normal mornings and in every possible free time I work here at my cafe and the rest of others go to my family, company and Pepper.

I love Pepper. She is my responsibility. We were childhood buddies turned couple. But I didn't know she could go wild and insane over me. At first, it was the "love letter girl" named "Naomi" and now Becca. If it wasn't for me, then maybe this time no one could save her from going to jail or a rehab.

THE NIGHT WHEN BECCA WAS BULLIED…

10:18 PM, I was studying at my desk when I heard someone knocking on my room's door.

I opened the door. "Pep! What are you doing here?"

"I'm here because I missed you." She was slurring her words like a drunk person.

"Wait, are you high?" I asked, my voice expressed both my anger and worries.

"Yeeuup! I'm." Pepper is an addict or would say was an addict. We worked very hard to make sure she stops taking drugs. But sometimes she can be really messy. Especially when she is hurt or angry.

Pepper looped her arms around my neck and pushed me in. "Pep—I think you should go home. This isn't right—"

"What isn't right? Me coming in your room or trying to kiss you?" Her lips were pouting, just one inch aways from mine.

I stopped her. "Pep, you're high. You should go home. Wait, I'll take you." I lifted her in my arms and moved towards my car. "Mr Vishwakumar, If grandpa asks for me then tell him I'm at Pep's." I informed our house manager and rushed towards my car.

AT PEPPER'S HOUSE…

I was carrying her in my arms. I kicked open the door to her room and set her on the bed. "Oh! Kol, I won't let that b***h snatch you from me. I'm not my mother. I wont repeat her mistake. I'll make sure she'll never lay her eyes on you." I heard her sleep talk.

Oh, damn it! What did she do again? The last time she said the exact same thing was when she and her friends left Naomi at the mortuary.

"What did you do now, Pepper?" I shaked her to awake her.

"Wh‐at?" Her voice slurred.

"What did you do, Pepper? Who's the b***h you're talking about?" I asked, calmly trying to control my anger.

"Re..bec..ca Ro..ge..rs" A muscle in my jaw twitched when I heard Becca's name.

"What did you do to her, Pepper?" I screamed in anger.

"Nah—thing!" She smiled like a drunk psychopath.

"Dammit, Pepper. Tell me what you did to her. You know, last time, incase of Naomi, you got the last warning. If you ever create a mess like that then you have to go back to rehab, you idiot." I was angry and worried for her. Last time, when she was at rehab, Pepper had suffered a lot. I won't let that happen again. Not on my watch. She is my responsibility, after all.

"College— we left her in the girl's toilet." She unconsciously pointed towards her purse, "Her.. phone.." and then she passed out.

I covered her with a blanket and check her purse. There was an unknown phone. I was sure its not Pepper's. "Her..phone.." I remembered her last words, it must be Becca's phone. I put the phone in my pocket and ran towards my car.

God! I hope Becca is fine.

I rushed towards the college and checked each and every washroom of the first and second floor.

Now, it's time for the third floor. I reached the female's restroom where I saw Mr Tilton. Dude! What's wrong with this man? He is all drunk at the college's premises and he is peeing at the girl's toilet.

"Son of a b***h!" I cursed him loudly.

"Who is there?" He hissed. I think he saw me.

"You?" He tried to approach me, but I took advantage of the darkness and hid inside the nearest pillar. Luckily he didn't catch me. After that I entered the restroom, thudding all the doors and screaming her name like a psycho.

My worries for Pepper and Becca got mixed up. Now I'm worrying for Becca and pissed at Pepper. I have knocked on 27 toilet doors till now, but when I knocked on the 28th door, I don't know how, I just got the feeling that she might be here, right behind this door.

"Rebecca? It's me. Kol. Rebecca! Are you there? Please reply to me." I was so stressed and worried that I couldn't stop myself from being aggressive. I don't know why, but I just wanted to break in and hug her tight and tell her that she is okay with me.

After hardly convincing and winning her trust, she finally got out of the bathroom. Her eyes; scarlet red, her body; trembling and her heart; beating like a bullet train. I don't know why I felt a little ache in my heart, or maybe it's because of sympathy but then I saw her wounds and scratches, I couldn't stand. My eyes automatically started shedding tears.

What the f**k is wrong with me? Why am I crying for her pain? She is bleeding and I'm crying, why am I doing this? I'm not that sympathetic kind of person.

Oh, god! What did she do to me?

PRESENT DAY…

"She is trying to tempt you, moron." My inner voice said to me in my mind.

Yeah, my inner voice is right. She is tempting me and I'm letting her do so. I'm liking the feel, the smell, the touch and the taste of her peachy kiss.

My d**k gets hardened due to her touch. "NO!" I pushed her and stood up.

What the f**k! What's wrong with me? How can I cheat on Pepper?

Okay, let's say she kissed me. It's her fault, but I liked it and she turned me on which is my fault. Pepper is my girlfriend and if there is someone who has the right to turn me on then it must be her, not Becca.

"This was a mistake and we're never gonna repeat it." I grabbed her hand and dragged her out of my cafe. I was so nervous, guilty and angry that I wouldn't see her right in her face. I just snapped the door on her face.

Fuck! Oh, God! What the f**k is wrong with me? Why do I lose my control whenever she is around me?

Three years, it has been three years that I have started dating Pepper and stopped kissing any other women. I have controlled all these years, but I don't know, why now? Why today? Why with Becca?

To be continued…