CHERYL IN TROUBLE

WRONG ONE

CHAPTER FOUR

WRONG ONE

The man’s eyes saw nothing but failure in his son. His son who was nothing like he was.

“The embarrassment!” he thundered, glowering at William whose head was hung. “Did you see that video? The one where you were lusting at the sister whom you were getting married on the very eve of your supposed marriages.’ His father queried.

Although, the situation had quickly been controlled and managed by Kayla’s family, it still did not stop the low blow which dented the image of his family. It could have quickly escalated though and he was thankful it did not, he would have been standing before his father, giving a different story.

“I am very sorry sir.” His head was hung low so it is hard to discern his expression. “I – it never repeat itself.“

“Do you know?” his father began slowly. “How I got into so much money and I wealth!?” His father asked.

He has listened to this speech several times that he knew what was going to come next. He knew how long his father was going to hone on but at least he has salvaged the situation. Well, not him. He had been to dazed to do anything. It was her parents, it was all their doing.

He left immediately his father gave him leave and returned to his room. He had to prepare for Kayla to arrive with her things. The marriage had taken place- just as both their parents wanted – but not on their terms, nowhere felt he had married the wrong sister. The thought did not last long in his mind as memories of their lovemaking from yesterday filtered into his head.

The guilt he had endured. The pleasures which almost ruined him. He and her were over now. She had not soared him another glance before dashing out of the hall. He cared for her, he did, he really did but how could she not understand that this was all a game? It had been setup from the start, had she been unaware of it all this time?

He almost felt sorry for her but he could not allow himself that to. There were a lot of things he could not allow himself. A lot of things which he wanted to do but not what he needed to do. Perhaps, he had wanted for them to work out but it was not what was needed. Perhaps this was for the best. His marriage to the wrong sister. Perhaps she was not the wrong sister after all, maybe Cheryl had been the wrong one all this times.

Kayla was more practical – like him – more responsible with a defined sense of duty to family and to her family’s company. His father would like her, she would fit well here. But why did he still feel like he was betraying Cheryl by moving on so quickly? He could not feel guilty, it was what he needed to do.

Cheryl would not understand. She did not understand most things like this. While he and Kayla were both practical, Cheryl was their direct opposite. He looked up as Kayla waltzed into the room.

“You were missed at dinner.” She annoyed, kissing him on the mouth.

He grunts a reply and turned away from her. He needed none of this now. He needed the space to think, to clear his head. One does not just get up and leave a person whom they have been with for so long just like that. Perhaps this was where he and Kayla was different – in the midst of all their similarities – he was beginning to spot their differences.

“Are you okay?” She asked, taking a seat on the bed beside him. “Why did you not come down for dinner?”

He looked up at her. Perhaps there was no need to overthink things. He knew he was beginning to overthink. Cheryl was gone and that was the end of that chapter, he had Kayla now and she was the better one for him. He smiled and kissed her deeply.

“I had to talk to my father about something.” He replied.

She winced and then smiled sadly. She understood. Of course she did. Cheryl would never have understood.

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CHERYL'S POV

When one is about to commit a grave mistake, they say, the person is either at his lowest or highest point in life. For now, I’m easily at the two points simultaneously. It just be the booze talking here, because I have never heard such quotes before or maybe I’m too bitter to think right. Either way, I am about to commit a the worse mistake of my life and I know it.

Although I had been able to escape the church wedding - seeing my sister getting married to my fiancé – I had not been lucky enough when to escape the after party. I had to be there. It was what my mother said or threatened. Whatever.

It was for the family. We had to look united. Bullshit. Did they not realize that every one could see what a mess up we're now? Did they hit notice that everyone could see through our s**t? But I had to be here, no matter how much I detested it.

William and Kayla did not make any appearances at the after party – they left immediately, I heard, to attend a dinner ceremony with William’s family – high profile stock up bitches the whole lot of them

I took the opportunity to drink my sorrows away. It was impossible, I know, but I could pretend. And now I am sitting face to face with a bloke. I can barely tell my left from my right and this man is flirting with me or is it the other way around? Anyways, this is how I know I am about to make a terrible mistake.

“We has a room here.” I slur. My eyes are foggy and my head is light. “Mind if I show you?”

I did not wait for his reply before I stagger to my feet and begin to totter unsteadily towards the rooms. I look behind me and when I see that he is indeed following me, I giggle. I would probably regret this tomorrow but my mind cannot register any of the warnings my brain might be sending.

I reach the door and fumble in my bag for the key card. Once I find it, I raise it up triumphantly and then swipe it against the security lock about five hundred times – my drunk mind counted – and when the door clicks open, I am the happiest girl on earth.

I enter inside – not forgetting to usher in my guest – and kick my shoes away.

“Nice suite.” I hear the bloke say and nod absentmindedly.

I point to the couch. “Did you know?” I ask stupidly. “They used the couch, not the bed.” I jump on the couch. “I Wonder why that is? Surely, the bed is much more comfortable.”

He has an amused expression on his face as he looks at me. “Yeah I prefer the bed. “ he answers. I can tell that he is only honoring me, but I don’t care. I stagger towards him and give him a kiss on the lips.

“Let us make good use of the bed then.”