Last night was definitely rock and roll. I’ve never consumed that much alcohol in my life. I have never had that much entertainment and plain old fun in a very long while. Some danced and others partied harder. There were catfights and lovemaking. It was uncontrollable and wild. The smell of marijuana was thick and heavy last night. Drugs were available everywhere. I didn’t dare touch any of it—I’ve never used hard drugs—apart from the occasional hits of a joint—three times precisely. I was never that curious to go fly like a kite especially not after what happened to Chad. Will, TCC’s front man and lead, definitely scored a threesome with the busty twins. I was getting flirty with a random cute blonde Frenchman when Kyle unceremoniously plucked me out of the terrace and into his bedroom. He was drunk and I was beyond plastered so the confrontation was spectacularly—explosive.
He took me by surprise when he flung me to the bed and captured my lips and devoured them. I responded with earnest longing. I knew it was twisted after Blake but Kyle was my Kyle. Another set of emotions washed over me when he kissed me like he can’t hold back his hunger any longer. I lusted after both men—it’s messed up.
Although with Blake, it’s more. I always want more with Blake.
Kyle was eager but knew his boundaries. We didn’t go past the dry humping and making out. I knew I lusted after both men—but I don’t want to be a whore about it either.
But hell, kissing Kyle made me feel like I was in high school again. He made me feel safe and his scent reminded me of home. I remembered smelling him after he surfed in Malibu the entire afternoon and the scent of the beach he carried with him. I was hooked and nostalgic.
His kisses were demanding but not like Blake’s....never like Blake’s. Blake’s were searing and obliterating. My mind turns into mush and my body takes over. With Kyle on the other hand, it was pleasantly familiar and packed with longing desire.
He was famished and he kept me in bed the entire time. I loved having this with Kyle and at the same time I felt like I was betraying Blake even though we weren’t together.
The party started to die down, the TCC boys unexpectedly announced they were going to Ibiza for the a few days before they start boxing themselves in the recording studio. So, that left me and Kyle alone in this enormous penthouse. I was dressed in one of his white dress shirts and a thread of underwear on. He only had his pull-string black linen pants and his tanned body looked wonderfully appealing. Damn those freaking tattoos!
“Lucy’s coming over?” he asked as he took a sip from my Pelligrino.
“Yeah…she needs girl time.” He purred as his took a whiff of my neck. He kissed me then—gently.
We kissed for a very, very long time—until we heard Luce call out my name. The kiss was sweet and gentle. We were both looking sappy but we had to stop.
I pulled us out of the kitchen to meet our guest.
Luce looked shocked when she saw our undressed state. “Uh did I interrupt something? I did, didn’t I? Your lips are crimson red and bruised—and so are Kyle’s. Well, too bad—I can’t be kicked out. I need Sienna for a little while.”
Kyle smiled and pulled me to him, his arms wrapped around my shoulders. “No, go ahead—I need to work for a little bit. Order in if you two want something to eat. I’ll be in my room if you need me.” He kissed my lips again.
“I love you,” he said and left us in the living room. Both our eyes followed him as he exited.
“What’s your secret? Why are all these hot men clamoring after you? I would gladly die if I was in your position. Goodness me—I don’t know if I’d choose the sexy perfection of the smoldering God that is Blake Knightly or the mysterious scruffy Kyle Matthews—who has a voice that made me weak in the knees.” She shook her head in amusement.
“Shut up, Luce!” I smiled at her wistful face.
She threw herself down on the couch and grinned at me. “Oh, do piss off my dear love. That’s quite a brilliant dilemma to be in, compared to my ghastly circumstances.” Luce made an aggravated growl and I sat across her. I was surprised that the French wing-back chair was comfortable. It sure didn’t look it. But surprise surprise—it cushioned my buxom ass, happily.
“His horrid mum and Florence—his evil grandmother—cornered me last night at the bloody f**king party and demanded I break it off with Toby. They kept ranting about how he can look for a better, suitable wife if I wasn’t in the wretched picture. I fought them off—but they were adamant that Toby will let me go once he’s had his fun and the novelty wears off.”
“You’re joking right? How can you not be suitable? You’re beautiful and smart Luce—and your family’s great! Not to mention that you guys are known for the profitable fortune that your father struck in the online business. But most of all, Toby worships the ground you walk on.”
“That’s the thing—we’re new money. They frown upon those. Toby’s maternal side is quite connected. They have familial ties to the royal family. Even if they are in the outer sphere of these so-called ties—they are quite proud and want him to be with someone who is in the same social strata as he.” She cursed, “The Watson coffers are dwindling rapidly and his mum is in panic mode. Evelyn can’t possibly keep up with her lifestyle if poor bloody Rupert keeps bleeding them dry and Toby doesn’t want to work along with his father in their company. They believe that once Toby sets himself straight and marries for money—they’ll keep their lifestyle and not be shunned. But Toby’s really determined to make it on his own and he’s been fighting for me. He and his mum had a row. It didn’t end so well.” She puffed and bit her lips. She was fuming and her cheeks were a bright shade of red.
“Of course Toby will fight for you, Luce. He loves you and I honestly don’t think he’ll survive without you at his side. You’re not planning to leave him and grant his mother’s wish, are you?”
She started to tear up. I got up and hugged her. “I don’t know anymore, Sienna. I love him—I love him more than anything but I can’t stand being in the middle of him and his family. Even if they are horrible parents—they are family. I don’t want to be that woman who would drive a wedge between a son and his mother.”
I feel her pain and it saddens me that she was even thinking of leaving Toby. She’s a determined woman and she already made a decision. The question is when will she tell him? Toby would be devastated.