Page 9 of The Scars of Us

I almost ignored the ridiculous question—he knew my rules. Then, I remembered we both had a lot to drink, and it might have slipped his mind.

“You know I can’t.”

“No, you just won’t,” he sighed angrily.

This time, I did ignore him. I didn’t want to fight with him. What we had was the closest thing that I had to intimacy; I didn’t want to ruin that. I cared for Bryce, even if I didn’t know how to show it.

Once I finished getting dressed, I said, “I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” he replied sadly as he rose off the bed. Throwing on a pair of gym shorts, he led me to the front door before walking me outside to my car.

“Thank you for a great night.” I politely remarked as I pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“No problem. Anything for you, Ky.” His eyes were sad as they looked into mine, but he still gave me a smile.

Bryce shut the door for me after I got in my car, then headed inside his condo. As I drove home, thoughts of Ryker still dominated my mind, confusing the hell out of me.

Sitting on the edge of the latest conquest’s bed, I ran my hand through my hair. I blew out a breath of frustration as I tried to rid my thoughts of Kaiya.I’d been picturing her while fucking the blonde bimbo that lay next to me.

Why can’t I get her out of my head?

Remembering the confusing jealously I felt when I saw that prick with his lips on her neck and his hands all over her body, I angrily stood. I got dressed and quickly left the apartment, not caring if I woke up the girl in the process. I just wanted the night to end already.

Clenching the steering wheel as I drove home, I was still tense, unsatisfied even though I had come while fucking the blonde. I basically had just gone through the motions, too preoccupied to enjoy the other woman. My mind was wired with thoughts of Kaiya, wondering if she was fucking the guy that she left with.Why do I care?

Once I got home, I showered, needing to relax. I still didn’t understand why she affected me the way she did—she was nothing special.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

As the water rained down on me, I thought of her full tits, curvy hips, and long legs.Fuck, I want to be in between them so bad, filling her with my cock and making her cry out my name.

Even after the shower, I still couldn’t get her off my mind. I kept picturing my hands tangled in her long, brown hair while my mouth tasted those full lips.Maybe I just need to fuck her so I can get her out of my thoughts.

Falling into bed, I tossed and turned restlessly, unable to fall asleep. The covers tangled around me as I moved back and forth, constricting my body uncomfortably. Kicking them off, I finally settled and stared at the ceiling. It took what seemed like hours before I finally drifted off, and Kaiya still hadn’t left my mind.

Work on a Friday always dragged on and on, especially with a hangover. After Kaiya had left the bar last night, I had gotten wasted with the blonde before we’d gone back to her apartment. I was now paying for it at work.

I’d known better than to get hammered when I had to work the next day, but the whole encounter with Kaiya had fucked with my thoughts. My draw to her perplexed me, and I wanted to know why I thought of her so often.

Forget about her, already.

That would be difficult if I was going to be seeing her at the gym. Kamden frequently worked out, and I assumed that Kaiya would be coming with him, based on her physique. I could tell that she exercised regularly.

Her body is almost flawless. That ass, those tits… fuck, stop it!

I attempted to focus on work, but it was almost impossible with my pounding head. I only had a few personal training sessions scheduled, but I had several group classes for the day, which were going to be hell to get through since I felt like shit.

Later that day, I received a text from one of my friends, Drew:

Drew: Club tonight you in?

Fuck, I had to work tomorrow, but I wanted to get my mind off Kaiya. Maybe the club would be better than the bar had been—lots of women, loud music, and plenty of distractions.

Me: Yeah what time bro?

Drew: My place @ 11

As I knew it would, the day took forever to end. When I’d finally made it to Drew’s apartment, I had almost forgotten about Kaiya—almost. She had continued to linger in my mind, but after a few drinks and a woman beneath me, thoughts of her would be gone.

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