Sweet Addiction
Chapter 5; Friends
"What the fuck are you doing here?" An all too familiar voice says angrily from behind me.
Kyle.
I quickly wipe away my tears and turn around with a smile that seems fake on my face but i know anyone can fall for it.
He used to fall for all my fake smiles.
"Nothing. You know. Just enjoying the amazing night." I tell him. He looks angry, very very angry. He suddenly narrows his eyes at me and takes a step closer.
"Who fucking did this?" He asks.
Oh fudge!
What to do? What to say? I've got nothing. I am a terrible liar and anyone, even a baby, can see through my lies.
His hand goes to my uninjured cheek as he slightly tilts my head to look at the damage. I inhale a sharp breath at the warmth coming from his hand even though its very cold out here.
"Who did this?" He asks lowly.
"Sooo...you see-"
"Dont lie to me Vanessa." He cuts me off with a warning glare. I gulp audibly at the intensity in his beautiful eyes. He also called me Vanessa.
Woah.
I dont want to tell him about what mam does to me and i dont want to lie to him.
But why him?
I sigh, "Dysfunctional family."
"What the fuck? And you havent fucking reported this?" He grumbles angrily, already catching up to what i said.
Ooohh, wise guy!
Shut up Marla!
"Its my family. I cant do anything about it because they raised me and i love them." I explain to him, but it seems like im trying to convince myself.
I know what she does to me is completely wrong but the fact that would never change is that she is my mam. The woman i used to love is somewhere in her and will soon come back but it will take time. But she is still my mam and i would never wish any bad thing on her.
"Come with me." He says holding my wrist. I pause and give him a weird look
Ummmm......what!?
He rolls his eyes at me then, "I know you dont want to step into the house and I need to treat your injuries because...." He sighs running a hand through his hair.
Sexy.
"Im your friend." He says and i smile widely at him even though it hurts to smile because of my injured cheek.
Awww....he is so cute and he doesn't even know it.
I lean in closer and wrap my arms around his torso. He stiffens and his arms stay in their position, at his sides, like he doesnt know what to do with them.
I grab his hands and guide them around my waist as i rest my head on his strong chest.
"Thank you." I murmur into his chest. His hands tighten around my waist and for the next one minute or so, we stay in that position with me enjoying the warmth radiating from his body.
I'm the first to pull away, i smile at his emotionless face.
Well atleast he is not scowling or glaring.
"We better get going." He grumbles as he holds my hand and we start to walk through the empty streets still hand in hand.
And for some weird odd reason, it doesnt feel awkward or uncomfortable.
My hand fits perfectly in his. His large hand encircles around mine covering all of it. Butterflies erupt in my stomach at the contact.
We continue to walk further as i admire the beautiful stars in the night sky. As a child, i always thought the stars to be representatives of people who died and are always watching you. The funny thing is that i still believe that. And i know he is out there somewhere watching me.
"Soo.....what's your favorite color?" I ask to break the silence and to also get to know him.
"White."
"Huh....well mine is black." I say. He looks down at me with a thoughtful expression.
"Favorite food?"
"Black coffee." He shrugs and i wince. Euu...black coffee? Its so plain and sour.
"I said food not drink."
"Still black coffee." He glares at me and i roll my eyes. Does this guy eat real foods or something?
"Favorite hang out spot?"
"My office." I raise my brows looking at him. So his favorite food is black coffee and he loves to hang ot in his office.
That must be sad.
"Now that you are my friend, all that is gonna change." I smile at him and he scowls letting go of my hand. I frown as he suddenly stops walking.
"Look just because we are friends, i dont need you to fucking change me." He snaps.
"I didnt mean it like that. I-" He rudely cuts me off.
"Of course you did. You fucking feel pity for me and you feel like you should help me live 'happy' and try changing what i fucking like." He says angrily.
I sigh, "Look Kyle, i dont want to change you. I just want us to create new memories as friends."
He looks at me again with that thoughtful look. I wonder what takes place in that head of his.
Point to note; make a time machine and go into the future to look for a mind reader to use it on kyle.
He continues to walk ahead and i follow him. He stops and i bump into his back.
Oof!
"Sorry-"
"Why are you apologising?" He cuts me off turning around.
"For bumping into you." I drawl massaging my temple.
He sighs, "Why do you keep apoloising when i'm the one who should? Why do you even want to become my friend? Why me?"
My heart aches at the last two questions. Does he think he is not worthy of friends?
"Because i want to be your friend."
"I do horrible unquestionable things." He says with frustration. This again?
I walk up to him and place my hands on his cheeks, not sure if that action is friendly.
Do friends touch each other's cheeks?
"I want to be your friend because i chose to and i also like you." I say and a slight smirk forms on his lips.
"No, no, not like that. I mean like you not like like you....urghh! You get me, right?" I stammer and his smirk only grows.
"Jerk." I hit his chest as i continue to walk. He chuckles deeply behind me and i pause slowly turning around to meet his eyes.
"Did you just chuckle?" I ask and his face turns into a scowl.
"No."
"Are you sure?" I ask smugly and he rolls his eyes grabbing my hand and leading me to where he stays.
"Are we almost there?" I ask, feeling exhausted. We've been walking for hours and my feet are feeling heavy.
"Are you tired?" He asks and i nod.
He leans down to grab something and i feel his hands under my bare knees lifting me up. I gasp and wrap my arms around his neck. I look into his eyes and he is looking into mine intensely. Our faces are very close, like an inch apart.
His eyes fall to my lips and mine also go to his soft lips that look so good. How i wohld want to kiss him? I look up to meet his eyes but his eyes are still on my lips.
I remind myself this is not friendly and place my head on his shoulder and mutter a soft 'thanks'. I hear him sigh and he continues to walk.
You're such a cockblocker.
Shut up, Marla!
My mind keeps replaying that moment over and over and i start imagining how it would feel kissing him. But i know that isnt what friends do and i shouldnt try destroying our friendship.
"We are here." Kyle announces after some good twenty minutes, and places me on the ground. I look up and gasp at the huge house in front of me.
"Jesus Christ." I whisper to myself.
"Is this your house?" I ask.
"Yes."
Holy guacamole!
In front of me is a huge, very huge mansion with huge glass doors and windows. It has a big swimming pool right in front of the house and a dining area outside the big glass doors. There are many beach chairs next to the pool and a stair case that leads to the pool.
This whole place just screams Beverly hills mansion.
Being here makes me feel poor. I follow him making sure not to crack the glass under me. He opens the door and guides me in as I'm left completely speechless for the fifth time today.
The walls are white with large art paintings of ancient creatures, probably Greek related. There is another indoor pool as you walk towards the backyard, a large living room space with large comfy sofas, a fireplace under the large TV screen on the wall.
There is also an elevator that guides you upstairs and another staircase for the same reason. On my left is a kitchen which he is guiding me to.
How rich is this guy?!
We enter the kitchen and he surprises me by lifting me up onto the marble counter. I pout because he always lifts me up like i weigh a feather.
He gives me a questioning look, "Why do you always lift me like i weigh nothing?" I ask crossing my arms stubbornly.
"Because you do." He smirks heading to over to the first aid kit to get the necessary items.
He walks closer to me and parts my legs as he steps closer. I gulp audibly at the closeness our bodies and at the chills running down my spine.
He grabs my chin, staring at my eyes intensely and at a point, i feel like he is going to kiss me.
Please do.
He grabs a cotton swab that's soaked in disinfectant and gently applies it to my injury. I flinch as the liquid causes a sting to the wound, but he keeps applying it so gently.
How can a man with such a hard exterior look be this gentle?
All the while, he keeps staring into my eyes as i get lost in his gorgeous brownish greyish eyes that don't look cold and reserved anymore but warm and lost. It's like he is also getting lost into my eyes.
"So, you live here alone?" I ask pursing my lips. He blinks twice breaking the trance that he was in and simply nods.
"Any-"
"My parents died when i was three. Only live here with my abuela." He says like it's nothing he cares about. My heart aches for him.
Aww...baby.
I dont look at him with any sign of pity because i know that's something he wouldnt like.
Instead i smile, "Is your abuela around?"
"No." He looks at me again with that thoughtful expression with a crease on his forehead.
I reach up with my hands and remove that crease, "Don't do that. You'll grow very old early."
He smirks and just shakes his head as he finishes up and stitches the area, i thank him and he heads back to keep the stuff.
He comes back towards me, standing between my parted legs and places his hands on my bare thighs, his hands going up. My heart beat rate quickens and chills run down my spine.
"Kyle." I warn with a glare as my hands go up to his muscular arms trying to stop him from whatever he is doing but my hands stay locked on his arms feeling the muscle.
What am i doing?
"What?" He asks with a smirk to his beautiful face and i restrain from slapping it away.
"Friends." I say.
"What if i dont wanna be friends?" He asks, his voice deep and husky as his fingers start to draw circles on my thighs.
"Then we can be the best of friends." I smile and he rolls his eyes with a sigh, reaching up to lift me off the counter.
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