20 - You're Drunk

I stepped into Kyle’s house and I was immediately engulfed by the sereneness of it all, the neutral colored curtains draping softly to the floor adding to the warm glow that the cream colored walls provided. I took it all in as I walked in, Kyle’s hands placed on the small of my back.

“You have a – lovely space.” I said to him.

“Pretty small isn’t it?” he said and I shrugged.

“I mean for a billionaire – it’s pretty small.” I chuckled walking further into the house and dropping my bag on the table in his dining room while he followed suit behind. He took off his suit jacket and rolled his sleeves to his forearms and revealing some set of muscles that pulsed with each movement he made and I gulped, pulling my eyes away from and concentrating on scrolling through various apps on my phone, I so did not want to look at him.

“Do you want something to drink?” he looked at me, his eyes scanning through the mini bar at the corner of the room.

“Something strong.” I suggested because that was all I needed, something to take my mind off the disaster that was my life. I peeked through my messages, hoping there’d be something from Shawn, saying that he was sorry and he wanted me back but my heart fell at the emptiness of our chat box, I immediately turned back to Kyle.

“Something really strong.” I said again just as he was pulling out a bottle of vodka with two glasses and he smirked.

“Strong enough?”

“Perfect.”

KYLE’S POV

Her laughter rang in my ears as she doubled over from a silly joke I made, with tears in her eyes and downing the umpteenth shot from her glass, I knew she was drunk. Aria only laughed this hysterically when she was this intoxicated. Her eyes sparkled with wildness as she stared at me, mesmerizing me with her diamond green eyes that was in fact drawing me to her but I had to maintain my composure. I wanted her but I wanted to have her the right way, and I wanted to atone for my sins that were so grievous, it plunged at my chest every day - a sin that had remained my dirty secret all these years and the exact reason I had left her.

“You know Kyle, we used to have the best sex in college.” she was definitely drunk but I didn’t say anything, I loved to watch her ramble.

“It was wild, animalistic and just raw desire.” she was slurring her words now, “Remember the first time, in that lecture room.” then she closed her eyes with a sigh before staring back at me. We were seated on the sofa, her black dress inched up her thighs a bit exposing her succulent skin with my hands itching to touch them and caress them like it was a ritual I had to perform but I kept my hands to myself.

Just friends.

Then, she scooted closer to me – her drunk stare holding me captive

“Have you been reminiscing – about me?” I asked her because I was curious and I wanted to know if she had been thinking about me just as much as I had been about her. Did I invade her mind the way same way she shamelessly invaded mine?

“You’ve been haunting my dreams Kyle Hart,” she confessed and it was the way she said, her tone low and seducing with her eyes never leaving mine, I managed to stifle a groan. She took another gulp of vodka and she grimaced as she swallowed it. “ – and then you actually show up in real life – haunting me.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

She shook her head, “It’s not a good thing either.”

“Doesn’t he satisfy you darling?” I waited for her response, I wanted to hear her say that I was the best she had ever had, to feed my ego in that tantalizing way and tell me how much she has yearned for me after all these years but Aria remained silent, and this time drinking directly from the bottle. I could already feel a slight buzz in my head but I wasn’t as drunk as Aria, I couldn’t allow myself to get that drunk not with her sweet smelling scent hovering around me which she made worse by scooting even dangerously closer to me, her hands unconsciously placed on my bare arm and her eyes locked in mine.

“Not like you did.” she revealed in that same tone that drove me crazy and I stifled a groan, she’d be the death of me.

“You shouldn’t have told me that.” I said to her, “It’ll make me want to take you right here and right now.”

“What’s stopping you?” her eyes roamed my body selfishly and inching even closer to me, her creamy thighs exposed and screaming at me to caress them but I forced myself to look back at her face but that wasn’t going to help anything – her eyes alone defined seduction.

“Aria – you’re drunk.” I reminded her and she shrugged.

“So? I need you.”

That was enough to drive me crazy but I couldn’t give in. Her hands travelled up my arms, and finding their way to caress my face with my chest constricting at her touch. She drew nearer to me, and her face was just a few inches away from mine with our lips almost touching.

“Just like old times.” she whispered against my lips.

“Aria – ”

“Shhh.” she placed her hands across my lips shushing me, I could almost feel her lips on mine but I pulled away slowly, grabbing hold of her hands

“You don’t want me Kyle – you don’t want the raw animalistic sex.”

“I’m not going to fuck you while you’re this drunk Aria.” the disappointment grew on her face but it was much better than seeing regret when she woke up in the morning.

“Look who’s being an upstanding citizen – Kyle fucking Hart, same guy that stepped on my heart like it was some piece of trash.” she stood up drunkenly in a haze, her hands still holding tightly unto the bottle of liquor until she tripped suddenly on something on the floor, falling unto my lap and my hands immediately finding her waist to steady her.

She looked at me, I looked back at her and I knew that this time if she attempted to kiss me it was going to be hard to resist her. But just when she closed her eyes, and it felt like I was going to feel her soft lips on mine, I felt some warm liquid spilling all over my body and when I opened my eyes Aria was puking out her guts.

“Oops sorry.” she said before blacking out.