Chapter 32

Kylie's POV

oIt leaned back on my seat watching as the youngsters band tested their microphones. Deep down I could not overcome the joy I had felt rippling through my insides when I saw how angry Mark had been at my choice of clothes. That had been the intent in the first place and it had delivered the results just like how i had wanted
"You look so happy and am pretty sure it's not just about the band," Mark whispered in my right ear as he leaned
"Trust me, it's just about the band. Where is Mark and Betty anyway? Weren't they just behind us?" as if on cue the couple came in. I hated the jealous that crawled into my skin by the sight of Mark's arms around Betty
Even as they sat beside us the tension between them was palpable. For a moment I wondered whether Mark had come clean about me being his ex-wife. An unsettling feeling filtered into my core as I shifted nervously at my seat. The last thing I wanted was to deal with Betty's hatred towards m
"Hello people. So it's the youngsters for the night and tonight we are performing a little bit different song compared to our usual," the leader announced through his mike
A round of applause followed accompanied with a few cheering. I clasped my hand with Luke's smiling up at him before shifting my focus on the band. The familiar tune made me freeze as my heartbeat began racing.
"Are you okay?" Mark whispered
"I'll be fine," all the while I could feel Luke's gaze on me
"Are you sure? Is it the headache again? I can go get you some Advil or any other painkillers,
"Am fine Mark. I just need some fresh air. I'll be back in a few minutes," I rushed out blindly barely catching Luke asking if I was okay
Rushing into the women's washroom I willed myself to breath to calm my racing heart. I leaned against the wall closing my eyes trying to push memories of Mark away but it was too late
"That song huh! We used to make love to it almost every night," Mark's deep unbridled voice rippled through my inner being hearing it sound so close to my ear.My eyes flew open feeling his warm breath fanning my right cheek. I had not even heard him approach in my state of distraction. I knew I was supposed to shove him away, call him names but the erratic beating of my heart betrayed me. I couldn't move nor could words slip off my tongue
The taste of your lips a lingering sensation on mine
Cruising my body you wanting on it
the scent of us molding into one
turns me on like no other
The magical word of the song rode slowly down the core of my being just as Mark's lips claimed mine with so much ferocity. Suddenly alive I pushed him off me feeling angry. He must have been caught off-guard by my reaction as he stared at me daze
"This is so wrong Mark and you know it!" I stated pulling his face towards mine reclaiming his lips
What was I doing and what the hell was wrong with me? I was kissing my ex-husband in a ladies washroom like some horny hormone driven teenager. What scared me was the fact that I didn't care and as our lips moved harmoniously in sync I couldn't hold back. I wanted Mark so bad that I didn't care whether Betty would walk in on us in this compromising situation or not. He drew back his head dipping down to the crook of my name, his tongue trailing path down to my exposed cleavage. A moan of want rippled out of my throat as I savored the sweet sensation pulsing through the deepest part of my core. I cussed when he tongue trailed up my neck up to my lips claiming them once again. I felt his hand move up my thigh evoking the darkest deepest sinful desires I had been burying for a long. A low growl flowed in the dark quiet air of the washroom and this time it wasn't from me. His hand continued way further up my thigh moving into the apex of my core just as I suddenly pushed him away ignoring the pulsating need running through me
"Kylie…" he trailed
"Just stop Luke," I rushed out afraid if I stayed a second longer I would be ripping his clothes off
Just outside the music showground was a bench by an old building. With only the light of the moon being the only source it was the perfect place to clear my head. I had just betrayed my best friend and Luke. She stood up for me when people tried to bully me.. When I first had my mini heartbreak in eighth grade she beat up the boy for messing with me and yet I had just a hot make out situation with her fiancée in a washroom. I gazed at the moon suddenly wanting to rant out my frustrations to it, a habit I got from Mark. Every full moon he would stand outside and direct his fury to it
"What is wrong with you? Standing up there looking so perfect while I'm here, feeling all miserable. My best friend is in a relationship with my ex-husband who I just kissed. I'm the worst friend anyone can ever have. I haven't even told her the truth and you know what the worst part is? I don't regret making out with Victor…
"I can see you still keep up our little tradition," I turned ready to walk back into the concert but Mark grabbed my arm pulling me to a stop
"What the fuck is wrong with you Mark?" I snapped but he didn't even blink or at least look intimidated.
"You already know what my problem is. You are not honoring your end of the deal,"
"What deal?" I inquired
"The one where I'll be taking you back if I met you within five years of our divorce,
"That wasn't a deal. That was what you being a possessive freak imposed. Wait, is that what you are trying to do? To take me back. You paid the band to sing that song then followed me into the bathroom because you knew I would already too emotional. You can go to hell for all I care Mark but I'm never going to be yours!" I tagged my hand free from his grasp
"That's whereyou are wrong Pearl. I take what I want and deep down you know you want me to," he smirked
Then he let go of me before sagging forward unconscious as I caught him just in time before he went plummeting to the ground. What the hell