Chapter Twenty-Two -The truth

Brandon

Skyla has been avoiding me for the last two days, and it is really starting to piss me off. I called and texted, but she ignored me. I needed to explain who the blonde was she had seen me with. It is not what she thinks. Molly is a friend; we have been friends for years, and her long-term girlfriend broke up with her without explanation. I took her to lunch to talk and try to cheer her up. I don’t even know where Skyla saw us.

I am annoyed at Skyla. She should have asked rather than jumping to conclusions. I thought she knew me better, but I guess not. Maybe we should have spoken about what is going on between us. I don’t want to be with other women, and I sure as hell don’t want her seeing other men while she is seeing me.

I am done trying to communicate over the phone. I would rather do it face to face. I am on my way to see her right now. I hope she is in. If not, I will wait outside the door until she is. I can’t be assed with all this bullshit and drama. I understand her thinking I am seeing some other woman, I do, but it would have taken her two seconds to ask me who she was.

I head to the front door of her apartment, knocking loudly. I stand impatiently, waiting for her to answer. She doesn’t. I bang on it again harder.

“Skyla, open the door because I am not going anywhere until you do,” I exclaim.

It takes another minute, but I hear the door being unlocked. It is yanked open, and I am met with a mad looking Skyla.

“What the hell do you want? Have you not got the hint by now?” she snaps.
I clench my fists. God, how I would love to fuck that attitude right of her. I don’t answer; instead, I barge into her apartment.

She flings herself around to face me, glaring, “I didn’t say you could come in.”

“I don’t care. We need to talk.”

“There is nothing to talk about, Brandon. Why are you even here? Where is your blonde?”

I am not used to seeing the angry side of Skyla.

“The blonde? She is my friend, Skyla.” I protest.

She rolls her eyes and starts walking away, “Is that the best you can come up with? How pathetic. You could have told me if you wanted to fuck other people.”

I rush after her and grab her hips. I turn her to face me and press her back to the wall, stepping into her. She moans the second I am close. Even when she is mad at me, I still turn her on.

“It is the truth. Molly and I have been friends for years. And if you asked, rather than assuming, I would have told you that. Her GIRLFRIEND of six years broke up with her suddenly. She was hurting, and I wanted to try to cheer her up.”

Molly doesn’t like men. She never has.

A guilty look takes over her face, “S-s-she is only a friend?”

“Yes. Nothing more. And I wish you trusted me enough, Skyla, to ask me rather than think the worse.” I sigh, stepping back from her.

I hate she doesn’t trust me. I haven’t given her any reason not.

“I-I-I am sorry, Brandon. The two of you looked more than friends. I should have talked to you,” she whimpers, tears filling her eyes, “I know it isn’t an excuse, but what happened in my last relationship still gets to me. I find it hard to trust.”

The tears were now running down her cheeks.

“I understand that I really do, Skyla, but I have not given you any reason not to trust me,” I say softly.

I don’t like seeing her upset, but at the same time, it hurts she doesn’t trust me.

“I know you haven’t. Brandon, I really am sorry. I will understand if you want to end whatever this is.” She whispers, rushing off to her bedroom.

Ending it is the last thing I want! I sigh and hurry after her. She is curled up in her bed when I enter her room, still crying. I have a feeling those tears aren’t just from what has happened between us. I think it has to do with her ex, also. I am sure seeing me with some other woman raised bad memories for her.

I climb onto her bed, taking my place behind her. I slip my arm around her, pulling her back to me.

“Skyla, beautiful, I don’t want to end things,” I whisper, kissing over her shoulders.

“Y-y-you, don’t?” I can hear the surprise in her voice.

“No. Can you please look at me?” I ask, stroking her arm.

She nods and turns to me. I reach in, wiping her tears away.

“Are you sure, Brandon?” her eyes search mine, waiting for my answer.

I stroke the hair away from her eyes, “Positive. I was hoping for the opposite of ending things.”

Skyla wiggles her brows, “The opposite?”

“Yes. I think we should discuss what we want. I will start. I want you and only you. I would prefer you not be with other men while we are together. I am not interested in any other women, Skyla.” I state firmly.

If she weren’t leaving in a few weeks, I would suggest we be together for real. As in boyfriend/girlfriend, but she is leaving, and the long-distance thing never works out.

“I don’t want to be with anyone else either, Brandon.” She smiles.

I was hoping she would agree with me.

“Okay, sorted. While we are together, we don’t date or sleep with anyone else. If things were different and you weren’t leaving, maybe we could have become something more real and serious, but we can’t.” I sigh, disappointed.

“So, we enjoy our time and work everything else out when the time comes?”

I kiss her softly, “Yes.”

She smiles into my lips, scooting closer and slips her arms around my neck and happily kisses me back. When we part, I hug her tightly to my chest. She buried her face in my tee, and I played with her hair.

I have no idea how the rest of our time will go. I hate goodbyes, and I am not good at them. My gut is telling me when it comes to saying it to Skyla; It won’t be an easy one. But I don’t want to think about it, not right now.