Oh hell, I was definitely fucking Rylan McKenzie tonight.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Did he change his mind?
Between the phone and the lake, my eyes muscles were getting lot of exercise darting back and forth.
I’d arrived a few minutes early to a candlelit gazebo dressed in a yellow maxi dress and sheer star covered long sleeve crop top.
That was twenty-two minutes ago, and Rylan still wasn’t here.
I checked my phone for the thirtieth time, then hit call on his name. Like the previous attempts to reach him, it went straight to voicemail.
He arrived at the castle an hour ago. Imogene caught up with me on my way out with a big smile, and two thumbs up. She said he was looking mighty fine tonight.
Too bad I couldn’t see for myself.
I stared over the lake, and my face grew hot. Putting myself out there like this wasn’t easy. Rylan and I had become close, and I didn’t like how his absence picked at my insecurities.
Did he change his mind?
Am I too boring for him?
What if he wanted someone younger?
Or prettier?
Less gray hairs that didn’t get touched up?
“Oh hell, Tempie. Enough.” I stood and blew the candles he set up with more force than needed. With my clutch and phone in my hands, I marched up with path to the castle.
I was a grown-ass adult and could get to the bottom of things. There was no reason to let my mind go into self-loathing territory when I could confront Rylan and get the truth.
The shiny armor at his door waved and I didn’t bother knocking. I was pissed and had a key. Fuck it.
The room was empty as I entered. Even Russel wasn’t on his tree in the corner.
“Rylan?” I called out, trying to keep the bite in my voice to a minimum. He didn’t respond but I noticed the bathroom light was on.
Something inside me softened. Maybe he was sick.
“Rylan? Are you okay in there?” I asked, walking slowly toward the open door.
“Temperance.” He groaned.
There’s a plethora of outcomes I’d find inside his bathroom. All required the caretaker in me, which wasn’t how I saw this night going but that’s what being with someone was like. Sometimes you got the rainbows and sunshine, and sometimes you had to deal with the messier side of things.
“Rylan, I’m here for—”
“Temperance.” He moaned as cum shot from his cock onto the bathroom tiles.
I stood there, mouth wide, gaze stuck on his hands pumping up and down his dick as he came.
Out of all the things I thought I’d see happening in this bathroom, him masturbating wasn’t one of them.
When his eyes found mine, his expression fell, as did his hands.
“Temperance. Fuck. I’m so sorry.” He washed himself off and stepped out of the shower, keeping as much distance from me as he could.
