“Did you know this whole time?” I growl and she shakes her head.
“How can I believe you? You’ve been lying to me since day one!” I spit but she keeps shaking her head.
“I couldn’t tell you about this part of my life and I certainly did not know for one second that you were you. You have to believe me,” she pleads but I shake my head.
“How long Lyla?” I ask through gritted teeth, my fists tight at my sides.
“What do you mean how long?” she asks and I clench my jaw wanting to throw something across the room. I’m so fucking mad. Was this a game? Did she do this all on purpose to take all of my fortune? Is this a set up? I need fucking answers but I also want to fuck them out of her.Fuck! My mind is so fucked fromthis girl.This whole time I’ve been paying the girl I want most, the one I’m forbidden to be with–for sex. All this time I’ve been fucking Lyla out of my system, using Mercedes just for her to be the girl I’m hopelessly in love with.Fuck!
Lyla
The Truth Cuts Deep
My heart is in my throat as I stare at Case standing in front of me. He’s so fucking mad and I don’t blame him. I knew that if he found out what I am, he’d run for the hills. What makes this worse, is that I’ve been fucking him this whole time. The man I crushed on for years. The man I’m forbidden to be with. The man who is my stepbrother, turned out to be one of my clients. My highest and most frequent paying client. The only one who made me cum relentlessly, with no remorse. The one who left me yearning for his touch. It all makes sense why I had such a connection with him. But fuck. The look in Case’s eyes right now as he stares at me with disgust, makes me feel dirty. It makes me want to throw on a hoodie and big sweatpants so I can hide my body from his eyes.
“How long, Lyla? How many men has it been since I made you cum in your bedroom?” He shouts, causing me to jump at his tone.
“Only you,” I whisper and he laughs.
“Bullshit! Stop fucking lying to me,” he grits, spittle flying from his mouth.
“I’m not! If we aren’t in here I’m out on the floor serving drinks, that's it,” I tell him, stepping into his space.
“Don’t touch me right now. Please. I’m trying to wrap my head around all this,” he says and I nod, holding my hands up in surrender.
“Then ask me anything, I will tell you the truth!” I yell, getting frustrated with him. Why does it have to be this way? Why does he get to judge me for what I do for a living? But he’s the one paying for it.This is bullshit!
“Is this a set up? Is your mom milking my father for everything he has and you thought you could sink your claws into me because of hockey?” he asks and I immediately shake my head, once again getting into his space, grabbing onto his shirt.
“No, it’s not. It was never like that. My mother doesn’t know shit. She thinks I’m a broke med student.” I stammer, trying to get the words out as fast as I can. His chest heaves in anger. “Please, believe me,” I whisper.
“You wouldn’t tell me what happened at the house but now you want to divulge the truth because I caught you. How long were you going to let this go on? All the texts, all the flirting and making me want you? Huh, how fucking long?” he shouts, letting the growl that leaves his lips linger a bit as he grabs my shoulders roughly, shaking me.
“I don’t know,” I fire back as his hold on me tightens. “Ouch, Case you’re hurting me,” I cry out and he immediately lets me go, taking a step back.
“You don’t know? That’s it. You just planned to lead me on until what? Then come here and fuck everyone for money, like a whore?” he spits and I gasp.
“No, no… I-I—” I stutter but he shakes his head and laughs.
“I can’t believe I fell in love, with a paid fucking whore.” he says, each word sending a knife into my heart. I go to reach for him but the look of disgust riddles his features and he turns leaving the room without a second glance.
I crumble to the floor as tears fall from my eyes. How could he say those things to me? I’m not a whore and I never meant to hurt him. I wanted to tell him so many times but how do you tell someone you get paid to be whatever they want? He would never accept me for who I am. This would never work. How many times have I said we couldn’t be together even if I was lying to myself? Why does my heart hurt so fucking bad watching him walk away from me? Why can’t I just shut the feelings off and move on? I let him in too deep. I let him into my soul with no escape and now look at me. I’m a mess on a rug, in the middle of a brothel because the man I want the most found out who I truly am. And the sad part is—I fell in love with him too. Everything about him, I yearn for. As much as I tried to ignore him, tried to make myself stop wanting him. There he was making his presence known, even if it was just a simple good morning text.No, it can’t end this way. It just can’t.I pick myself up off the floor, get out of this negligee and get dressed, leaving the house without a second thought. I don’t care about cashing out. I don’t care about anything but getting to him as fast as I can.
Getting in my car, I spin out of the parking lot and head… shit where do I go? Is he going to go back to the house or to his dorm? Fuck I don’t know. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I scream slamming my fists against the steering wheel. I reach for my bag and feel around for my phone. Once I find it I turn the screen on and find his contact and hit the green button. It starts ringing and ringing. “Come on Case, pick up the phone!” I yell but it rings out to voicemail. Tears fall from my eyes knowing this really could be it. If he doesn’t answer me, it just solidifies that we are done and there is no chance of saving this. I call again and again notgiving a fuck. I just need him to fucking answer. Bright lights behind me shine through my rear view mirror as a car rides my ass. I switch lanes but the person behind me switches too.What the fuck?Lightening flashes and thunder crashes bringing down the rain. I turn on my wipers, trying to see in front of me but the lights shining in my mirror hinder that.Fuck!I hit Case’s number one more time and yet again it rings out. The car behind me gets closer and I switch lanes again, as Case’s voicemail hits my ears. Finally the car stays where it is and I can see without a glare. My phone beeps and I take a deep breath.
“Case, please call me back or meet me at the house. Please let me explain. You deserve the truth, even if it ruins what we had just please hear me out.” Suddenly I see the car in the other lane drift into mine hitting the back of me. “Oh my god!” I scream as he hits me again so hard I fish tail, screaming as the phone flies across the car. I turn the wheel, trying to right myself but it's no use. I completely lose control of the wheel and the car rolls once then twice down the hill into a ditch.
My head smashes against the windshield as I’m thrown all over the place. Glass shatters, slicing into my skin as my knees scrape against the steering column. “Someone? Anyone? Please help me!” I cry out as I hang upside down, listening to footsteps crunching against the grass in the distance. “No, no, no!” I yell, looking around the wreckage for my phone.Yes!I see it but it’s just out of reach, as the footsteps get nearer. I feel my shoulder pop out of place causing me to scream, as I try with everything I have to get to my phone. My pinky grazes it just as my car door is wrenched open. I close my eyes not wanting to look I’m so fucking scared. My chest heaves with fear as the person grips my seat belt roughly and then I’m set free. He grabs my arm and drags me like a rag doll from the wreckage as shards of glass dig into my flesh. “No, let me go.” I scream but he laughs. I know that laugh.
“I told you Angel, we weren’t finished yet!” He growls, lifting his foot. The last thing I see is his lip curled in disgust and the bottom of his boot slamming against my head, then everything goes black.
Case
Anger & Guilt
Gripping the steering wheel as I drive in the rain to where my brothers are partying for the night, my phone keeps buzzing in my pants. I growl, digging for it and see it’s Lyla.Fuck that.I toss the phone onto the passenger seat and keep driving. I’m done with her. Unfortunately for my father I will not be returning to that house while she is there and I will be doing my own thing during the holidays.Who am I kidding? I’m such a liar.This shit is going to eat me alive. I shouldn't have left her like that. I shouldn’t have said those cruel words to her. I’m just so fucking angry and the buzzing coming from next to me isn’t helping. She’s relentless but I just need a minute.
I need to think. I hate how much I still want her. How much I wanted her to beg me for forgiveness. Laying her down on the bed making—no, forcing her to spill each word—each truth from her lips as she moans, whines and whimpers in the short little purple nighty, it’s all I can see. But no–instead I let my rage blind me, ignoring what my heart really wanted. This whole timeshe’s been Mercedes. I’ve tasted her. I’ve felt her. I’ve been with the girl I yearned for this whole fucking time and never knew and what’s even more mind blowing is she never knew it was me. How? How did this happen? No wonder I’m obsessed with both women because they are just one. One I’m so fucking in love with. Or maybe I have it all wrong and it’s just infatuation.
