A Wifey for the Bad Boy(100)

“Yes, and she told me that she was with you last night.” A tear rolled down her cheek. “I knew you were too good to be true.”

“Wait, Kylie,” he started.

“I came out here to look at you when I let you know that I am the one breaking up with you,” she said.

“Kylie,” he said again.

“I should have known better,” she said as her eyes ran down his torso to the perfect ‘V’ of his pelvis.

“Kylie…wait.”

“I don’t even know why I let you talk me into coming all the way here….what the hell…”

That was it, he couldn’t let her finish that sentence. He took a step forward and took her face in his hands before he lowered his head to kiss her. She exhaled into his mouth as she felt his lips gently massaging her own and without even wanting to, she was kissing him back. Their tongues were gently caressing each other and her senses were full of his scent. When he finally pulled away, she was breathless.

“Why did you do that? I broke up with you?” she said in a soft voice.

“Well, I don’t want to break up with you,” Sean said in a whisper. “Ever.”

“But Danielle said she was with you last night,” Kylie said as she looked at him. “You told me you had to scrub in a surgery at the local hospital.”

“I did. I was,” he said. “But I think Danielle is more psycho than I ever thought.”

She shook her head and shrugged.

“What do you mean ‘psycho’?” she asked and Sean took a long deep breath.

“Remember when I told you that my last relationship was a shipwreck?” he asked.

She wanted to smile. The exact words he had used were that the ship hit an iceberg and sunk taking everyone down with it. His own version of Titanic without any love story or survivors. But this was not a situation that warranted her smile or even a quiver of the lip.

“She was fine at first but things began changing…fast. She suddenly began following me everywhere, demanding to know who I had been talking to, snooping on my phone…it was just too much. So when I told her that we were done, she actually threatened my life.”

“What?” Kylie asked, surprised.

“She even started slipping me mercury in my food but she hadn’t thought too far ahead because hey, doctor and everything, I got a full work up done…it took a while because mercury doesn’t really show up in a basic toxicity screen.” He exhaled loudly. “Turns out she is a paranoid schizophrenic and even though she got help, underneath it all she was still a little crazy ergo the checking up on me every two minutes.”

“So, she was under medication when she was doing that?” Kylie asked and he nodded.

“By the time I moved out here she was committed to a rehab,” he said.

“Wait, she didn’t get convicted?” she asked and he shook his head.

“Clinically insane. She was supposed to be there for a few more years so I don’t understand why she is out and in California to make things even worse,” he said.

“I’m so sorry…I don’t know what to say,” Kylie said.

“You don’t have to say anything because as far as this whole mess is concerned, I did see her last night.”

“Oh,” she mumbled.

“But it was not something I planned. She just showed up outside Sheffield Memorial…I didn’t plan it or anything but I did see her.” He held her waist and looked into his eyes. “I told her that I was going to take a restraining order and she told me that she is not here to cause any trouble. She said she only wanted to reconnect.”

“So, what’s going to happen now?” she asked and he pulled her to himself.

“I took the restraining order anywhere and because I knew that she was going to target you, she was in direct violation by contacting you because she was served with the papers in the morning.”

Kylie shook her head.

“I’m scared,” she said in a soft voice. And she genuinely was.

“I am not letting you out of my sight, Kylie,” he said as he held her close. “Not until I know that the long arm of the law has caught up with her.” He brought his head down and brushed her lips lightly. “But until then, you will be staying with me.”

“But…” she started but he slipped a hand to her ass and kneaded it gently making her go silent mid-sentence.

“There is no negotiating about this, here,” he whispered before he kissed her again. She slowly brought a hand up and held the back of his neck as she angled her head slightly. She pressed her forehead into his and he brought his hand up to hold a lock of her hair. “You have no idea how crazy you drive me.”