A Wifey for the Bad Boy(99)

“Wait, you were with Sean last night?” Kylie asked and Danielle nodded.

“And it was beautiful. It was like nothing ever changed,” she had a dreamy look in her eyes. “Like time never moved.”

Kylie shook her head and sighed.

“This is not happening again,” she thought before she climbed back into her car. “I have to go,” she announced to a still smiling Danielle who flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked away leaving a hurt and confused Kylie in the car. A million thoughts were going through her mind at that moment and the only thought that made sense was breaking up with him, that very moment. She reached for her phone and called him but it was off. She shook her head and dialed his practice.

“Dr. Simms please,” she said when his secretary picked up.

“I’m sorry but he is at the club.”

“What do you mean, club?” she asked.

“The sports club. He goes there every Tuesday afternoon,” the secretary said and before she could say anything else, Kylie had hang up. She strapped herself in and started her engine before she pulled out of the parking lot. Her heart was beating so hard and strong she could almost hear it.

The drive to the sports club would have been a forty-minute drive or half an hour without traffic but somehow, Kylie managed to do it in twenty. She got out of the car and walked into the club. She was either too preoccupied with her thoughts or just too pissed off to listen to the receptionist because she walked right past her and out the back to the tennis court. She looked around, her heart racing but there was no sign of Sean. That could have meant just one thing.

“He is in the locker rooms,” she thought to herself as she made her way to the men’s locker rooms. She ignored the strange looks she got from the men standing next to their lockers as she made her way down the different isles reading the names on the lockers as she went on.

“There you are,” she said when she got to where Sean was. He turned around and looked at her surprised. He was dressed in nothing but the towel around his waist and he was obviously not expecting a woman to be in there let alone Kylie.

“Kylie…what…” he looked around and sighed exhaustedly. “What are you doing here?” he asked when he finally found his words.

“I tried calling you…your secretary told me where you were…” Kylie started before he took her hand and drew small circles at the back of her hands.

“Are you okay?” he asked and she shook her head.

“We need to talk,” she said and he looked at his almost naked body.

“Well, I hate to point it out but I am kind of in a situation…plus we have an audience.”

She looked around and noticed that almost every man in there was literally lurking.

“What is this? The cheerleading squad?” she asked loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Hey, that’s the girl from that firm that handles my PR,” one of the men said as he walked towards Kylie and Sean. Kylie shot him a look that left him frozen on the spot. “Yeah, maybe we should give you guys a minute,” he said as he began backing away. Sean put on a bathrobe.

“Come on,” Sean said as he began leading her out of the locker room.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“My dad has a private suite here. We’ll take the service elevator.”

“You are in a bathrobe,” she said as they walked out of the fire exit.

“Yeah, and I have my keycard in my bathrobe. I can call reception to send my clothes up,” he said as he looked around before he pressed the elevator buttons. Kylie didn’t know what to say or do. All she could was just stand in there next to him trying to construct words that didn’t have any ‘F’ words in them. She made small fists so hard that’s he cracked her knuckles and she never even flinched when he looked at her.

“So,” Sean said when they were finally in the suite. “What is it that just couldn’t wait?”

She took a long deep breath and let her bag drop to the floor.

“Wait, have you been crying?” he asked when he finally looked into her eyes.

“Danielle,” she finally announced and he frowned.

“Wait, what?” he asked and she nodded.

“Your ex ambushed me in the parking lot at Café Mundial…” she started and he smiled.

“You went back to Café Mundial?” he asked leaning against the couch and she put a hand up.

“Yes, but that is not the factor here,” she said. “Apparently she came out here for you. She already knew that you were in California because she has been tracking you down.”

“What?” he asked, surprised.