"Why?"
"I'm not in a position to say." He leaned forward and kissed me.
"Does it have to do with Eugenie? And her death? Does it have to do with the drugs he gave her?"
"What drugs?" He froze and looked down at me. "What drugs?" He said again, this time his voice rising.
"The drugs that made her think she was losing her mind." I bit my lower lip and tried to remember my training. What was I supposed to do and say in a situation like this? I froze as I realized I had no idea. I wasn't a real investigative reporter. I was just a wanna-be and none of my classes had prepared me for a situation like this.
"How do you know that she took drugs that made her lose her mind?" He ran his hands through his hair. "What are you talking about?"
"I found some letters." I took a deep breath, not sure if I could trust him, but knowing I didn't have much of a choice. "She wrote letters."
"She did?" His eyes widened. "What did they say? Where are they?"
"In the closet." My heart thudded. "What did Grant do, Tyler? Why are you working for him?"
"It's complicated Evie. Please show me the letters. Did they mention, Grant?" He asked softly.
"No, she never named him." I bit my lower lip and walked over to the closet and pulled the letters out. "She loved him, but he lied to her about something. She was also on drugs. She seemed like she was losing control."
"Let me see them." He grabbed the letters from my hand and walked back to the bed and turned the lamp on and read them quickly. He placed them on the bed next to him and I could see that he was deep in thought.
"What are we going to do?" I asked as I walked towards him. He looked up at me with a distant look in his eyes. He stared at my body from head to foot and stood up and grabbed my hands without speaking. "Tyler?" I asked hesitantly. "What are you thinking?"
He pushed me down onto the bed, his eyes searching mine before kissing me hard, his tongue taking control of mine as he sought refuge in my mouth. His hands reached down and spread my legs and he positioned himself on-top of me, his c**k resting next to my pu**y. His lips moved from my mouth and down my neck, nibbling everything they touched. He grabbed my arms and pushed them up above my head held them back tightly.
"Tyler?" I said his name again, my body on high alert. He grabbed something from the table next to the bed and I only knew it was handcuffs when he slid one side over my wrists and attached it to the bed post. "Wait, what are you doing?" I asked and closed my eyes as his blue eyes blazed into mine. Still he didn't talk. He turned off the light and reached for another condom and slid it on his already hard cock. His fingers played with my ni**les as I lay there, trying to move my arms, even though I wasn't able to. He laid back on-top of me and kissed me lightly. I felt the tip of his c**k at my entrance and his eyes sought mine. I nodded slightly and he entered me hard and fast. I moaned as he slid into me, filling me up. I wanted to reach out and grab him, but I couldn't touch him.
He sat up slightly and pulled my legs over his shoulder, his eyes filled with desire as he looked down at me. He slammed into me over and over again, his balls bouncing off my pu**y as his c**k claimed me. My body couldn't stop from trembling and I felt him stilling inside of me as he cl**axed. He stared down into my face as we both came.
"I want to erase every memory of Grant from your mind." He said quietly as he collapsed on top of me.
"I'm not thinking of him." I shook my head.
"Why are you here with me, Evie?" He sighed and played with my hair. "Why did you come here?"
"I told you why." I sighed and looked at him. "Maybe I was an idiot, but it's too late for me to have any regrets."
"Why did you cry earlier?" He asked softly as he undid the handcuffs.
"I don't know." I looked away from him. "Maybe at the loss of my innocence."
"You were a virgin last night?" He looked skeptical.
"No." I laughed slightly. "No, I wasn't a virgin, but I also wasn't someone that had one night stands. I don't go from bed to bed." I stared at him. "But I can't say I would blame you if you didn't know that."
"My sister died of a drug overdose." He sat up and crossed his legs as he changed the subject.
"Oh?" I sat up as well and brushed my hair out of my eyes. Was this why he'd gone quiet?
"I didn't know she was on drugs when she died." He ran his hand over his head. "I mean I knew she'd done drugs. I thought she was clean when she died. I thought I'd helped her."