Break My Fall(26)

They were all returning to college soon. I was secretly jealous of them, their opportunities were limitless, mine less so. I had brains, just no opportunity to use them other than reading.

I thought about the evening two weeks ago, when Kyle had come back from one of his business trips…

It was a Thursday night and I had decided to join in their poker night. I was sitting beside Dixon listening to him teaching me the rules when Kyle had strolled into the room. He’d sat in the armchair opposite to where I was on the floor observing the game with a look of thunder on his face. Whenever Dixon had leaned too close to me, or left his hand on mine too long, Kyle had shifted in his chair or cleared his throat.

His boiling point had been when I won a game and Dixon had kissed my cheek. I hadn’t wanted Dixon to touch me, much less kiss me, but I had remained still. Kyle hadn’t. He had practically jumped out of the chair and stormed out, slamming the sitting room door behind him. I had gone after him, unsure as to why, but I had.

“Is everything okay Kyle?” I had asked when I found him in the backyard. He was leaning against the garden wall pressing his forehead against the cool stone.

He’d swung around when I spoke. Glaring at me, he’d spat. “Is everything okay? How could anything be okay with you here?” He had then proceeded to kick over a flowerpot, implying some snide comment that ‘he guessed I was just the same as the rest of them’ before storming into the house. After that, life was miserable in the house.

Kyle made rude, suggestive comments whenever he had the opportunity and I stayed in my room more often than not. I wasn’t sure why he had been so angry with me for playing poker. I guessed it was to do with mixing with his friends. I didn’t join in any more poker games, or go downstairs when they were having a party. I kept away from Kyle and his tumultuous mood swings.





Kyle





She was driving me fucking insane. I couldn’t get the taste of her out of my head, or the feel of her when she’d been pressed up against me. I wanted in her so bad, I thought my balls would shrivel up and fall off.

I’d slept with more women in the past few weeks in a bid to get Lee out of my head, that I’d lost count. They didn’t help though; I’d just imagined her face every time I came, which defeated the purpose.

She was taunting me on purpose, fucking flaunting herself around the place, flirting with Dixon. At the club, she’d asked me if I wanted her. Was she crazy? Of course, I fucking wanted her, that’s why I walked away from her that night. I was doing this for her. I wished she wouldn’t make it so goddamn hard for me.

I should be relieved she flirted with Dixon. I couldn’t have her and he was doing me a favor. Then why did I feel like ripping his and every guy who looked at hers’ head off?

“Dude, where are you going? We have class in like ten minutes?” Derek called from across the campus quad.

I shook my head, “I’ve got to sort some work out.” Fuck, this was harder than I thought it would be. I’d managed work and school last year without a hitch, but Lee was throwing a spanner in the works and my head was all over the place.





Chapter Eleven





Lee





I arrived to work ten minutes early this morning. I’d wanted to get a head start on my chores. I’d been working at the hotel for two months and was settling into a comfortable routine. Every day I clocked in, checked the room roster, grabbed my cleaning cart and set off in the staff elevator. I liked to start on the top floor and work my way down to the first.

I was scrubbing the skirting boards in the first floor corridor, when Linda’s voice called from behind me. “There you are,” she said as she rushed towards me. I looked up from my hands and knees position on the floor. “I need you downstairs in the Mr. Carter’s office ASAP.” She pulled me up and started loading my cloths and spray onto my trolley. “I’ll get this cleared away, but you better get downstairs.”

I stood and straightened my dress. “Okay, is there something wrong?” I was nervous. Linda never asked to do anything besides work my cleaning route before.

“Yes and no. Mr. Carter is here and he is a little angry. I went over his head hiring you; he usually does the hiring and the firing.” Firing? I swallowed a gulp of air, my hands fluttered to my chest. “Oh, don’t worry Hun; he’s not the worst of them. He just didn’t realize I hired you. He probably just wants to check you out for himself.” She smiled at me sympathetically. “Go on now and don’t keep him waiting.” She gave me a little shove towards the elevator.