Chapter 11: Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven: Mistakes are Made

Kyle

After the big blow-up with Nyla and my mom and sister barging in on us, she had left after greeting them. I was upset with myself, I know what I had said to her was wrong. I was being unfair to her and I knew she was right. I was the one who threw caution to the wind and didn't protect myself and her from what we knew was about to come when having unprotected sex, but I couldn't admit it to her, my ego wouldn't let me. My mom and sister were curious as to who she was and why we were arguing and Nyla was about to tell them that she was my sex slave–well not technically as yet since she didn’t sign the contract.

I had to cut her off before she could utter it out of her mouth. I had told them that Nyla was my girlfriend. When I said those words, I saw that she turned in my direction immediately and I was silently pleading with my eyes for her not to say anything about “the contract,” while hiding the pregnancy test and the key from both my mother and sister by putting it inside the envelope with the contract that Nyla threw at me. She seemed to have caught on since she had told them that we were arguing just like normal couples would.

I couldn’t tell them about what Nyla and I were they would probably be disgusted by me. My mom seemed to have been, though because she said the words that I loathe the most for I was not like that man, “you’re just like your father.”

As soon as Nyla had left, I excused myself and headed for my room. I didn’t want my mother to question me any further.

Walking up the stairs, I went inside my room. Laying on my bed, I started thinking about Nyla. She was weighing heavily on my mind and the guilt was slowly sinking in. I needed to go and do what I should've done in the first place, talk it out with her and be more understanding. To do that I had to meet her so we can discuss what to do and where to go from there, but the question was, was it too late? After all the things I had said to her- heck I wouldn’t ever forgive me if I was in her shoes, but it was still worth a shot.

Taking my phone from outside of my pocket, I dialed her number, but there was no answer. The phone just kept ringing until eventually, her voicemail came, seeing that she wasn’t going to answer my call I left a voice message on her phone in hopes she will hear it.

“Nyla, I’m sorry for the way I acted earlier and I’m sorry for all the mean things I had said. I know I was stupid, and I need to see you apologize for my behavior. Could you come over so we could talk and work things out?”

***

Hours had passed and there still weren't any calls or texts from her indicating that she had gotten my message. Growling in frustration, I got up and went to get dressed. I was going to go to Joe's local bar to get a drink to ease my mind. In moments like these, I wish I had friends. Being rich I have met a lot of persons that were after my money, they were pretending to be my friends. Disgusted by them, I decided that I didn’t need any in my life.

Arriving there, I saw that the bar was packed as usual and I had to push my way through many persons to get to the bar to order a drink.

“Two double shots of vodka,” I shouted to the bartender over the music while taking a seat.

Coming back with my drink he handed it to me. Taking it, I drowned the burning liquid down my throat.

“I can see that you’re tense,” a petite blond with perky tits said while flashing me a smile.

“Something like that,” I mumbled back. Taking a seat beside me, she ordered a root beer before she started speaking again.

“Tell me what happens, let me be your listening ear for tonight.” She offered politely. Seeing that I needed to vent and get it off my chest to ease my guilty conscience, I ordered two more shots before I started singing like a canary without thinking of the consequences.

“I can see why you’re drinking so much and wearing a sad look on your face. You should have been more gentle and kinder to her,” she said after I finished telling my story.

“Tell me something I don't know,” I mumbled back.

“Bartender” she called, “could you give this gentleman two more shots of vodka and one more glass of root beer for me.”

Handing us the drink, I took mine and drowned it down once more. By now the effects of the vodka were taking over and I started speaking incoherently and my member was slowly rising. This always happens when I drink too much. Pretty blond must of saw it because she stalked right over me and start rubbing on my thigh and nibbling on my earlobe.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” She seductively asked in my ear.

“Kyleee and yoouuu?” I slurred.

“Victoria,” she replied. “Let me take care of you, let me ease that tension you have built up inside of you.” I heard her moaned in my ear. I knew it was wrong, but it felt so right and good.

“I need to go; I can't do this. I have a girlfriend; I need to fix things with.” I slurred again while pushing her away. Getting up, I tried to stand, but I failed miserably and almost fell, but she caught me in the nick of time and held me up.

“Your girlfriend doesn't want the same, so I guess the feeling isn't mutual. Plus, you’re too drunk to drive home.” She reasoned.

“How did you know I drove here?”

“I saw you when you came out of the car.” She replied. I was too wasted to care if her intentions were true. All I knew is that I just wanted to get home and speak to Nyla. Still holding me up, she led me to the parking lot, where she took my keys out of my pockets and pressed the unlock button to see which car was mine.

Hearing the beep, she led me to my car and put me in the passenger seat, then buckled me in before she got in around the driver’s side.

“What's your address?” She asked.

“12 Amber Lane, New York.”

Starting the car, she drove off. The ride to my house was in silence and I appreciated it.

***

Reaching my house, she helped me out of the car and inside the house, leaving the front door wide open. Inside was dark, which meant that my mom and sister were out or they were sleeping.

“Where is your room?” She asked.

“Upstairs, the one on the right.” Struggling with me up the stairs and into my room, she placed me on the bed.

“I want you,” she whispered fiercely, “I want you so bad, and seeing that you’re too intoxicated to do anything am just going take you without your will.” Undressing me and herself, she straddled me and started kissing me. I was trying to push her off, but I was too weak and it felt too good. Abandoning my lips, she moved to my neck where she licked and sucked between intervals.

“That feels good,” I moaned.

“Well, I do hope she makes you feel better instead of good,” I heard a familiar voice at the door. Oh Lord, please don't let it be who I think it is.

“Nyla” I called out, but the only response was the echoing of her feet that got faded as she stormed down the hall.

Gathering all the strength I had, I pushed the girl off me. Putting on my underwear my pants and my shirt I got dressed in less than a minute. Running outside of the room, I was calling out to her, trying to get her to stop but she wouldn’t.

Reaching the stairs, I took a step forward, but the place was still dark and I was too drunk and very much unbalanced that when I put my foot forward, I lost my footing and started rolling down the stairs while crying out from the pain I was feeling. Reaching the bottom, I heard Nyla shout “Kyle” before darkness consumed me.