Our Deep End | ✔️

CHAPTER 12

Christian's POV

It was close to nine o'clock when I left Elle's house. You'd think that spending an evening in, with Dad jokes and steak wouldn't be something I appreciated this much, but I did.

I loved how normal Elle's family situation is. In a way, I kinda envied her. Don't think I don't notice the way she rolls her eyes whenever her parents force her out of her room to spend time with them, or how dismissive she can be about family events. Lord knows what I'd do to have that privilege. I was home now, staring at the large framed portrait of my parents.

With the way my father claimed to have loved his wife, you'd think he'd spend more time with his son who shares half her DNA. I'm a liar if I say I'm not used to this. Business comes first in this family. It takes priority over everything...even love. I guess it makes sense as to why I'm the way I am. I don't think too deeply into things, and satisfy myself on a very surfaced level. I do what I must to succeed, and keep it pushing, just like my father. I can't help but wonder what she was like though. You can tell how delicate she was, just by the softness of her smile. I wonder what mine reveals about me.

"I shouldn't have ate so much, I'm bloating like a whale!" Says Kayla, stepping into the living room from the bathroom. I look her up and down, she was looking fit as ever.

"You look great," I half smile.

"Yeah?" She sits next to me on the sofa, and places her hand on my crotch. "I have a feeling I'd look great doing other things right now."

Her voice is laced with seduction, and she begins to run her hand up and down the imprint of my manhood. I don't stop her. She leans over and connects her mouth with mine sloppily, allowing my tongue to slip inside her mouth. In a steady motion she pushes me down to straddle me. I don't feel how I typically would in this scenario, but my disinterest isn't enough to stop her. My mind just wasn't in it for some reason, but why not just get it over with?

"Do you have a condom?" She asks, breaking the kiss to plant her lips on my collar bone instead. I sigh.

"Yeah, I guess."

Suddenly, she stopped kissing me and flashes me a weird look.

"I'm sorry?" She almost sounds offended.

"I just said I do have a condom. The box is upstairs" I reply. My voice comes out more flat than I intend.

She scoffs. "You know, if you're not feeling it today it's fine"

"No I-" She cuts me off.

"It's okay, I uh, I'll just call you or something" She says, shuffling off me, throwing her shoes on and grabbing her coat.

Nice going, Christian.

"Do you need a ride?" I ask, not realizing how much more awkward I've made it. She gives me what seems to be a dirty look.

"No thanks" She replies before walking out the door. No goodbye or anything. It's pretty clear that I've upset her, and I can't find it in me to care. Instead of thinking about how I was ever gonna approach her again, I head to my room and call Elle. The phone rings for a little while, but fortunately she picks up right before the last one.

"Sup, kid." She says calmly into the speaker, and I can't help but laugh.

"Kid?" I ask, raising a brow.

"Kid." She responds.

"I'm older than you. Were you not taught to respect your elders?" I pretend to be offended. My mood is already lifted from the previous Kayla weirdness.