broken trust | k. o'reilly [ON HOLD]

[ five ]

I wake up the next morning to the sound of my coffee machine brewing. I get up, throw on a hoodie to cover up the sports bra and booty shorts I put on last night. I tie my hair up into a messy bun and leave the room, walking down the small hallway and into the kitchen.

Kyle stands in my kitchen next to my coffee machine. A part of me is shocked to still see him here. I thought he would leave before I got up. It's pretty late in the morning too. It's about ten in the morning. Well, closer to 10:30.

"I didn't think you'd be here," I say. "I thought you would have left by now."

He pours the coffee into a mug for me and a mug for him. "I thought I would at least make some coffee before I left. I know how light of a sleeper you are so I knew you would wake up."

I pout and say, "That's not very nice of you."

Kyle laughs and pours some of the pumpkin spice creamer into my coffee and stirs it, handing the mug to me. "At least I made you coffee," he says. "I could have just left and let you make your own coffee."

"Doing one thing right at least," I say, sipping off the coffee. "Mmm. This isn't bad. I forgot how good coffee is when you make it."

We both head to the couch and I curl up in the corner. Kyle sits in the opposite corner and I turn on the TV, bringing up Netflix. "Is there something you want to watch?" I ask, looking over at him. His hair is messy and he's still only wearing a t-shirt and his boxers.

He asks, "Have you seen the documentary on the Cecil Hotel? I've never seen it but people say it's good. It's four episodes long and the episodes are like an hour-long or so."

I shake my head in response to his question and I say, "I've never seen it but I have heard how good it is so I'm willing to give it a shot." I click it and we start the first episode.

Kyle's attention is completely on the screen but most of my attention is on him. He watches the documentary almost in awe.

"How can someone go missing and no one knows what happens?" Kyle asks. "It's crazy."

Turning my attention to the screen, I say, "I don't know."

We watch the documentary for a while, until there's a knock on my door. I run to go answer it. I open it and see Dakota Kai standing in my doorway. "Hey, Dakota," I say, half surprised. "I forgot you were coming over to help unpack."

Dakota says, "I'm sorry I just showed up unexpectedly. I meant to call but I figured you were up. Is now a bad time? You look like you just rolled out of bed."

"I, um," I stammer. "No. I mean, I've been up for a bit but haven't gotten changed yet."

Kyle's voice comes from the living room when he asks, "Everything okay, Ry?"

I close my eyes and sigh as Dakota asks, "Is that who I think it is?" I really hoped I could get Kota to come back later without her knowing Kyle was here.

When I don't answer, Dakota pushes past me and walks down the hall into the living room. Kyle looks back at both of us and he says, "Oh, hey, Dakota. I didn't know you were coming by."

Kota looks at me before looking back at Kyle and saying, "I didn't expect to see you here. Especially this early in the morning."

Kyle looks between both of us and says, "Yeah, I, um-"

"He came to check on me this morning," I interject. "I was making coffee and I invited him in."

I hope that lie works on Dakota. Kyle looks at me and Dakota says, "You were telling me how much you hate him and you invite him in for coffee? Sounds kind of suspicious, Rylee."

The lie is not working. I grab Dakota's arm and drag her down to my room. I close the door and say, "Okay, he stayed the night but only because we started talking everything over. It was late and I told him he could stay. He stayed in the guest room."

I omit the part about having sex with Kyle. She doesn't need to know that.

Dakota squints her eyes at me and says, "You better not be hiding anything from me, Miss Garcia."

"I'm not!" I say. "I promise. He stayed because it got late after our conversation. That's it. We went out separate ways after the conversation. But I lied about who made me he coffee. He made the coffee, not me."

She laughs and there's a knock on my bedroom door. I go to answer it, seeing Kyle. He's now fully dressed. "Adam texted asking to hang out so I'm going to head out," Kyle tells me. "Um, thanks for the, uh, conversation last night. I liked it."

I blink at him and leave the room, closing the door behind me. I say softly, "It didn't mean anything, Kyle. I was drunk and feeling a little alone."

He looks down at me and says, "Maybe you understand how I felt a little bit now. I'll see you around, Rylee."

As he walks off, anger begins to rise within me. I follow him and say, "Do not compare how I felt last night to you cheating on me, O'Reilly. It's different. At least I'm not in a relationship. You could've called."

We stand in the hallway now as Kyle says, "I did, Rylee. I called everyday but you never picked up the damn phone. I just wanted to talk to my girlfriend but you were never around!"

I say, "Do not blame me, Kyle. I had press, I had several matches a week, I had training, photoshoots, and I had to sleep in between all of that."

Kyle says, "You could've texted me. I wouldn't have been mad with a text. I just wanted to hear from you. A good morning text or a goodnight text would've been okay. I felt alone, forgotten, and upset."

I did text him good morning or goodnight when I could. I'll admit, sometimes I'd be rushing around or so tired that I forgot to and we wouldn't talk for a few days. That doesn't give him a right to go and sleep with someone else though.

"You were unloyal, Kyle," I tell him. "I trusted you to at least be loyal to me while I was away and you couldn't even do that."

He says, "I broke you trust, but I'll do anything I can to make sure you know that you can trust me."

My mouth moves before I can stop it. "Last night was a mistake, Kyle. It never should have happened, and it'll never happen again," I tell him.

Kyle looks hurt at my words before he says, "No, it'll never happen again." He walks away and I walk back into my apartment. I close the door and lean against it. I close my eyes and sigh.

Last night was really a huge mistake. I can't let it happen again.