Tough Love

Part 5

Lifting your head from the pillow, you stretched, feeling some slight soreness as the events of the previous evening came back to you. Making you look at the other occupant of the bed, flinching away. Seeing Paul with his head propped up on his hand looking at you.

"Sleep well?"

"I think so despite everything. I think last night was a mistake though," you said, moving away as he just smiled at you.

"See if it would have been a mistake if it was just one time, but it wasn't just one time though so," he said getting up from the bed as you noticed that he was fully dressed. In pajamas, but still more dressed then you were. Because you had the sheets wrapped around you.

"Coffee and breakfast are downstairs if you want to join me. Or you can hyperfocus on last night and make it awkward when it doesn't have to be. We had sex, more than once. Good sex. Vanilla sex but good vanilla sex. All because my son was a stupid idiot and cheated on you. And you have slight feelings for me," he said as he left the room, as you quickly got up and changed back into the clothes that you came to the house wearing.

Walking downstairs, running your hands through your hair to fix the mild case of bedhead mixed with sex hair. Finding Paul pouring coffee into coffee cups.

"You're up," he said, passing the coffee cup to you.

"Yeah well I didn't really have a choice. Wasn't my bedroom and this isn't my house," you said, sipping the coffee and seeing a stack of papers that were by your purse on the kitchen table.

"You can look at those on your own time, then when you come back we can talk about it," Paul said as you picked up the stack of papers and saw some terms that made your face heat up before you put it back down and looked at him.

"Wait, this is why you called last night vanilla sex. That wasn't vanilla it wasn't boring,"

"It's not a slight to you at all. I mean we both know that we were both more satisfied than that last night. But it's not something I really do,"

"Wait, you did that as a courtesy to me last night? Are you saying that Doggystyle is vanilla?"

Paul choked on his coffee as he laughed at your outburst as he put his coffee cup down and continued to laugh and shake his head.

"Doggystyle is for men that want to fantasize about other women rather than look at their partner while having sex, don't insult me y/n," he said nodding towards the papers.

"Fill that out and then we can talk about it next time,"

"Next time? You're confident that I'll be coming back?"

"I kept you coming all night long last night, and it's simple you're addicted now and will have to come back from more. And I'm happy to oblige of course," he said, holding out his hands as you downed your coffee, grabbed your purse and hesitated at the stack of papers and grabbed them. SEeing Paul smile in your peripheral vision.

"I'm not addicted, you're just nice to look at," you said before exiting the house hearing Paul's laughter from inside. Trying to ignore the butterflies that that sound gave you as you got in your car and left.

***

Setting down the stack of papers on the coffee table, you walked into the bathroom intent on taking a shower and washing off the misery and confusion of yesterday. You knew that you didn't drink enough wine for it to affect you. Didn't wait long enough for it to. And yet you still slept with your boyfriend's dad. Or ex-boyfriend technically now that you found out that he cheated on you when he was away in Texas.

So that means you did it impulsively. You slept with Paul out of impulse and because he wasn't bad to look at. And after last night you knew he didn't suck in bed, the rumours you've heard circulating were true about him. But you never thought he could possibly be into the stuff that you had glanced at when looking at that stack of paper.

You heard the door to your apartment open up. Making you stiffen in the shower as you grabbed for a towel and opened the door to the bathroom cautiously, wielding a loofah in your hand. Rounding the corner and holding it up to strike, seeing Evan flinch at you as you clutched your chest.

"Oh my god, you scared the crap out of me. What are you doing here?"

"I still have your key,"

"Yeah well if you were coming to drop it off you could have dropped it off in the lobby of the main building where the mailboxes are," you said walking into your bedroom and closing the door to change.

Coming back out a minute later, with wet hair and tshirt and jeans you held out your hand as he looked at it with a raised eyebrow.

"What? You really want my copy of the key back? I came back to talk to you about yesterday and apologize for what I said yesterday. I jumped to conclusions and I shouldn't have. I should have talked to you and asked about it instead of jumping to conclusions. Plus the alcohol didn't help either,"

You sighed and stepped back, your hand still held out for the copy of your apartment key.

"Well, I found out that you cheated on me while you were out in Texas, and I- '' you said as Evan's face changed crumpling into anger as he grabbed one of the knives from the block and threw it in the direction of the sink in frustration. The knife bounced back and into your face as you jumped back, clutching your face where the knife cut your face.

Evan looked at you with wide eyes, that turned apologetic.

"y/n, crap I'm so sorry, I-"

"I slept with your dad last night, because of you, because he showed me the screenshots of your social media posts of when you were in Texas, I think you need to leave. And leave the key before you leave," you said as you turned away from him and heard the sound of the key on the kitchen counter before the front door closed behind him.

You pulled your hand away, seeing the blood as you grabbed for your phone and dialled a number.

"Can you come please, I need your help," you said feeling lightheaded, replaying the amount of blood that was on your hand when you pulled it away. Going for the couch to lay down before your head meets the floor making your situation worse than it already was.

Ending the call and texting and waiting. Just waiting, as you tried to fight against the urge to close your eyes and succumb to the lightheadedness.