The Possessive Bully

Part 15

"Hi, sweetie-", mum stopped and looked at me.

"Krysh? Are you okay?", she asked.

I smiled weakly at her.

"I'm fine mum.", I said and walked past her.

She was arranging the flowers in the vase when I got home. She loves flowers but is not good at taking care of them that's why she hired Mira, our 40-year-old gardener slash cook.

My mum can cook but frankly speaking, she's not good at it.

"Are you sure?", my mum prompted as I make my way to the stairs. The concern is etched on her face but I don't want to tell her my problems right now.

Because my problems involve the son of his future husband.

"Yes, mum. Don't worry.", I said, not stopping my tracks.

I must look exhausted for her to thinking I'm not okay. Not just because of the volleyball but also because of Tyler and Tiffany.

Tyler's confusing me!

If he likes Tiff, then why is doing those things with me? Argh.

Do I look like a wh*re?

Fvck!

I went straight to the shower and took my clothes off. Maybe, getting a shower would calm my nerves.

I'm really mad right now. Seeing Tyler with Tiff made me realize a lot of things.

I want to ask Tyler our status but what if we don't have one? What if he just wants to fool around? What if he laughs at me?

Argh.

I can't let that happen.

Or.. maybe we don't need to have one. Maybe he realized what happened last Saturday was all a mistake. And we should stick to being step-siblings.

"Ah! I don't know.", I mumbled to myself.

I wrapped myself with my towel when I finished freshening up. I went out of the shower and almost squealed when I saw Tyler on my bed. My eyesights' getting better.

Maybe because of the laser treatments and medicines.

I don't have my glasses on but I can see the man in front of me is Tyler.

His smile vanished when he saw me, it was replaced by inexplicable carnal desire.

His eyes traveled from my head to my toes, lingering on my chest. I just took a shower but now, I can feel the heat again.

I don't know what came into my mind but I dropped the towel and let him feast on me.

His face turned dark, his jaw clenching.

I tried my best to keep a straight face.

"What are you doing inside my room?", I asked.

"Well, I want to talk.", he said, getting up from my bed.

"Talk.", I said and walked towards my cabinet. I can feel his penetrating gaze on my back.

Ghad. His gazes are enough to make me go crazy.

I took out a set of PJ's and a fresh set of underwear. But I don't think I'll need this now.

He stood behind me and pulled my damp hair to the other side of my neck, revealing my nape.

He bent over to plant a soft kiss on my nape, making every hair of my body stand.

My knees weakened as he planted another kiss.

He licked my neck and nibbled it. Making my other lip clench in anticipation.

"You smell fvcking good.", he said huskily as he wraps his arms around my waist. I can feel my insides twitch in delight.

All the questions inside my head, slowly dissipate into thin air. The only thing I could think of right now is Tyler's hand making its way to my bre*st.

I leaned at Tyler when he grabbed my bre*st and slowly knead it.

"W-what do you want to t-talk about?", I asked, gasping for air as he continued groping my bre*st. Slightly pinching my n*pples.

"I missed you.", he whispered in my ears and started nibbling it too.

I'm frantically panting and gasping for air as his other hand crawl between my legs.

"Did mum see you?", I asked. I felt him smirk before he answered.

"I did. I told her we need to finish something."

"Y-yeah.", I mumbled.

I spread my legs as he rubs his fingers around my c*nt. Oh ghad, I felt so weak under his touch.

"Fvck babe, you're wet.", he said and pulled me to the bed, dropping the set of clothes I'm holding.

I sat on his lap, facing astride. He kissed me, a breathtaking hard, passionate kiss.

Different from the kiss Tiff had with him earlier.

Pictures of them flashed in my head.

Oh fvck, Krysh, get a grip!

I pushed Tyler and moved away from him. His eyebrows furrowed as I pick my towel on the floor and covered myself.

"I saw you at the gym.", I started. "You were with Tiff."

He looked surprised.

"Yeah, the boys and I were playing basketball.", he said.

That's not what I want to hear.

"I saw what Tiff did.", I emphasized the word did.

He averted his gaze and shrug, "They were practicing."

He's dodging my questions. This only made me furious.

"I saw the kiss.", I said impatiently.

I want it to come from him. I want him to tell me, to explain. But it seems he's not going to.

He did not look surprised, he even shrugged nonchalantly.

"It's just a kiss."