First Installment for the MAYHEM series
"Innocence was never meant to be addictive."
Addiction has been a part of Kyson Montenegro's nature, and women, in particular have always been his favorite obsession. Being the lead singer in a band has its pe...
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I stared at my phone. I hadn't turned it on since I left. I was scared to. What if Kyson had left me messages? What if he hadn't? What if he was going to doctor's appointments with Kyrie now? What if he had realized he missed his old life? I just couldn't face any of that.
"You look better," Mr. Miranda said.
He wasn't Tito Henry, but he also wasn't Dad. I didn't know if he would ever be Dad. That seemed like a word reserved for someone who protected you and cared for you. He had done neither.
I glanced up at him. He was less pale today. He'd been out of the ICU for three days now. "I went to the house like you suggested and took a shower. I got some sleep and washed my clothes," I replied.
"Good. You were looking exhausted. I'm sorry that Lucas left you."
I wasn't.
I had wanted him to go. He'd stayed, but I hadn't talked to him much. Then three nights after Mr. Miranda's surgery, I'd overheard him on the phone with a girl.
His fiancé. Who also lived in Manila and who he'd been engaged to for a year. All the phone calls he had needed to take made sense now. I had known he was tense and dealing with someone, but I had never had any idea he had a fiancé.
The numbness that had taken over me since finding out about Kyrie's pregnancy and that Tito Henry was my biological father had made telling Lucas to leave easy.
I had pointed to the door and told him to go. Then I'd walked away from him without another word. Lucas was out of my life. Not because I was upset that he had a fiancé, but because I was upset he'd cheated on her with me. He should have never taken me out on those dates. There would be no friendship between us. That had been all I needed to know about Lucas Buenaventura.
"I'm not. I'm glad he's gone," I replied honestly.
Tito Henry nodded. He didn't ask why. Which was good because I probably wouldn't have told him. "I thought you two might be more than friends. The way he stayed near you."
"We were friends. Not anymore. There are things about him I don't like very much."
Tito Henry opened his mouth to say something but stopped, and his gaze focused on something behind me. Figuring the doctor was back, I glanced over my shoulder.
Kyson's blue eyes were locked on me as he stood there at the door. Every emotion I had felt over the past two weeks was mirrored in his eyes.
I stood up and turned to him. "Y-You're here," I said.
"I'd have been here sooner had someone pointed me in the right direction," he replied, his eyes not wavering from mine.
"I . . ." Pausing, I turned back to Tito Henry. "I need to go talk to him."
