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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***R-18***
He knew something was wrong with me.
I was trying so hard not to let the fact that he had a ring hidden under the bed with dust on it get to me.
But all I could think was that he’d bought it for Melissa. As much as I liked Melissa, I feel really jealous. We had been together a lot longer than he was with Melissa. He had been ready to propose to her after only a couple months. We had been together close to a year, and he wasn’t even mentioning it.
Today I had given in and cried about it.
Every day that passed and he didn’t say anything about marrying me, I became more convinced that it wasn’t my ring. It was for someone else. Who was now married to another man.
GOD! I hated feeling like this. I loved Kyson. Even if he never wanted to marry me, I would stay as long as he wanted me. I was that pathetic. Seeing him smile made my day brighter. When he kissed me, I would forget momentarily that he didn’t love me as much as he had loved Melissa.
Then the awful fear that he was still in love with her would sink in, and I would be all kinds of screwed up for the rest of the day. Looking at my book sales no longer made me happy. My heart was breaking more and more every day.
I curled up on the sofa with a cup of coffee and covered myself with a blanket. Kyson was still asleep, but dreams of him proposing to Melissa, which was ridiculous, had woken me up. I needed to get away from him and get my head together.
He would wake up and be upset that I wasn’t there beside him. I felt guilty for not being there. His favorite part of waking up was sex. But images of him putting that ring on Melissa's hand did not put me in the mood for sex. I wanted distance.
Pulling the cover up, I snuggled up against the morning chill and sipped my coffee. There was no reason for me to be acting like this. I had a wonderful life. Kyson did love me. I was sure of that.
I had finished two novels, and it looked like maybe I was going to make a career out of this author business. These were dreams I’d had for so long: being loved and writing.
This stupid ring was ruining all of that. I was letting one pretty rock upset me, take away my joy.
Maybe if I just told him I’d found it. Explained to him that I’m being a baby about it but that knowing he had been going to ask another woman to marry him bothered me. He would understand why I had been so moody, and then I could let it go.
His feet hit the floor in the bedroom. I could hear him stretch, and I knew exactly what that looked like. All those pretty muscles on display. I loved that view. And because of a stupid ring I was in here missing it.
