PROMISE

FIFTEEN: Classic Kyle

KYLE

I POURED MYSELF another round of bourbon grimacing as it burned down my throat. I refrained from chugging down another one. It was annoying being a doctor at times.

I knew exactly what all that alcohol could do to a person. It was now ingrained in me to be careful about everything that went into my mouth. At times I hated how I could barely do anything without self diagnosing myself.

I sighed loudly staring at the newly stocked mini bar area. All Jason's doing. It made me feel like chasing something I couldn't have. Rather someone. Someone I couldn't have. It was torturous just thinking about what they were possibly doing at the moment.

Groaning, I pushed myself into the couch swirling the contents of my glass, my mind miles away. The only thing that kept repeatedly replaying was Amanda with Jason.

Jasos and Amanda.

Jason and Amanda

Amanda and Jason.

Enough.

I would drive myself crazy if I kept it up. I knew that. Why the hell didn't I go with them?

Who said I couldn't go now?

With newfound strength I stood up ad went into my room for a change of clothes. I put on a casual outfit and was out of the door and on the road in a matter of minutes.

I found the club I heard Jason saying they would be. I went there regularly with my friends. Even Jason a couple of times. Luckily there weren't any queues so I simply flashed my ID at the bouncers at the door and went in. I was a regular so I didn't really need to do that but I still did it anyway. I didn't wait around in queues anymore. It was like stepping into another world with all the music and the disco lights.

Drunk people dancing on the lower level, women swaying their hips to the music. There was no way I could find Amanda here even if I wished her here. The club had several levels and what always caught my attention were the rooms on the second level with lights changing from red to green. There were rimmed with one way glass and I knew exactly how they looked from the inside.

It gave the impression of a sex room. Or whatever they were called. Those rooms with all different kinds of toys. Until you were actually inside one of them.

I pulled my eyes away and tried calling Amanda. Her phone went straight to voicemail. I tried Jason but it kept ringing with no answer. I went to the bar area but halfway there something caught my attention.

Amidst all the writhing bodies, a woman with her back turned to me swayed sensually grinding against another female. There was something about the way she moved that moved and tugged at my subconsciousness. I felt myself growing hard from just watching her. She wore a sexy black dress that barely covered her assets.

I was literally enthralled and drooling, I couldn't move my eyes from her. The only woman that could hold my attention like that was Amanda. Guilt and shame swamped on me so hard I turned away. Just as I was about to a guy moved in on her and tried grabbing her by those salivating hips. The woman tensed just as I did.

Not happening.

I was already halfway to her when she turned around whispering something into the stranger's ear. My body warmed when I saw it was Amanda.