cast l.h

week twelve part six

A/N REMEMBER TO COMMENT. IT MAKES ME WANT TO PUBLISH MORE.

My jaw drops and eyes widen at the girl on the other side of the door frame, she looks like same. Tall, brunette, beautiful. But she also has that aura she's always gave off, an unpleasent one.

She smiles seductively and leans against the door frame, "You gonna let me in handsome."

I glance at the staircase that leads to Izzy, my girlfriend, and then back at Bailey just feet away. Even though my common sense tells me she's just trouble, my mouth replies "Yeah, come in."

Anger is expected to roar inside of me, as it has for the past year. But it doesn't at first. Her look is too pleasant, and hot. She walks past me slowly. Her legs carry along with heels and a short tight dress as if she were just stopping by before going to a club, which could very well be the case.

I follow her into the fire lit family room as if she owned the place and I were just a guest. She had been here a thousand times, so she does know the place pretty well I suppose.

My eyes don't leave her figure as she runs her fingers along the fireplace mantel and then decides on sitting on a seat.

She purses her lips and runs her hands along her long legs clearly attempting to be sexy, which she succeeds at. I remind myself to calm down, that she is an awful person, and that my girlfriend is just upstairs.

Izzy. I love her. This girl in front of me means nothing.

Bailey leans down and adjusts her heel exposing her clearly pushed up chest. I stand, leaning against a table. I swallow hard as I try to take my eyes off of her. She licks her lips, "I heard you were back in town, thought I'd come to see how you were doing."

"Is that so?" I fumble my words. She purposefully continues to position herself in an alluring manner.

"Yup," her red lips pop on the 'p'. "So how are you Lukey?" Her voices hums in the strangely familiar manner.

"I'm good," I say.

"A little birdy told me you have a girlfriend that you brought here to meet your family."

I cough at her mention of Izzy, Bailey stands up and struts over to me. I back up slowly into the edge of a table until her body is practically pressed completely against mine. I swallow trying to compose myself from the lustful manner she tries to pull from me.

My mind stumbles to form the right words, the honest words "Uhh yes, but it's not official between her and I." I mentally punch myself for saying those untruthful things. Izzy is mine, and I am hers.

Bailey presses her body into mine and intertwines her hands into my hair tugging my face close to hers, "Well isn't that just lucky for me," I stare at her lips the way the words form from them.

I clear my throat, "Why is that lucky for you?"

"Because then it isn't too bad of me to do this," she whispers into my ear then kisses my neck as her hands find their way to the belt. She pulls the leather aside. My eyes flutter shut as I feel her aggressive kisses on my neck and her intention to get my pants off.

She grabs my shirt and pulls me from the table edge and pushes me onto the couch. She pushes me back and climbs ontop of me, unbuttoning my shirt and tugging up the bottom of her dress. "I feel awful about what I did you should know that," she says. My eyes widen as I realize where I am and who I am with. "Stop!" I shout. But it's too late, just as I shove her body off of mine and stand up to force her to leave I meet her eyes.