A TASTE OF CANDY POISON

CHAP 15🌸

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The cool water cascading over my face had done little to soothe the turmoil churning within me. The remnants of Mark’s kiss lingered on my lips, a phantom sensation that sent shivers down my spine, honestly his lips are soft, Kissable.

The air in the bathroom was thick with the scent of peppermint and the lingering scent of Mark’s cologne, a potent reminder of the chaos that had unfolded in the kitchen.

I emerged from the bathroom, feeling a surge of self-consciousness. My reflection in the hallway mirror confirmed my suspicions – my cheeks were flushed, my hair damp and unruly, and my eyes held a flicker of something I couldn’t quite decipher,and I was wearing Mark's grey shirt and boxer.

I was feeling a mixture of confusion, anger, and a strange, unsettling sense of excitement.

Am I going crazy or something?

I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure. The encounter with Mark had left me reeling, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. I was furious with him, betrayed by his actions, but I couldn’t deny the strange pull I felt towards him, a magnetic force that defied logic and It's addicting...

As I stepped into the living room, the scene before me only served to amplify the turmoil within me. Mark and Adam were seated on the couch, their conversation punctuated by bursts of laughter.

Adam’s face was lit with a mischievous grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Mark, on the other hand, appeared subdued, his usual swagger replaced by a tense stillness.

His forehead was creased, a prominent vein throbbing in his temple, a telltale sign of his suppressed annoyance.

Adam’s gaze immediately locked onto me, his grin widening. “Well, well, well, look who’s finally decided to grace us with their presence,” he drawled, his voice dripping with mock surprise. “Didn’t think you’d ever make it out of the bathroom, considering the state you were in.. well fucked."

I ignored his teasing, my gaze fixed on Mark. He remained silent, his eyes fixed on the floor, his expression unreadable. The tension in the room was palpable, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken truth that hung between us.

“So, what happened last night?” Adam continued, his voice laced with a hint of curiosity. “I heard you had a bit of a wild night.”

I felt my cheeks flush, a wave of heat rising to my neck. I knew Adam was referring to the party, the night that had culminated in Mark’s betrayal. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him about what had happened, about the kiss,the drugs that make cause me to take advantage by Mark,and about the unsettling mix of emotions that had left me reeling.

“Nothing much,” I mumbled, trying to sound nonchalant. “Just a bit of a late night.”

Adam raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. “Oh, really? I heard you were quite the hit last night. Apparently, someone was searching for you.”

My heart skipped a beat. I knew Adam was referring to Kylle.

“Who told you that?” I asked, my voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

“Oh, just a little birdie,” Adam said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Apparently, your beloved Kylle was quite worried about you. He was asking all sorts of questions, wondering where you went, what you were doing.”

I felt my cheeks burn with a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, unfamiliar thrill. The thought of Kylle searching for me, worrying about me, sent a jolt of excitement through my veins.