Green Eyed Daydream #Wattys2016

Chapter 50

Tyler's POV

The light shining through the window is blinding. I hide my head under the pillow, and curse at the morning sun. Feeling the throbbing pulse in my aching temples, I finally try to sit up, but I already feel dizzy and nauseous. This hangover is gonna be a bitch.

After a few minutes, I manage to drag myself over to the bathroom to take a piss, and that's when I notice the shower is running. Did I even take a shower? Was I so drunk that left it on all night long?

I open the fogged up glass door, and immediately recognize the celtic love knot tattoo above the equally familiar ass crack...

"Oh, look who's finally up...." Nicole says, turning around. She's lathering up her tits, and giving me, what she thinks is, an inviting smile.

"Didn't I ask you to get the fuck out last night?" I ask her, turning off the water, and tossing her a towel.

She grabs the towel, but makes no attempt to cover herself up.

"Doesn't look like you want me to go," she says, greedily eyeing my crotch.

"It's morning wood, don't flatter yourself," I tell her dismissively, silently willing my stubborn cock to go down.

She walks out of the shower, and dries her body in front of me...slowly...tossing her wet hair from side to side. I suppose she thinks she's putting on a sexy show, but honestly it's doing nothing for me. Nicole has always had a hot body, but her desperate attempt at seduction only makes me feel embarrassed for her.

"I need to take leak, can you just get out of here?" I finally tell her.

She rolls her eyes, ties the towel around herself, and exits the bathroom.

After I'm done, I wash my face, brush my teeth, and decide to skip the shower for now. Need to get this crazy bitch out before I can relax.

When I enter the bedroom, she's laying on my bed, the towel barely covering her. She's propping her head up on her bent elbow...giving me the "come fuck me" eyes.

"Well, should we pick up where we left off?" she asks.

"Where we left off was me telling you to be gone by morning," I remind her.

She sits up, letting the towel fall off completely, and leans back on her arms.

"I saw how you looked at me last night, Tyler...maybe you didn't come out and say it, but I could tell that you missed me. Let's just have one more go...for old time's sake....I know you still want me."

I approach her closer, lean down, placing my arms on either side of her naked body. My face is inches away from hers. "I do want you..." I begin, and watch her open her legs for me. "...I want you to get the fuck out of my life."

Her smile fades, as she immediately closes her legs, and finally covers herself up.

I go to the dresser, grab a t-shirt, and pull it on. I can see out of the corner of my eye that Nicole is putting on her dress, and scrambling to get her belongings.

When she's done getting all her shit, she stands by the bedroom door, and I take that as my cue to walk her out.

I guess a small part of me feels a little bad for her, but I won't linger on those feelings now. The main thing is that I've accomplished the first part of my plan. Now I can focus on getting Carrie to forgive me.

Nicole opens the front door, and gives me a strange look. I can't tell if she's pissed off, or embarrassed.

"I know you think this Carrie girl is a good match for you....but you're so wrong. You and I, we were meant to be together, Tyler. For your sake, I hope you realize that soon. She might be a fun distraction for now, but you're just denying the inevitable...eventually, you will be begging me to come back to you."

"The fuck I will," I spit, and close the door in her face. God, that felt good. How delusional is she? Nicole's definitely not used to being turned down, and being told 'no', but hopefully she's clear about where I stand now.

I walk back to the bedroom, and look for my phone. After checking the bedside table, and my jean pockets, I'm coming up empty. Where the fuck did I put it? Did I use it last night? I can't even remember. I look under the bed, and on the bathroom counter. It's nowhere to be found. Thankfully, I still have a landline for this exact reason.

I pick up the receiver, and dial my number. I hear a faint buzzing, and go in search of the noise. Finally, I find it wedged between the pillows of my couch. I guess it fell out of my pocket last night. When I look at the screen, my heart leaps for an instance. There are three missed calls from Carrie from last night. I can't help but smile, as I frantically press her name to call her back. Maybe she's decided to end this crazy boycott, maybe she's finally ready to talk to me and move on from this.

The phone rings, and rings, until it goes to her voicemail. I'm disappointed she didn't pick up, but even hearing her voice on the recording makes my smile grow. Keeping away from her has been one of the hardest things for me handle, and knowing that she's seeking contact is everything. She wants to talk to me again. Before you know it, she'll be back where she belongs...

I don't waste time, and get in the shower. Not gonna bother calling her back again, just going to go surprise her at work, because I can't fucking wait any longer. Need to feel her in my arms again. Need to press my lips to her neck. Need to know that she still loves me.

I wash the remnants of my hangover away, get dressed, and head out. Can't wait to inhale her scent again. Nicole was so wrong about her. She's not a distraction...she's the best thing that ever happened to me. I miss her laughter. I miss her poking fun at me. I miss how shy she gets, how vulnerable, but also how trusting she is. She trusted me, and I made her doubt our entire relationship. I will do everything to restore her trust again.

I park around the corner from the Valent Advertising building, and walk into the lobby. I'm about to get on the elevator, when I see Carrie walk down the main staircase, and my heart stops. She's smiling her shy smile, while some asshole is draping his suit jacket over her shoulders. They're both descending the steps in unison, gazing at each other like they're walking down the goddamn aisle at their fucking wedding. This is some bullshit. And it stops right fucking now.

"Hey, Carrie!" I yell across the lobby, and nearly everyone stops and looks at me.

She spots me, and immediately her bright smile disappears, and is replaced by a...pained look? Guess she's not happy to see me after all. What in the fuck?