Dating Hollywood's Bad Boy

Chapter 19: "I. . . . I love you."

Chapter 19

Kaylyn’s POV

I looked at Jack for a moment before crushing him with a hug. He awkwardly patted my back as I squeezed the life out of him.

I was just really in need of a hug.

A few moments later I pulled back and sniffed.

“I’m sorry to barge in, but I kind of need a place to stay,” I admitted in a quiet voice.

“You’re welcome here,” Jack said with soft, sincere eyes. I gave him a small smile before grabbing my backpack from the porch. Jack closed the front door once I was in the foyer. I started to walk upstairs, when I heard something come from the living room that made me freeze.

“What was that?” I asked, looking at Jack suspiciously. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“It was-”

“Jack,” an annoying, extremely high pitched voice whined. A woman appeared in the archway, then walked over to where Jack was standing.

She had dull black hair, and what looked to me like grey eyes, though I wasn’t entirely sure. Her features were sharp, making her pretty, but not exactly drop-dead gorgeous.

“Kaylyn, this is Melissa, my costar,” Jack said, waving his hand in between the two of us. I narrowed my eyes at Melissa. Who did she think she was?

I finally realized something was off when I looked back to Jack. His hair was a lot messier than usual, faint pink smudges ran down his face and neck, not to mention his shirt was slightly unbuttoned.

He hadn’t been. . . . I couldn’t even bring myself to say the word. . . . Cheating?

No. I trusted him. He couldn’t have cheated on me. I mean, there wasn’t even a real relationship; so technically it didn’t matter if he was being ‘faithful’ to me.

It was all just a lie anyways.

I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair, snapping myself back to reality.

“Look, can I stay here tonight? I’ll leave in the morning, I just need to sort everything out,” I said. I was exhausted, what with everything that had happened to me.

But I did not want to add being cheated on to the list.

“You can stay as long as you need to,” Jack said as he took a step toward the stairs. I held up a hand to signal for him to stay where he was.

“I’ll be in your room,” I mumbled, then trudged up the rest of the stairs. If I had said that I was going to one of the spare bedrooms, he would’ve insisted that I sleep in his bed anyways. He always wanted the best for me, it seemed.

Once I reached the extravagant bedroom, I felt some sort of relief. It was odd, but I almost felt relief from the fact that Jack had moved on. That he didn’t really love me, that I had just imagined the way he looked at me as if I was the only girl in the world.

Because that way I wouldn’t have to hurt him.

I grabbed my toothbrush and pajamas, heading to the bathroom. Once I was ready for bed, I slumped into the confines of the soft mattress. The memory foam wrapped around my body, comforting me and keeping me safe.

I heard the bedroom door open quietly, then soft footsteps and the edge of my bed being dipped down slightly. I pretended that I was already asleep, hoping he would just go away.

“Kaylyn?” When I didn’t answer, he stayed. “Kaylyn. . . . I know you’re sleeping, but there’s something I need to tell you. Something you need to know. First of all, I’d never, ever cheat on you. That is something you can be sure of.