My Lovely Jerk {Completed}

Chapter - 29

“Elle, you’re having a nightmare. Wake up,” A cool voice coaxed.

I felt myself travel away from the memory I was having and back to reality. With a crack of my eyelids, I found myself underneath the hovering face of Bryson. With my eyes fully open, I stared at him with a sense of pity running through me.

His mother ... did my father give her insurance in time? Did she live?!

I knew a second later that my father didn’t give her insurance because when I was in his office and threatening to take him down, my plans entailed me going to the tabloids and newspapers and telling them that I caught my father sleeping with his secretary.

Which, if I remember correctly, Bryson told me my parents had split because I’d done just that.

Suddenly, as I lay there, staring up at Bryson, it all clicked.

I, now, understood why my parents were no longer together. I knew the connection my father had with Bryson. I, also, knew about my father’s dirty deeds.

A sense of pride washed over me. I was glad I was able to stand up to him. He needed someone to knock him off his high horse.

“Are you okay?” Bryson asked in a low tone. His face was blank, showing no emotion. However, his eyes said it all, he was worried about me.

I outreached my hand and touched his left cheek. My hand, in the process grazed his hair that was still wet from his shower. “I am fine.” I stated, not exactly sure why I was touching and caressing his cheek. I guess I just felt as if my actions would make everything better. As if it would ease the guilt I was abruptly feeling.

My guilt steamed from the mere fact that my father, my own blood, caused so much pain in Bryson’s life. My father could have helped Bryson’s mother ... instead he denied her insurance. “Tell me Bryson about your-” I was cut off from talking as a water droplet fell from the tip of one of his hairs and fell on my face. I smiled and took my hand off his face.

“I need to go dry my hair,” Bryson confessed as I wiped away the droplet from my face.

His figure disappeared into the bedroom not but a second later.  

I sat up from the couch and sighed. Soon, I took note that my headache was gone. For that, I was thankful because the headache I had before my latest memory was absolutely unbearable.

I got up from the couch and trudged into the bedroom. Bryson was not in the bedroom but I heard noises coming from the bathroom.

Standing in the doorway for the bathroom, I saw Bryson ruffling his hair in a towel. I also noticed that he was only wearing blue/green, plaid pajama pants ... no shirt.

I’d no idea how I didn’t notice that he wasn’t wearing a shirt earlier.

Clearing my throat, I took my mind off of impure thoughts. “So, Bryson, tell me ... tell me about your family...” I said, hoping that he would tell me that his mother was alive and well ... sipping margaritas on a beach somewhere.

Bryson paused for a minute but soon resumed drying his hair with the towel. When he was done, he placed the towel on the curtain rod of the shower to dry. His bare back was facing me as he just stood in front of the shower curtain. “What do you want to know?” He asked without turning around and looking at me.

I could hear a strain in his voice, which only made my stomach do a flip. “Just curious about anything in general...”

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you?" He questioned as he spun around and looked directly at me. “Curiosity killed the cat.”