Adaptation (Wanderlust Sequel)

2. The Town

I finish zipping up my suit case and struggle taking it off my bed.
"Kyle! Are you ready?" I call out
  No response.
  "Kyle??"
No response.
I walk out of my bedroom and down the long hallway.
  "Kyle?!"
  "What?" He says on the couch playing games on his Ipod touch.
  "Kyle, when I speak to you, as your mother, I expect you to speak back" I say
"Huh uh" He says not looking up
  "Okay hand it over" I stick my hand out and he places the thin ipod in my hand.
"This is why I don't get you a phone." I say.
"Go get your bag. Armando is going to meet us at the Airport because he had to go to the kitchen. Hurry up please. Love you."
Armando is a professional chef at a 5 star restaurant. It's kinda funny actually we met at his restaurant when I graduated nursing school and my parents took me there to celebrate about a year and a half ago. And after that it was all history.
"Okay. Love you." He hops off the couch and goes to his room.
God, eight year olds are such a damn hassle. And being a young mom is stressful as hell. This is why my mother helped me out so much with Kyle. Basically raising it because I couldn't make ends meet or do anything really for myself. I was such a spoiled brat. Had my parents pay for everything because they are extremely well off. But after my father passed 3 years ago, things were never the same for me. I felt like I didn't appreciate all the things he did for me. So yeah, I got my shit together and I'm responsible as fuck now. It's growth.
  I lock up our townhome and walk towards the car.
  "Can I sit in the front?" Kyle asks.
  "No, we've talked about this. You're don't fit the weight requirements by law. You wanna go to jail?" I smile
  "Maybe" He says
  "Just sit in the back, hun."
He sighs and sits in the back of our Corolla. I know right, such a mom car. I put everything in the trunk and walk around and sit in the drivers seat.
"Seat belt please" and then we're off. We're on the way to the airport which is about a 25 minute drive. Not far. The closer I get, the more nervous I am. Is everything starting to hit me? I'm really getting married. I'm really going to Canada again. I'm really having a wedding. I'm really going back over there. I'm really going to be a wife. God, I'm getting married!!
This is crazy, crazy man. I never thought I'd be here. I mean, I always assumed it was just going to be me and Kyle. And my family. And I had accepted and lived with it. But when someone comes into your life it's hard to keep things how you want because the course of your life is completely detoured.
I pull into the parking lot. And get out and walk inside. After doing all that annoying stuff and going through Security I finally catch up with Armando. He kisses me and hugs Kyle.
"Got the tickets?" He asks and I nod.
"Okay babe. Im gonna get our luggage situation figured out and I'll be back in like 15." He says. Kisses me and goes.
Me and Kyle sit patiently and wait for him.
"Do you like Canada?" Kyle asks
"Well, yeah. It's nice."
I don't want to go.
"Do I have to go? Can't I just stay with abuela?"
If I have to go, so does he.
"No baby. And Abuela is going to be there too in 3 days so you have no choice."
Basically everyone is meeting up to discuss our oh so Canadian wedding. God. Help. Why aren't I excited?
Armando comes back and eventually we all board the plane and take off. Nothing much happens on planes because I usually listen to music and fall asleep. Kyle can sleep through anything, it's hilarious.
Upon arrival, I feel sick. I never thought I would be here. There's too much bad history between me and this city. Too many painful memories and things that just make my anxiety wild. Things I've had to speak to professionals about. Things no one will ever hear spill out from my mouth. Not even Armando.
I try my best to hide my feelings.
We take a cab to his mother's house and the whole ride I'm silent, trying to control my inner thoughts. Excited on the outside but screaming from the horror within.
We arrive and see greeted by Armandos mother, Leticia, and step mother Marcia. They're both really nice ladies and I'm excited for them to meet Kyle and start feeling like a family.
"You guys get settled. It's getting late. I don't know why you took a night flight."
"Cheaper." Armando says.
It's about 11 o'clock and Kyle is already in the guest room fast asleep.
"You guys should go out tonight. Enjoy the night life." Marcia says.
"Oh no. We haven't done that since... Well, ever. I can't with Kyle." I say
"Marcia is right" Says Leticia "When are you ever going to get a free babysitter? Go out and enjoy."
"Yeah babe cmon. We'll have a good time."
"Hmmmm. Okay fine. Because starting tomorrow morning we're responsible adults and parents and step parent again."
"Alright!"
"Ill get dressed"
I walk into our guest room and can tell they spent time making it so pretty. They added a small twin bed for Kyle and a Full sized for me and Ar. No sex then. Whatever. Kinda weird in his parents house.
I unzip my suitcase and Find the most club type of outfit I can which was extremely hard but I can make anything work. I go into the bathroom and take my clothes off.
I put on a black bra and a white mesh body suit which is actually lingerie for Ar but it's a club and I can make it work. And I put on black high waisted jeans. I've definitely put on weight in the last 2-3 years but cmon i'm engaged to a chef. I'm still pretty thin on my stomach because I try to work out with Ar whenever I can. I'm gotten larger a bit in the thigh and arm region but It's okay cus there's nothing wrong with being on the thick side and having curves. I check myself out in the mirror and I look pretty good to be honest. The bodysuit holds my boobs up nicely and the pants make me butt looks great. For once, I'm feeling myself. I'm usually in scrubs everyday.
I put on some suede black pumps. Can't go wrong with black pumps. I do a full face of makeup and just brush my long hair. I don't really do my hair because it's so flat so volume just falls. Waste of time. I leave the bathroom and Ar is all dressed up in his dark jeans and button up shirt. He's very attractive. He brushes his waves back and then sees me.
"You look amazing"
"Thank you, you too"
"Ready?" He asks and I nod.
Leticia lets us use her car and Ar starts driving until I start noticing street signs and building. My stomach hurts.
And of course we arrive at the one place in this world I hate, Kiss Land.
Why is this place not shut down???
We're walking up arm in arm.
"Are you okay?"
I swallow. "Yeah"
"You're pale."
"Yeah I'm kinda tired and my stomach hurts. I'm okay."
We show our IDs and walk in. The damn lights. The scenery. Everything is the same from how I remember it. I can't believe it.
"Go get a spot on the dance floor. I'll get drinks." I nod.
I walk to the dance floor and wait. This is so awkward. Ar comes back and hands me 2 shots of Rum. He takes 4. I'm a light weight. After about 15 mins I start feeling good. Feeling the music and the anxious feeling is gone. The room is filled with hip music and I'm dancing with my man. Showing him moves and letting him touch my body. This is weird. It's been so long since I've gone out like this. I keep dancing and dancing and dancing and next thing I know I don't see Ar.
Man, why do I drink?
I keep dancing by myself. Saying my hips. Eventually I feel someone behind me and I'm drunk as fuck. I start swaying in front of them. I feel rough hands on my hips. We're moving on beat.
I turn around and my jaw drops and now I'm not the one who is pale.
What the fuck!!
WHAT.
Abel fucking Tesfaye.
Oh I've never been more sober in my life.
I know I'm not hallucinating.
I quickly walk away. Trying to find Ar. I start to panic inside because I can't find him anywhere. But eventually he sees me.
"Baby where'd you go. Are you okay??"
"Yeah can we go? I'm exhausted"
"Babe cmon we just got here not even 2 hours ago. We will soon I promise. I'm gonna go to the bathroom. Get yourself more drinks. He hands me his card and goes."
I sit at the bar.
"Water, please."
I need to calm down.
"Make that two." Someone says.
Fuck, I know that voice.
I turn my head right and I see him in all his fine ass glory.
"There you go miss"
I take gulps of my water.
Fuck!!
Abel is next to me sipping water, eye fucking me. He's wearing black jeans, a tan shirt and black sneakers. Why does he always wear those simple outfits? But still looks hot as hell.
No, No. I'm engaged. No.
"Hi Kris." His voice is as smooth as better. Sends shivers down my whole body. God.
"Hi." I say. I'm checking him out so hard. He's checking me out so hard. He smirks.
"What are you doing here?
"I'm in town." I say.
"For how long?"
"Three weeks." I respond.
"You looks great." He says and his eyes don't leave my legs.
"Thank you. You too."
"Come with me? Let's catch up."
Ar is going to be back soon. I'm so hesitant. But how does he convince me without needing to convince me. Pretty soon I'm following up.
We end up in the back rooms of the club that have furniture and storage boxes.
He sits on one of the couches. And I sit next to him.
"Remember this club?"
"How could I forget." I roll my eyes.
He's staring at me up and down.
"Kris. I don't want to be forward, but, God you look fucking amazing." He puts his arm around me.
"Seriously."
"Thanks." My heart is racing. I scoot closer to him.
What am I doing??? WHY!
Our faces are inches apart. I can smell his peppermint breath and I could just melt. He takes his hand and places it behind my neck and plants a kiss on me. One slow kiss that last about 10 seconds. That turned into several more slow kisses. And I kiss him back of course. He starts adding tongue and I think I'm going to lose my mind. I let him and take action too.
Pretty soon our kisses are getting aggressive and his hands travel to all places stopping at the most sensitive spots and focusing on those. I try to take the lead so I put against him and get on his lap without breaking touch. I continue to kiss him and let him feel me. God, why didn't I wear a skirt?
He unbuttons my jeans and slides a hand in em. We continue kisses while he explores and my breathing is changing. I kiss on his neck and he lets out a groan. He places both hands on my hips and starts grinding against me making me want him even more. And I start losing it. I quickly take off my jeans and I'm left in my body suit and he stares at me and smiles.
I try to get back on top but he grabs me and lays me on the couch. He gets on me and kisses me some more. He quickly finds a way to get my body suit off and I'm left in my bra. He feels my breasts and looks at me and I stare at him back making sure he sees I like it.
He kisses my stomach and undoes my bra has he does so until Im naked. He looks down at me and then kisses my collar bone making his way down to my breast. He kisses those too and starts licking and sucking on my nipples and I let out small moans. I can feel him smile on my skin and he keeps sucking. He stops and undoes his jeans and I'm already practically begging with my body language. After taking his pants off. He pulls me closer to his pelvis and I look at him and brace myself. It's been awhile. And he does it. And I moan. He continues and I continue moaning. He grabs my hips and keeps going and I swear I'm going crazy. He keeps going and places his finger in my mouth and I suck and lick on it and he smiles.
I let him turn me to the side, my other side. I get on my fours. I get on top. I let him get anything he wants cause I'm loving what he's giving me. And eventually we got what we needed out of it. We're completely out of breath and he's chucking.
"Man, you drive me insane."
"Word." I say back.
I put my clothes on.
"Leaving?" He asks.
"I'm tired" I kiss him and leave.
I stumble back to the dance floor trying to readjust myself. I see Ar at the bar and once I see him everything inside me just flushes out of me.
I'm such an idiot. I'm a big idiot. I'm terrible. And i'm going to hell. That's it.
"Hey where have you been??" He asks as I approach the bar.
"Id been feeling sick and went to the bathroom. I feel like I have to puke"
"You drank too much. Let's go home babe."
Yes. Please.
When we get back I take a shower and try scrubbing away how disgusting I feel. It's my fault.  Abel was great and He didn't know. He doesn't know I'm getting married less than 2 months. But I know. And knew.
I lay in bed and Ar is already asleep and Kyle is knocked.
I'm a damn fucking idiot. I don't know why I'm like this. I don't know why I did that. I don't know why I let myself get to that point. I regret it so much. I do. I can't take it back.
I turn to my side away from Ar and let my tears fall. I've never been the type of person to do this. I feel awful.
I eventually fall asleep.
This is going to be the longest 3 weeks of my life. I wish I could disappear.

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YAY CHAPT. 2 DONE. Really wanna update frequently for you guys. Oh god ;( Who hates Kris after this? Sorry ! Good girl gotta be bad. Who do you want her to be with??? What do you think is gonna happen?? Let me know your thoughts.
LOVE YALL.

ALSO THIS WAS MY FIRST SEXUAL SCENE THAT IVE WRITTEN sorry if it sucks but the first book lacked it and y'all nasty af. been asking for one LOL hope it was okay. xo.