Mistake (B.S.)

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A/N:
Okay, so this story hasn't been updated in a hot minute. I wanna apologize for my lack of updates.

I was zoned into another story I've been working on and pretty much forgot about this one. Now, real life is... let's just say it's pretty insane right now. And for some reason, I have serious writers block on a smut scene. Crazy. Those are usually the easiest chapters for me to write. But anyway, thank you so much for reading, commenting, voting and adding this to a reading list. Really means a lot
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I stood outside the magnificent house, waiting for Bill to answer the door. Every time he came to town, he stayed in a different house. I understood his logic of the whole Airbnb—it was cheaper that way. I'd also be lying if I said I wouldn't feel scuzzy visiting him in a hotel room.

He opened the door, looking at me with wide eyes. He seemed shocked that I had actually came by.

"You told me to meet you here." I reminded him, thinking he may have been drunk when he texted me to meet up.

Bill nodded, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. He stepped aside, gesturing me in.

For a moment, I had forgotten why I was there. The embarrassment that was inevitably my shame of what occurred the night before hovered over us like a dark cloud. He didn't have to say it was a mistake—his face said it all.

I followed him into the kitchen, watching his back carefully as he made his way around the island. "You want coffee?"

"No." I shook my head as if he could see me. The lean muscles beneath his white shirt moved as he did. He grabbed his mug, turning around to face me as he leaned his lower back into the sink counter.

"I'm really sorry I left. I jus- I don't know what's happening. I didn't want Adam to come home and see us- me... with you." Bill sighed softly, setting his mug back on the counter. It was clear to me that Bill was uncomfortable—unsure of what to do with his own coffee.

I, on the other hand, was livid. It was difficult to wrap my head around the fact that Bill was not my friend. His false pretenses had led me in bed with him. Perhaps that's what he had wanted all along. It was hard to imagine why, he could have any girl he wanted—why me?

"I didn't come here to talk about that." I snapped, watching Bill brace his palms on the counter behind him with a slouch. He swallowed hard, I could see his large eyes fall. Was that sadness?

"You, um," he cleared his throat. "Last night... you don't wanna talk about it?"

"You knew- you knew about Lindsay. All this time, you knew about her. You... you lied to me."

Bill's eyes closed, rotating his head from side to side as if trying to get his neck to pop. He looked to the floor beneath his feet, pinching his nostrils in defeat.

"Bill..." I stepped closer, finding myself standing before the kitchen island—the only barrier separating us. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it wasn't my place to tell you." He admitted in a whisper.

Suddenly, it felt like the stable ground below my feet had crumbled. I recollected all those times Bill had found me alone—all those times Bill had stayed by my side while Adam left to finish "business." Bill was merely a distraction; a ruse of manipulation. My "friend" wasn't a friend at all, he was simply a devious tactic—someone who pitied my situation.

"You lied - you lied to me and... was I just a pity lay?" I asked, not sure if I was prepared for the answer. But who was I kidding, Bill would never give me the truth.