Wild Boy, Wild Life || MGK FF

5. Promises

Kells quickly closed the space between us, our lips instantly locking in a hungry kiss. My arms wrapped around his neck tightly as he pushed me onto the bed. He groaned sensually, which turned me on even more. I broke apart the kiss to catch my breath for a moment, but his lips never left my body. They made their way down my neck to my chest and then to my stomach. I moaned at the ecstasy I felt when his lips made contact with my skin.

I kicked off my heels and used all my body weight to roll him over on top of him. The kiss amplified. I straddled his waist, pulling off his white shirt, which exposed his tattooed chest and arms. He sat up slightly; my lips came in contact with his neck, leaving him kisses along his skin

He moaned as his hands made their way under my skirt and lifted it slowly.

I wasn't sure if it was because I was drunk, but everything seemed to go in slow motion suddenly. His hands caressed my thighs as he kissed me softer than before. His lips traveled down my jaw, down my neck and then back up to kiss my lips again. His touch seemed to soften against my skin.

I had never seen this side of him before. Granted the rough sex before was amazing, but this - it was different. My breath quickened as his hands reached for my waist. It wasn't until he whispered my name that I realized the difference; it was no longer casual. The tone of his voice was all I needed to know to warn myself that I was getting involved in something I shouldn't be.

I jumped off him quickly, searching the ground for my skirt. He looked extremely confused when he began to question my actions. "Sage? What's going on? Did I do something wrong?"

I didn't answer. My vision started to become blurry as I reached for my clothing off the ground. I pulled it on quickly and went to grab my heels near the bed when his hand caught my arm gently; our eyes locked. "Sage, talk to me." His free hand reached for my face but I pulled away. "I didn't mean to-"

"I got to go," I mumbled. I got up from the ground, shoes in hand, and quickly made my way across the room. As I grabbed the doorknob, I glanced back at him. He was sitting up on the bed, looking confused and a little hurt. More importantly, I saw the red sign flashing behind him; it was a clear sign.

I didn't say anything more as I opened the door and walked out.

* * *

I woke up, my eyes feeling heavier than ever before. I knew I wasn't exactly hungover, so it wasn't the alcohol that made me not want to get out of bed, but the fact that last night, at the club, I had come to realize what kind of real mistake I had been making. And it sucked because it was exactly what I wanted.

I sighed and closed my eyes before looking around for my iPhone. I rolled over in bed and found it on the pillow next to me. Attempting to distract myself from last night's catastrophe, I went to bring my screen to life only to realize the phone was dead. I sighed angrily and went in search for my charging cord. After plugging my phone in, I got up slowly from bed.

Today we were leaving for Seattle in the private plane at 11:30AM. I glanced at the bedside clock that read 9:43AM. I had enough time to shower and pack.

After my hot shower, I brushed out my hair - leaving it down to air dry - and pulled on my favorite black over-sized sweater and a pair of white shorts. Reaching for one of my duffle bags on the ground, I grabbed the black flats that were inside and slid them on effortlessly. I sighed as I made my way back to the bathroom to apply a few coats of mascara before giving up on makeup altogether for today.

I wasn't in the mood, and I just wanted to plug my earbuds in and distract myself from everything. After stuffing any loose clothing I had laying around the room in my bags, I grabbed my phone and it's charger and glanced at the clock. 10:56AM.