I Stole The Gay Jock's Heart (Sequel)

Ch. 18 - "We cannot be together Ky"

"Open this damn door!"

When there no answer, Sam continued to pound on the door even harder, and it was Jonah who finally grumbled curse words under his breath and stood from the bed, approaching the door.

She had been knocking for about thirty minutes then, and he had barely slept the night and it was not helping that she was annoying them early morning. It was literally eight in the morning.

He pulled the door open, "What the fuck do you want Sam?"

"I know Kylan's in there."

"So what if he is?" Jonah raised a challenging eyebrow.

She furrowed her brows, "He's my boyfriend."

"He's gay so that's not possible."

"Whatever you say," she pushed past him, and he rolled his eyes, "where's my honey buns."

Kylan was sleeping on the couch when he was awaken to her numerous kisses on his face. He thought it was Jonah, but his brain finally registered the perfume, his eyes widened and he distanced himself from her.

Sam raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong babe? Did I scare you?"

"Yes, you did," he exhaled a long breath.

Jonah scoffed, making himself a coffee and staring as Sam showered Kylan with kisses, to which he felt like puking. Although the sight was somewhat turning him on, remembering the threesome he had had a with Kylan long ago. However, the fact that it was Sam, the girl who had ruined their relationship, was causing his stomach to turn and his skin to crawl.

"Why didn't you come back to my place last night? I thought we'd finish the bottle of wine together."

"Wine while pregnant? Strange combination," Jonah said quietly but only Sam had heard.

"I finished it already, and you never came back," Kylan said.

"I worked late," she puckered her lips, "sorry babe."

"Babe?" They heard Jonah scoff from the kitchen as he eyed them, "That's comical."

Sam's sharp eyes turned to Jonah with a glare, "Don't you dare make fun of our relationship."

"I promise you," he chuckled, "I am."

"You're just jealous because he chose me instead of you. You never even treated him right anyways—"

"Why should I be jealous of a downgrade?"

She gasped, and Kylan inhaled sharply. Fuming, Sam jumped to her feet and stomped her way to the kitchen counter where he stood, pointing an index finger in his face, "Who the hell do you think your disrespecting?"

"Don't point your finger in my face," Jonah slapped her finger away, "and your in my house. Get the fuck out."

"Jonah—"

"You too Ky," he said when he heard Kylan's voice.

Kylan stood from the couch and grabbed Sam's arm, not wanting to argue even more with Jonah, "Sam, let's just go—"

Suddenly, Sam made a grimace, then her face became green. Then, she sprinted from them towards the bathroom, and vomiting noises were heard.

Jonah rolled his eyes, "Morning sickness."

Kylan bit his bottom lip then turned to Jonah, wanting to know where they stood now. Their talk had not ended well last night and he was unsure where the two were at from now.

Hence why he took this opportunity to face Jonah, who raised an eyebrow when he saw Kylan stare at him. As he was taking a sip of his coffee, Kylan asked, "Are you okay?"