The Truth In My Lies

21

KAIDEN

    THE hard-on I'm now sporting in my pants is incredibly uncomfortable. The way she writhed with pleasure underneath me, how good her full lips felt against mine. I loved how worked up she got just from me kissing her. I can't imagine what it would be like if I actually did go through with it and fuck her.

Jesus Christ, I'm either going to have to somehow get her off my mind or take a cold shower. I know it's probably going to have to be the latter.

It wasn't that I cared about having sex with her in Andrew's bed, in fact, the idea turned me on. I'd love to see his reaction when he found out I'd had my way with her in every single position imaginable, all in his bed. However, I knew she would regret it after it was done. People don't think rationally when they're mad; I should know, I'm basically the poster child for acting out of anger.

I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and lean against the counter. I know Madison is waiting on me to leave the kitchen so she can sleep on the couch. Too bad. She's sleeping in my bed whether she likes it or not. I'll take the couch. Hell, I'll even sleep in Andrew's bed. I'll change the sheets first though, I don't need any bodily fluids on me.

I put my water in the fridge and head back into Andrew's room. Madison is curled into a bawl, her eyes closed. Either she's asleep or very good at pretending. Seeing her tan legs in those short shorts gets me going again. I sigh and lean down, carefully wrap my arms around her, and pick her up.

I carry her into my bedroom and carefully put her down on my bed before covering her up. Light freckles dot across her nose and cheekbones. That's something I've never noticed about her before.

I feel kind of bad about getting annoyed with her earlier. I'm just trying to keep her safe. The less she knows, the better. I know that's stupid to say now that I've introduced her to Marcos, but you know what they say. You learn from your mistakes. Maybe sometimes I am a cold-hearted dick, but I have good intentions with her.

I grab some blankets from my closet and an extra pillow to take with me to the couch. I make myself a little bed and find something to watch on the T.V. until I get tired, then I doze off.

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I don't bother waking Madison up in the morning when I leave for my criminal psychology class. This is the only class I'm taking this semester that I actually like. It's kind of twisted, but I like getting into peoples' minds. If you can figure out why people react the way they do, you're one step ahead. Plus, my professor is super chill. I think he smokes one before class.

I only have this class, then I'm heading to work at the car garage. Last night Marcos called and wanted me to help with a delivery. It took longer than I anticipated. I didn't want to tell Madison about it because of something that went down. Gabriel and the man got into an argument, and unfortunately Gabriel ended up shooting him.

I remember the first time I saw Marcos kill someone. It scared the shit out of me. The man owed him money and failed to pay up. Marcos didn't hesitate to fire a bullet right through his forehead. Now, seeing someone die doesn't scare me. I guess I've grown used to it. To be in this business you have to grow a thick skin.

I've never killed anyone, and I don't plan to. Sure, I've pulled a gun on someone, but I've never actually pulled the trigger.