First Installment for the MAYHEM series
"Innocence was never meant to be addictive."
Addiction has been a part of Kyson Montenegro's nature, and women, in particular have always been his favorite obsession. Being the lead singer in a band has its pe...
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Nakatayo lang ako malapit sa bintana habang iniinom ko ang pangalawa kong baso ng kape. Labinlimang minuto na lamang bago mag-alas onse, pero parang hindi na iyon matagal para sa akin.
Nagising na lamang ako nang maramdaman kong yumakap sa akin si Kyrie. Hindi ko gusto na nakakatulog siya sa tabi ko pagkatapos namin mag-sex. Madalas niya akong hawakan sa tuwing natutulog siya at hindi ko gusto ang hinahawakan.
It had taken me getting wasted to fuck Kyrie after my sexy little shy-as-hell neighbor went running off like the bats of hell were chasing her. Shit, that girl was fucked up. It was the only explanation. The girl had head issues. Sure, she was gorgeous, and damn, those eyes were hard not to get lost in. But the head issues were more than I could handle.
Kyrie was easy. I liked easy.
But Kyrie didn't have the sweetest smile I'd ever seen. Shit. Shaking my head, I slammed my cup down and turned around to see Sawyer standing in the living room, glaring at me.
"What?" I snarled. I hated it when he had that judgmental look on his face.
"You know what," he replied, annoyed. "You couldn't just leave it alone. I had it under control. She liked me. She was getting comfortable with me. But you had to fucking prove you could get her attention. She isn't like that. She's innocent, Kyson Grey. Motherfucking innocent. Stay away from her."
He called me with my second name, which means he's pissed off. Matagal tagal na rin nang mag-away kami nang dahil din sa babae.
"I know she's innocent. I was being friendly. She was freaking the fuck out, and I was trying to help her. She's shy."
Sawyer threw his hands up into the air. "What the hell did you think I was doing?"
He had been looking at that sweet ass body of hers, was what he had been doing.
"I was just trying to help her," I explained. "Not get her to let me in her pants. I was protecting her from you too. You stay the fuck away from her," I warned him.
"Unbelievable. You are a selfish shit. That isn't what you were doing. She liked me. I could see it in her eyes. But you came and snatched her away and sent her running off."
"Something is off with her. I don't know what, but she has some issues. She isn't up for getting to know you any more than a friend. You want a lot more than to be her friend. My last warning, Sawyer. Stay the fuck away from her. She's not like that."
"Anong pinag-aawayan niyo? Ang aga-aga," Kyrie asked as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She was wearing the sheet off my bed. I hated it when she went walking around with my damn sheets.
"Magbihis ka na. Pagkatapos ay umalis ka na dito," utos ko sa kanya at saka naglakad papunta ng banyo para makapag-shower.
"I don't know why you always treat me like shit the next morning. We had a good time last night," she snapped at me as I walked by her.
"Throw that sheet in with the dirty clothes before you leave. You know where the door is," was my only reply. Then I closed the bathroom door and locked it.
"You're an ass!" Kyrie yelled loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Yet you keep coming back to him," Sawyer replied. "Sinabi ko naman sayo, he'll never treat you like he did with Melissa. She was different for him. No one else is gonna get that Kyson."
Melissa. She had been the only woman I had ever let get close enough to me. But we had grown up together. It was easy with Melissa.
And damn, she was smoking hot. The things she could do with her body. Fuck, I missed her. I reached into the shower and turned on the faucet.
I had put Melissa behind me. She was in love and living up north with her Atenean trust-fund boyfriend. She was getting that fairytale she had always wanted, and I had to admit I was happy for her.
A life like that didn't come around for people like Melissa and me. If I couldn't have Melissa, I was glad the man she wanted adored her. And that fucker worshiped the ground she walked on.
It was the only reason I had been able to handle watching her go.
I knew I'd never be what Melissa needed.
I had addictions, and women was one of them.
Lots of women.
I loved the way they smelled and how soft they were. I loved how warm and tight they felt when I sank into them. I loved everything about them.
When Melissa had put a stop to our relationship, I'd run off that night and fucked someone. No problem.
Apparently, Melissa saw that as me not loving her. I did love her, but she'd pushed me away.
I realized later that that had been a bad move. But it had been real. It had been me. Melissa knew that deep down I wasn't a one-woman guy, and as much as I wanted her, I couldn't be what she deserved.
Craving touch wasn't a fucking sin. I was doing fine without it growing up and I liked affection.
I liked how good a woman made me feel. My sister wanted me to get counseling because she was sure our childhood had screwed me up. But I was fine.
Life was good and I didn't need a shrink telling me why I liked to fuck women.
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