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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There was no party that night. I had expected one, but the noise never came. I did hear feet walking around upstairs around midnight, but that was it. Nothing else.
Lucas had tried to be casual with his questions, but I could tell he had been curious about Kyson. My answers were appeasing him.
When he had walked me to my door, he had kissed me. Like before, it had felt good, and the closeness had been nice. His taste was warm, and the gentle touches of his tongue against mine had been exciting.
I had been happy to stand outside and kiss him for hours. But Lucas had ended the kiss and then let out a deep breath before kissing me on the forehead and saying goodnight.
It had been my very first date, and it had been everything I had expected it to be. Lucas had met all my expectations. I enjoyed his company, and I really enjoyed his kisses.
Lucas was nothing at all like Kyson. Yet I still felt like I was waiting for him to realize I wasn't worth his time-like Kyson had.
Kailangan ko muna sigurong tigilan ang pag-iisip sa mga bagay-bagay. This is pointless. Mabuti na lamang at hindi ako pinapasok ngayon sa coffee shop dahil ang sabi sa akin ni Mr. Buenaventura ay gamitin ko raw ang araw na ito para magpahinga. Nagpasalamat naman ako sa kanya dahil doon. Nitong mga nakaraang araw ay nakatuon ang atensyon ko sa pag-aaral. Gusto ko namang gumawa ng ibang bagay.
Yesterday had been payday, and it was time I splurged on a few more items of clothing. Mr. Buenaventura hadn't complained about my jeans, but on the days I wore my sundress or one of the skirts I had worn back home, he made a point to mention that he liked how I was dressed. He never said that about my jeans.
I was lacing up my sneakers when a knock at the door startled me. It was ten in the morning on a Saturday. I had no friends. I couldn't think of one person who would be at my door at this time. Tightening my laces, I stood up and went to open the door.
Kyson standing there in a pair of jeans, looking too incredibly tempting for any female to deal with this early. The shirt he was wearing fit tightly enough that each of his six-pack abs muscles was outlined. I hated that shirt. It made me think things. Things I had to stop thinking where Kyson was concerned.
"Morning," he said with a slow grin.
He'd caught me ogling his abs. Crap.
"Morning," I replied, and forced my eyes to stay on his face. Not his body. If only his eyes weren't so pretty.
