My BeautifulBy: J. M. La Rocca
To my husband Tony, who has supported me from the beginning and helped me follow my dream. And to my twins Dominic and Vincent, who put up with me while I was having ‘writing time’.
I opened the door. Bryce stood there wearing low-fitted dark blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. His dark-blond hair was a mess, like he’d been running his hands through it constantly. His ocean blue eyes penetrated me, and I had a brief sense of anxiety wash over me.
What is he doing here? I had no idea why he would be showing up at my door.
“We need to talk,” he said firmly before he walked in. Unceremoniously, he grabbed my waist and kissed me.
Taken off guard, I stumbled slightly. He walked me backwards and kicked the door closed. Putting my hands up on his chest, I attempted to push him away, but he held me tight, running his tongue along the seam on my mouth.
An unexpected need flowed through me. Bryce was not who I wanted to be kissing, but I needed to wash away the sorrow I felt deep down in my soul, so I simply opened up to him. Closing my eyes, I let the feeling of being wanted take over. His lips were soft and he tasted like peppermint. His kisses were hard and hungry. I reciprocated, tasting all of him.
Kade was still at the forefront of my mind; I needed him out of it. Allowing Bryce’s hot kisses, regardless of my lack of feelings for him, was the last thing to try. I convinced myself that just maybe this was what I needed, someone to take the pain away.
I ran my hands from his chest up to his neck, and into his hair. I pulled him closer to me, deepening the kiss as he ran his hands up and down my back, until they finally settled on my ass. Gripping me, he pulled me closer, causing me to moan into his mouth. The closeness felt good. Just as the moan escaped, the feeling of guilt overwhelmed me. Images of Kade flashed through my mind, his dark brown eyes and hair, his plump luscious lips, his handsome smile, his rock hard body. The way his strong hands would gently caress my body. All of it.
Dropping my hands from his hair, I pushed back on his chest. We were both breathing heavily as we looked at each other.
I took a step back trying to compose myself. “I can’t Bryce,” I whispered.
He looked at me with a furrowed brow and a frown, like he regretted his actions.
Breaking eye contact, I walked back into the living room and took a seat on the leather couch. I brought a hand up to my mouth and closed my eyes as the tears started to well up. What was I doing? Sleeping with someone else wouldn’t make the pain go away.
Bryce walked over and sat beside me.
“I’m sorry, Scarlett. That shouldn’t have happened. I don’t … I just …” he sighed. “I’ve always found you attractive. It was an impulsive move that will never happen again. Unless, you want it to.”
I opened my eyes and looked at him. He ran his hands through his hair again. He was definitely a good-looking guy. Although I wanted to be ready to move on, I just wasn’t ready yet. “What are you doing here?”
“Honestly? I came by to make sure you were okay.” He leaned over with his elbows on his knees clasping his hands together. “I had no intention of …” He trailed off. “Not that I wouldn’t have enjoyed−”
“Bryce!” I interrupted, embarrassment heating my cheeks.
“Alright,” he laughed. “I’m sorry. I really did come by to make sure you were okay after what happened the other night.”
I shook my head. “No, I don’t want to talk about it.” I looked out the window of the apartment, focusing on the lights of the city. “If all you wanted to do was see if I was okay, then you can see that I’m fine. You can leave now.”
I told myself I was done crying, but having Bryce here was bringing everything back. I couldn’t be around him. It hurt too much. With him working for Kade’s uncle, he reminded me of Kade and probably always would.
He sighed and got up from the couch. I could see him staring at me with a pained expression from my peripheral vision, but I kept staring out at the lights. It simply hurt too much.
“I’m leaving for LA in the morning. Please contact me if you need anything.” He tossed a business card on the table. “I don’t trust that Frank or his men will leave you alone.”