Lucian’s POV
Well because I’m a man. Having certain male distinctions that often betray me, I couldn’t help but think that Isabelle looked good. But because I’m a man, who’s in a relationship with someone I love so dearly, Isabelle looked like a monstrosity.
“What are you doing here?” I asked as soon as I saw her. I averted my eyes from her large bust.
She took a peice of her blonde hair between her fingers and twirled it as she walked forward slowly. “I live here now. Don’t you remember?”
Isabelle backed me up against the wall—something that no one has never done to me–and used a long, red, fingernail to trace patterns on my bare chest. I shivered. “Get out of here. Now.” I said gruffly before attempting to move away, but her hand darted out and took hold of the towel around my hips.
Isabelle licked her ruby lips and tsked. “Move an inch, and I’ll be seeing more of you, than Malea has.” Then she cocked her head to the side. “Have you two even done it yet?”
I swallowed. She took my silence as a no and laughed loudly.
This is so wrong. So wrong and I knew this would happen. “What do you want, Isabelle?” I know what she wants but I can’t bring myself to do it.
Isabelle grinned and leaned into my ear. She nipped at my earlobe—something that I loved, whenever Malea did it— and whispered. “Kiss me. The way you kiss Malea.”
I pushed off her immediately and she yanked on my towel just a bit. If she pulls any more, I’ll be completely naked.
Isabelle grinned again as she stared at the area that’s hidden by my towel. Then she glanced at the clock. “Times clicking. If Malea comes upstairs and sees us like this, what do you think will happen?” Then she pulled me to her. “Just imagine I’m Malea and kiss me. For at least a minute. And I’ll let you go. We don’t even have to mention it to her. But decide not to kiss me, and I’ll tell her that at the charity dance, you kissed me.” sing-songed seductively into my ear.
“So what do you say? 1 minute kissing me? Or ruin your relationship with Malea for good?”
Malea’s POV
I downed about three bottles of water and wiped at the sweat on my forehead. I accomplished a lot today. I ran over 6 miles, weight lifted up to 25 pounds—I know, I’m weak in that area— and finished off on the elliptical.
I glanced at the time. I better start heading upstairs and get ready for bed. I swung my gym bag over my shoulder and exited the building. I glanced at the pool. Maybe I could take a swim?
I debated this for a while and decided against it. I’m already tired as it is. I unlocked the back door and slipped inside, welcomed by the cool air conditioning.
The house was dark and when I checked the dining room, Isabelle’s Chicken Alfredo was still on the table. That’s odd. Is she not hungry? I’m not complaining. If she won’t eat it, I will.
Where’s Lucian anyway? He told me once he showered he would wait for me in the living room so we could watch a movie and he’s not in the living room right now.
Maybe he fell asleep. I shrugged and walked slowly up the marble staircase, favoring my right leg because I’m pretty sure I sprained it.
I’ll just take a shower and if Lucian’s sleeping, I’ll join him. But maybe I should say hi to Isabelle first. I went past our room and popped open the room with luggage splayed everywhere.
Isabelle wasn’t even in the room. My eyebrows collided in confusion. Sure his house is huge but where could she possibly be? Maybe Lucian knows.
I backtracked and carefully opened the door, in case he was sleeping, so I wouldn’t wake him up. I almost dropped my bag when I saw him pressing Isabelle against the wall. He was practically naked, only wrapped in a towel, whereas Isabelle was dressed skimpily in red lingerie.
They were practically swallowing each other. Isabelle let out a moan and reached for his hips taking hold of the towel around his waist. She was about to slip her hand inside the towel but Lucian placed her wandering hand back on his shoulder and pulled away from her lips.
Isabelle caught my eye and winked. She actually winked. And I didn’t notice the tears fall and I didn’t notice that I had crumbled to the floor. And I didn’t notice that Lucian was racing towards me. And I didn’t notice that Isabelle had left our room to go back to hers.
As soon as Lucian laid a hand on my arm, I couldn’t help but flatten out my hand and slap him harder than I’ve ever wanted to slap anyone. He retracted his hand and I let my head fall to my hands.
“Oh my God.” I looked up at him. Tears still cascading down my face. “Is that why she’s living here? So you two could have an affair behind my back?” I scoffed in disbelief. “Have you two..” I blubbered, unable to even finish my sentence without bursting into a fresh wave of tears. We agreed. How could he do this to me?
“No. No. It’s not like that.” Lucian stuttered.
“Then how is it like?” I screamed. I don’t care who notices. “Huh? You were practically naked and made out with my best friend’s girlfriend! Please tell me how else this looks like!” I shouted as I got to my feet.
“It was Isabelle. She made me—” He began.
I stopped crying suddenly, allowing sniffles to occasionally escape through my nose but nonetheless, I didn’t sob. I held my hand up and shook my head. “I can’t be with a man that can’t own up for his mistakes. We.” I motioned between Lucian and I. “Are over.” I pushed past him and into the room to grab my wallet. It hurt me so much to say what I just said and I felt as if an elephant was sitting on my chest and I couldn’t breathe past the tears.
After I took what I needed, I dropped them into my gym bag and pushed past him again to exit the room.
“Malea. Please wait.” He called after me while trying to pull on a pair of joggers.
I paused at the top of the stairs and turned to face him, his pants fully on now.
“I’ll have to stay with my parents for the rest of my visit in California. Don’t bother calling or texting. I’ll have your number deleted by tonight.” I said through fresh sobs.
“Please. Malea. Don’t go. I need to explain to you why that happened.” He said walking over to me, remorse on his every feature.
I shook my head and let out a sad laugh. “I know why it happened.”
His eyes widened. “You do?”
I nodded and wiped at a tear. “Yeah. You’re a man whore who can’t keep it in his pants even when he has a girlfriend. You and Isabelle the slut are perfect for each other. I should’ve know earlier so I wouldn’t get myself hurt all over again.” I didn’t wait to see his reaction but I felt good saying what I had.
I raced down the steps and out the door. I don’t know who to call or what I would say to them. I sat on the front steps and continued to cry and cry. I felt so empty and hollow yet so full with tears that needed to be let out.
“Malea?”
My head shot up to find Adam in the driveway. Great. I hiccuped and wiped at my face. “Hi. Adam. What are you doing here?”
“I came to see Isabelle.” He trailed off. He looked so concerned as he took a seat next to me and immediately wrapped a hand around my shoulder, bringing me closer to him so I could cry on his chest.
“I—” I began through a hiccup.
“You don’t have to say anything.” He kissed the top of my hair and I broke down even more.
“I-I broke up with Lucian.” I stuttered. I needed to say this to confirm it to myself.
Adam froze. “Why?”
“Because he cheated on me. With Isabelle.” I looked up at him to see his reaction.
He sighed heavily. “Of course Isabelle would do that.”
My eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Aren’t you angry? Or sad?”
He shook his head. “Why would I be?”
I scoffed in disbelief. “Your girlfriend cheated on you.”
And then Adam burst out laughing. “No. Hell no. Isabelle is not my girlfriend. She’s my cousin.”
I feel so stupid. “Why would you bring your cousin to a dance?”
He leaned in closer to me. “Because I couldn’t bring you.”
“Adam—” He wouldn’t let me say the rest of my sentence before he had his lips on mine and began kissing me hungrily.
I don’t know whether it was the recent breakup or the need to feel wanted, but I didn’t stop Adam. I didn’t stop him and I even returned the kiss. His hand began to wander and he slipped his hand under my top and palmed my breast in his hand. I gasped and he pushed his tongue into my mouth greedily.
I jumped back and his hand fell limply to his side. “Im so sorry—”
Adam shook his head. “No. I understand. I shouldn’t have done that.” He stared at me for a second. “I should probably get going.” He stood up and made his way to his car.
“Adam.” He spun around. “Do you mind taking me somewhere?” I don’t want to ask him for this favor but I need to.
He raised an eyebrow? “Where?”
“A hotel. I can’t handle living with my parents and explain the breakup or living with Lucian either.” I stood up from the porch and took his hand in mine. “Please?”
Adam smiled. “Of course.”
Lucian’s POV
Malea kissed Adam. And she allowed him to touch her in places I haven’t even began to explore. I clenched my fists as I saw her slip into the passengers side of his car. Is he her rebound?
“Baby…” Isabelle whined from behind me. I spun around to face Isabelle who was dressed in the same thing she had on when she ruined my relationship. I can’t get over the fact that Malea dumped me. I’m such a douche.
I pushed past her and up the stairs to grab my keys. “Come on Lucian. She’s gone now. Now you and I have all the time in the world to do whatever we want…”
I froze. Isabelle planned this all along. She planned on getting Malea to walk in on us. I’m so stupid. I shouldn’t have done anything in the first place. “Get out of my house.”
Isabelle placed a hand on my back and slowly rubbed the tension in my shoulders. “How about I stay… and make you feel good…”
I shrugged her off suddenly. “Get out of my house. Now!”
She stepped back, shock on her features for a second before a smirk lifted the edges of her lips. “Malea’s parents don’t know Malea broke up with you. And what would they think when I go back there and tell them that you kicked me out? You’ll never have a chance with Malea or her family again.”
The manipulative bitch. I scowled at her before running upstairs to get my keys and wallet. I’m following Adam. I need to know where he’s taking Malea.