***
Dean stood in Kayla’s bedroom, watching her sleep. It was Sunday afternoon and Dean had finally decided to take a bold step. His brother had told him what had happened when he’d come to see Kayla on Friday night. Dean had almost gone out of his mind with anguish. He couldn’t believe he’d done that to Kayla…brought her so much pain and sadness. Dean had followed Kayla discreetly the whole of Saturday afternoon when she’d gone grocery shopping with Jean. Dean had never been so jealous of his twin brother as he had been at that moment.
Jean had known he was there the whole time but had not said anything to Kayla. Dean hadn’t been able to sleep a wink on Saturday night, especially as Cole had also called to yell at him for being too chicken to do the right thing. So on Sunday, he’d resolved to visit Kayla come hell or high water. He still had the key she’d given him so it had been easy getting in.
So there he stood in Kayla’s bedroom, staring down at the woman he loved, sleeping adoringly without a care in the world. Dean smiled when he noticed that Kayla was actually wearing one of his t-shirts, on skimpy, hot jeans shorts. She’d put on a little more weight since the last time he’d seen her. And she looked so adorable and beautiful Dean’s breath hitched in his throat. His smile turned into a full-blown grin when Kayla brought her hand up to scratch a nipple through the t-shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra so her nipple instantly grew into a pebble, standing out through the soft material. Dean licked his lips in sheer lust.
“Oh God, I’ve missed her,” Dean muttered, reaching down to adjust himself. What he wouldn’t give to be buried balls deep inside Kayla’s heat right that very moment.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Dean heard Kayla’s raspy voice and looked up from the captivating sight of her hardened nipple to see widened intense green eyes, staring incredulously at him.
“Kay…how are…” Dean started but got cut off before he could complete whatever question he’d been about to ask.
“Get the fuck out of here.” Kayla screeched, jumping out of bed.
“Baby please…”
“I’m not your fucking baby. Just get out.” Kayla’s eyes blazed with anger. How dare Dean show his face in her bedroom of all places? “Get out before I call the police.” She yelled.
Dean had never seen a woman so angry…well except in movies. And even that, the producer would have to pay a lot of cash for anyone to be able to act like that, Dean was sure.
“Kayla, listen to me please.” Dean started retreating backward. His heart was breaking. Surely he was about to have a heart attack, Dean thought. ‘Cause the sharp pain he felt within his chest that very moment was scary.
“I don’t want to listen to whatever you have to say, Dean. Out!”
“Kayla, please…”
“I haven’t killed the baby if that’s what you want to know. Now get the hell out of my house.”
By then, they were almost to the front door and Dean’s eyes stung with unshed tears. “Kay…”
Kayla opened her front door and reached for the phone on the wall. Whilst looking at Dean, she dialed a number.
“Please come up.” She said into the receiver to the security guy who picked up. “I have an intruder.”
Dean stepped outside. But before Kayla closed the door, she stretched out her hand, palm up.
“Key.” Just one word.
Dean took a key out of his pocket and placed it into Kayla’s outstretched hand. And then he watched miserably as Kayla slammed the door in his face. So much for being courageous, Dean thought wretchedly as he turned to go before the so-called security guy got to him. Because the way he was feeling right then, Dean knew he would probably beat the guy to a pulp and get into trouble.
Fuck!
***
At the other end of the door, Kayla sank slowly onto the floor and breathed hard. She couldn’t believe she’d just done that. She’d thrown Dean out of her home. Though it had felt good to do that, she couldn’t help but think she’d gone too far. She’d actually called security on him. Talking of sec… Kayla heard a knock on her door and got up to open it to a smiling security man. Really? So if she were truly getting attacked, he was going to come and face her assailant with a smiley face? Idiot! He was no match for her Dean anyway. One would think the company would bring more muscular guys as…
“Are you ok, Ma’am?” The smiling guy interrupted Kayla’s silly thoughts.
“I’m fine thank you very much. I scared him off.”
The guy looked Kayla up and down with surprise. “Really.”
Now, what the fuck did he mean by that, Kayla fumed. Folding her arms under her breasts, she pasted a brilliant smile on her face. “I’ve got some skills if you care to know. Thanks and bye.”
And with that, Kayla firmly closed her door and sank back onto the floor. That was when she started shaking. She stuck her hands out in front of her and watched as they shook and quickly clenched them. Then she heard a knock on her door. With a groan, Kayla stood up, ready to tell the security man to back the hell off.
She yanked the door open and came face to face with Tristan. Before she could even stop to think, Kayla threw herself into Tristan’s arms. She didn’t cry but her body shook so bad Tristan got alarmed.
“Hey, hey what’s wrong?” Tristan asked, rocking Kayla gently in his arms.
Tristan gently propelled Kayla back into the living room and closed the door behind him. Then he sat Kayla down on the couch and just held her.
“Wanna talk about it?” Tristan murmured. And without any hesitation, Kayla started to tell Tristan everything.
When she finally got to the part about driving Dean out of her home, a furious Tristan burst into laughter. “Put it up there girl.” He laughed as Kayla slapped his raised palm with hers.
Kayla couldn’t help but laugh too. “You’re nuts you know that? That guy adores you and what do you do? Sit here and laugh at his expense.” Kayla laughed.
“Well he loves, loves, loves you. And what did you do? Drive him out of your home.” Tristan retorted.