We got off the plane and we were in the airport. We seen a sign with our last name on it. It was our chauffeur, he showed us around Paris it was beautiful, just like I imaged it. We got to the hotel about an hour after we left the airport. As we walked into the lobby I saw Kyle and ran to hug him.
"Kyle!"
"K." he had a grimacing look on him face.
"Oh my God, I haven't seen you in forever, what are you doing in Paris?" I asked.
"I live here," he said as Mike came over to talk to him too.
"Who's this?" He smirked.
"He's my best friend." I chimed.
"Hi I'm Mike."
"Hi I'm Kyle."
"Nice to meet you."
"Same to you."
"Baby, take our bags to the room while I check out the hotel." I said shooing him to the room.
"Okay." He said as he took our bags to the room, while he was doing that Kyle and I went to the dining hall. It was so elegant and beautiful. The food was phenomenal. I was really enjoying everything. I tried to get the thought of Kyle and I out of my mind, I almost did with Mike on the plane.
"So how you been?" He said interrupting my thoughts.
"It's been good." I said quietly.
"So what happened on the plane?" He said as he glared at me. I know he knew what happened. The look in his eyes said it all, they demanded the truth no matter how terrible it made him feel.
"Kyle you already know what happened." I said trying to not cry.
"I know but I thought you'd wait for me K I thought it was us not him." He said sadly.
"Don't do this right now Kyle, don't guilt trip me, he's my husband-
"Only because your mom wants him to be!" He snapped.
"So this is how it is now! I thought we were better than that, I never said anything when you almost had sex with Ashlyn and yea I knew about that." I said as I walked out, but then he grabbed my arm pulling me back.
"I'm sorry I just wanted to be your first, okay please forgive me," he plead.
"Okay," I replied taking my seat.
"What are you doing tonight?" He asked, trying to change the mood.
"Nothing, why?" I asked curiously.
"We should go out tonight."
"I'm married, remember." I said flirtatiously flaunting my ring. I felt some type of way about Mike, when he kissed me I felt like it was just us. I'd let my heart belong to Mike but Kyle still had a place there.
"So, bring him to."
"Okay, how am I supposed to be alone with you?" I said aggressively. I still liked him, liked I mean loved.
"You're not supposed to be alone with me." He said as he looked at me. His eyes said it all, he was still upset and hurt, he really wanted me.
"Why?" I said hesitantly.
"Well think about that, you're starting to have an affair with your husband" he went on and on about this.
"So as long as no one knows it'll be alright." I smirked, I knew it was wrong but I'm only 24 and I'm already stressing about life.
"Yea right no one's going to know, you're going to tell Brice."
"Oh my God I'm supposed to call her when I landed she's going to be so mad at me."
"Well call her."
"I'll be right back." I said going to the balcony. I told her everything that just happened and she was so upset with me.
"So what you're telling me is that you're having an affair with your new husband and your old boyfriend."
"You make it sound so bad."
"That's because it is."
"Brice it's not that bad, Mike won't know."
"It's a matter of time before he finds out."
"You make everything sound horrible."
"I knew I should have come with you."
"Ugh."
"I'll be there soon."
"Call me when you get here then."
"Alright." After talking to her my husband called me.
"K where are you?"
"The dining hall."
"Okay."
"Alright."
Then I came up with a plan, something I know would entice Kyle. I knew I shouldn't be trying to entice him but I hurt him I can't stand seeing him this way. After I came up with that plan I went to the store. The stores in Paris aren't that much different from the ones in New York.
Except I didn't know how to read French I can speak it but I can't read it, so I got my iPad out to translate. Now I was in the clothes section. It took me at least thirty minutes to find the lingerie. They had a lot of clothes,but I was looking for lingerie. Then I finally found the perfect outfit. It was a little red dress that came with red lingerie, it was simply perfect. This night was going to be perfect. Now I was back at the hotel getting ready to go to the club with Kyle an Mike.
"What are you getting dressed for?"
"We're going out tonight." I said as I was putting on my silver pumps and walked towards the door.
"Where?"
"Kyle's going to show us where it is."
"Oh okay."
"Yea." I said as he got dressed and I called Kyle.
"Hey come to the lobby."
"You're ready to go?"
"Well Mike is coming too, so."
"I can handle that."
"Don't do anything stupid to him."
"Alright." I said as we were walking down to the lobby waiting for Kyle.
"Let's go."
"Alright." I said as we left. We were on our way to the club. The club was awesome, it was different from American clubs and the music was too, but it was cool. Everybody was dancing and drinking. I was having a blast, dancing my heart out forgetting everything that happened today. Kyle and I were dancing when he spotted Mike at the bar trying to get a drink.
"Can I have a drink please?" Mike was getting upset he didn't speak French and it was the tenth time he'd asked.
"Quoi-what" the bartender said as Kyle came to the bar.
"Il aimerait une bombe rouge-he'll have a red bomb." Kyle said laughing.
"Thanks." Mike smiled.
"No problem." Kyle said as he came back to dance with me. It was 12:15. I couldn't believe I wasn't tired. I usually went to sleep by 12:00 but I wasn't sleepy or tired. I was having the best night ever. I was having so much fun until I saw Mike passed out at the bar.
"Mike get up, get up." I screamed, then Kyle came to see what happened.
"What?"
"Kyle I got to go back to the hotel."
"Why?"
"Mike is passed out at the bar."
"Well alright I'll walk you guys back." Kyle said as he helped me pick him up. When we got there, we laid him on the bed and went back to Kyle's room and began talking.
"So what do you want to do?"
"I don't care, it's up to you." I said as I went to the bathroom and changed. I took off my red dress, wearing the sexy red bra and thongs that where underneath my dress. I opened the bathroom door and walked to Kyle.
"K you look." He was speechless.
"I know." I said as I went closer to him.
"K Mikes your husband." He said as we came face to face.
"Kyle I don't care anymore."
"You can't say that he's your- I kissed him, he kept talking and I had to get his attention.
"Anything else?" I questioned as he pulled away. I gave him a sexy smirk.
"Makayla," he gasped in amazement. I straddled myself on top of his waist and let my hair down.
"Is there a problem," I said as I kissed his neck.
"You're only making me want you more." He said as he lifted my head and kissed me. His kiss lingered on my lips, I wanted more. I bit his lip and pulled him up. "Kinky aren't we, I think I like you like this." He said as his hands went towards the front of my bra.
Kyle's body was amazing, he had the total package. I laughed as he struggled to take his pants off. He switched positions as I kissed his neck, he was on top. His hands crept up my thighs until they were in between my thighs. "Mike!" I moaned as he kissed my neck, and made his way to my waist. He went back up to my neck and whispered in my ear
"Since I was second I'm going to make it better than your first time." He said with a diabolic look in his eyes. He tied my hands to the bed and kissed my neck.
"And you called me kinky, " I teased. His lips met mine. This kiss was possessive, like he was telling me I belonged to him and that he was in control. His hips were with mines. He grabbed my butt and bit my ear after he whispered "you're in for it now." I felt him inside me now, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he kissed me.
"Hmmmmm." I gasped "Kyle!"
******
"You're so crazy Makayla." Kyle said kissing my forehead.
"I know." I said.
"Your phones going off." He said as he answered it.
"Where are you?" I heard Brice's voice.
"She is busy right now, she'll take a message-
"Kyle what's going on?" She questioned as Kyle squeezed my breast.
"Stop!" I moaned.
"What the hell is going on!" She screamed. I took my phone, got up, put on my dress and went to Brice.
"Where are you?" I asked.
"In the hotel lobby." She said.
"I'm on my way." I was already on the elevator on my way too her. As the elevator doors opened, I saw her sitting with 2 lattes waiting on me. I sat in the chair in front of her.
"Okay, so I really need to talk to you." I said desperately.
"What did you do?"
"Well I was in bed with Kyle."
"Did you sleep with him?!"
"Well yes."
"Oh my god you're such a slut."
"What?"
"You're married, did he even use protection?"
"I don't know and I was with Mike too today."
"Okay look at me."
"What?"
"Repeat after me."
"Okay."
"I am no longer a virgin."
"I am no longer a virgin."
"I will accept that."
"I will accept that."
"I understand."
"I understand."
"That I'm a slut."
"That I'm a, really Brice."
"It's true." Brice laughed.
"No it's not." But I knew it was I had to make a choice and quick. My mind wondered did they use protection. If I get pregnant one if them was bound to be the father but who was the father would be the more important question. I was loosing it. I was in too deep now.
"Well you sound like you're better." She said as we went to the stairs and we walked to her room.
"A little bit."
"Now that you feel better you can let me go to sleep."
"Ugh alright see you later."
"Alright call me and here's the extra key to my room." She said as she unlocked her door and went inside.
"Okay good night." After leaving Brice's room I had a horrible choice, go to Kyle's room or go to Mike's room. After riding up and down the elevator for an hour I went to Mike's room. As I walked in he was pacing back and forth.
"K, where have you been?" He snapped.
"I've been with Brice."
"Why do you have to lie?" He cried.
"I'm not lying." I retorted furiously.
"K, tell me the truth, where were you?" He pleaded.
"I was with Brice." I said as I turned to him.
"Okay, so you choose to lie again." He said as he kissed me.
"I'm sorry I was- he slapped me. I fell to the floor, my face was red and hot, I felt blood dripping from my cheek. I tried to wipe my face before I stood back up.
"Where have you been?" He demanded.
"I was with Brice." I said as he pushed me against the bed and he chocked me.
"Who were you with? Tell me now!"
"I was with Brice." I said in a faint voice, his hands grew tighter around my neck.
"Where were you?" He said letting go of my neck and kicking me to the floor.
"With Brice." I said as his hands grasped my neck even tighter than before.
"Okay, don't tell me." He said as he continued chocking me, I promise I was dying. I couldn't breath anymore as he lifted me off the ground.
"You were with Kyle weren't you?" He shouted.
"Yes." I gasped as I fell to the floor. He let go of my neck as he walked away. I was on the floor. I felt like my mom lying lifeless on the floor. I could hear my dad screaming at my mom and smacking her to the ground while Ashlyn and I sobbed from the slightly opened door of our room, watching my mom try to fight back but hopelessly ending up on the floor. He looked up at our door to see if we were up, we hurried back to our beds to play sleep. My dad would believe we were asleep, but when he left we went back to the door to see what was going on. My mom would cry in the corner and he would kick her back to the floor and choke her until she was unconscious. I realized I was in the same place she was, lifeless on the floor.
I was trying to crawl back to Brice's room.
"Brice open the door." I screamed with my last breath.
"What." She said as she opened the door.
"Oh my gosh, Makayla." She screamed as she called Kyle. "Kyle!"
"What?" He yawned.
"Where's the nearest hospital?"
"Why?" He questioned
"Makayla's unconscious!" She screamed.
"I'm on my way." He came 10 minutes later and they rushed me to the hospital.