Page 95 of Finding Kyler
A muscle pops in his jaw. “Get him, now, Faye.” He batters his forearms, and I can tell there’s no reasoning with him.
Fast as my legs will carry me, I race to Kal’s room and wake him up. He jumps out of bed the minute I explain, pulling on a pair of sweats, which had been discarded on the floor, and rushing toward the study. His bare feet slip and slide on the polished hardwood floor.
I burst into the room behind Kalvin, watching Addison with hawk-like concentration. Tiny beads of sweat— the only indication that she’s nervous—dot her brow. I know this is all a pile of donkey poop, but who knows what Ky is feeling. This girl seems to know exactly what strings to pull.
“I was going to tell you, I swear,” Kal says, eyeballing Ky directly. “I was totally trashed, and she came on to me. I tried to push her away, but she took off her clothes and straddled me. I”—he drags a hand through his hair, gulping loudly—“I was a fucking idiot, and I regretted it the second we were done. I’m sorry, man.”
Ky is the epitome of cool, calm, and collected as he goes toe-to-toe with his brother. “She claims it happened the opposite way around. Thatshewas drunk and you took advantage of her.”
“No way, bro. I’m telling you the truth.Shepounced onme.” He slants a venomous look at Addison.
Ky nods once before stalking toward Addison.
She stabs her chin in the air, attempting to convey superiority.
“Whatever game you think you’re playing ends right now. Do. Not. Test. Me. Again.” She takes a step back from his heated glare. “And just so we’re clear, I had zero intention of getting back together. Every touch disgusted me.”
Addison’s nostrils flare, and my lips twitch.
Isit wrong that I’m enjoying this?
“I was playing you, and you were playing me,” Ky continues, “so we’re done now. Walk away, and I’ll do the same. If you don’t”—he leans in menacingly, and I spot the telltale vicious glint in his eye—“Iwillruin you.” He straightens up, pointing toward the door. “Now get the fuck out of my house. You’re not welcome here, or anywhere near me, ever again.”
Slightly rattled—although she’s killing herself not to show it—Addison steps around Ky, striding toward the door. At the last second, she turns. A triumphant smile graces her lips. “Not if I ruin you first.”
Her threat lacks bite, but I’m still uneasy. I only risk breathing again when I hear the slamming of the front door and I know the Wicked Witch has left the building.
“You fucking imbecile.” Ky shoots an angry look at Kalvin.
Kal shifts awkwardly on his feet. “Sleeping with her is unforgivable. I know that. I’m sorry.”
“I couldn’t give two shits about that!” Ky fumes. “I told you she’s less than nothing to me, and I meant it. She’s up to something, Kal, and you’ve exposed yourself, exposed us. Think back. Was there anything she said or did that was suspicious?”
He lifts his eyes to the ceiling and sighs. “I was too wasted to remember much,” he admits a minute later. Dipping his head, he looks sheepishly at his older brother.
“Maybe I was a bit hasty. Should’ve strung her along for a bit longer to find out what she’s planning.” Ky grips his chin with his thumb and forefinger, staring off into space.
“She’s poison. You’re well rid.” I bend down and carefully start picking up pieces of broken glass.
“I second that, if it’s what I think it means.” Kal grins, hunkering down to help me. I snort. You’d think he’d be used to my sayings by now.
“Do you think there is a video?” I ask, looking up through my lashes at Ky.
“I hope not.” He crouches down alongside me, taking my wrist. “Stop. You’ll cut yourself.”
I stare into his worried blue eyes, and I’m immediately adrift at sea. A moment passes between us. He checks me out with that penetrating lens of his, his eyes burying into me, making sure I’m okay. I melt on the inside as my lips lift in a smile. A spark flares in his eyes, and a volt of energy electrifies the air. I eye his lips like a vulture waiting to swoop in for the kill.
“I’ll, uh, get something to clean this up,” Kalvin stutters, most unnaturally. He edges carefully around the shattered glass and ducks out of the room.
Ky pulls me to my feet, sweeping his arm underneath my legs, and carries me over to the seated area in front of the fire. He plunks into one of the red velvet chairs with me in his lap. “What has Brad told you?”
Needing to touch him, I press a kiss to his cheek as my hands wander around his neck. “He didn’t know anything about that email you received. Unless he’s the best actor on the planet, I’m positive he was telling me the truth. And there’s more.” I run the tips of my fingers through his hair. Ky leans his head back, and closes his eyes. “He was only with Addisononetime. At some party. But he swears it was a one-time thing. He was drunk, and it was a mistake. He said he’d never intentionally do something like that to you, and I believe him.”
I’m sensing a pattern with Addison.
Ky’s eyes flash open. “But the email…”
“Was clearly doctored,” I finish for him. “Someone wanted you to break up with Addison and to fall out with Brad. It’s the only explanation that makes sense.”
