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Chapter 6: The Ecstasy

My mind raced, shattering the image I'd formed of Tyron as a dependable, benign figure in my life. But now Tyron was revealing the hidden side of him. He was some type of player; a thrill seeker. I felt my stomach twist, wrath, and perplexity coil inside me as I watched them so intimate.

"You're a weird thrill seeker, Tyron!" I yelled. They looked at me surprised. I fled the school, enraged by what I had witnessed. I hadn't expected to see him in such a controversial circumstance. He was some type of attractive gigolo, eager to enjoy personal moments with whatever girl he met. He made me believe he was focusing on me.

“Kristine! ”Tyler ran after me and caught me in the arm. “Stop!”

I paused and slapped him in the face, saying, "You're a weird gigolo!" I didn't intend to give him a harsh slap, but I was so disappointed that I couldn't control my rage.

Tyron's gaze pierced through me. “What’s wrong with you? She asked me to kiss her, and I did. What’s the big deal? ”His eyes flicked down to my hand, where the cut from the accident was staining my skin with tiny droplets of blood. “Oh, let me take care of that.”

“Don’t touch me!” I recoiled, but he closed the distance, effortlessly pulling me into his embrace.

“When I say I’ll take care of you, no one can stop me,” he declared, lifting me as if I weighed nothing. He deposited me in the passenger seat of his car, his tone leaving no room for argument. “That wound needs to be taken care of.”

Without hesitation, he reached into the car's glove compartment, retrieving a small silver box. He pulled out a bandage and some ointment, working with swift efficiency. The cool touch of the ointment against my palm sent a shiver through me, and he wrapped the bandage around my hand with care.

“Just forget what you saw. It’s none of your business,” he said firmly.

And he was right—whatever he did with that girl had nothing to do with me. Yet the anger simmering inside me begged to be understood. Why did it hurt to see him kiss her? Get a grip, Kristine, I chided myself. He is none of your business.

“Feeling better?” Tyron asked softly.

“Just take me back to Lara’s house,” I murmured, unable to meet his gaze.

“You won’t have to see that freak show again,” he replied flatly. “But may I ask you something?”

I glanced at him but said nothing.

“Why did you slap me?” His intense stare bore into me. “Is kissing another girl off-limits for a bodyguard? I’m a man; I need a woman.”

“Just keep your business out of sight,” I replied bluntly. “You pretended to be the father of my child. Don’t ruin that pretend situation by hitting on someone else.”

Tyron's eyes widened in surprise. “Okay,” he nodded slowly. “If that’s what you want, then I’ll be more careful next time.”

“Just be a decent man in front of a woman,” I mumbled, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

He nodded and pressed the accelerator, the car speeding toward Lara’s house in silence.

When we arrived, I stepped out, and he drove away instantly without another word. The tension hung heavy in the air, leaving Lara puzzled when I entered.

“So, Tyron tracked you down at school?” Lara asked, her curiosity evident. “What’s going on between you two? And what happened to your hand? ”

“Please, Lara, don’t tell Tyron where I am next time,” I collapsed onto the couch, exhaustion washing over me.

“Of course, I didn’t see him until now,” she replied honestly, her brow furrowing.

“What? You didn't see Tyron this morning? ”I asked, alarmed.

“No, he didn’t come by,” Lara frowned. “Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know,” Lara shrugged. “Maybe you should just ask him.”

As night fell, a storm loomed ominously over the city. I retreated to the room Lara had given me, collapsing onto the bed and staring blankly at the ceiling. Thoughts of Tyron and the blonde, aggressive campus girl consumed my mind. The woman's face was a vivid picture of desire, her every interaction with his every touch radiating a hunger that made my skin crawl. She was wild and very submissive to Tyron.

I tossed and turned, desperately trying to shake off the lascivious images invading my thoughts. I could almost feel the heat of her body as Tyron’s lips trailed down her neck to her chest, each kiss igniting an overwhelming urge within me. Something deep within me had awakened—panic, the desire for an unfathomable sensation towards Tyron. The more I fantasized, the more I felt my own naivety crumble, a need ignited by the awareness that I craved what the blonde had experienced with him. I’d never felt such things before. “What a mess,” I muttered, pulling myself upright in embarrassment. I stumbled to the kitchen, hoping to drown my urges with a glass of cold water.

Just then, lightning cracked violently outside, shaking the house and sending my heart racing. I decided it was best to return to bed, hoping the storm would quell the strange fantasies about Tyron.

Another flash of lightning struck dangerously close, followed by a deafening crash. I jumped out of bed and rushed to the window, slamming it shut just as I spotted a large tree a few meters away from Lara’s house toppling to the ground. Thank goodness it didn’t hit the house.

Suddenly, another bolt of lightning illuminated the fallen tree, and I caught a glimpse of a figure standing beside it. My heart dropped as the next flash revealed Tyron, his silhouette stark against the stormy backdrop, staring directly at the house.

“What the hell is he doing there? ”I gasped, instinctively slipping on the robe Lara had lent me. I rushed down the stairs and pushed open the door, my curiosity and concern overriding my hesitation.

“Get back inside the house! ”Tyler shouted, sprinting toward me as the storm raged around us. He barreled through the door, and we tumbled to the floor, him landing above me.

Our breaths mingled in the charged air as he locked eyes with me, urgency reflected in his gaze. “This time, you need to stay by my side—always.” Panic etched his features, and I could feel the magnetic pull between us, an overwhelming urge to close the distance and kiss him.

My body ached for Tyron, a fire igniting within me, desperate for his touch. His dark eyes pierced through me, claiming my soul, making me feel like a willing captive, yearning for his lips and hands to explore me.

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