Tempting My Bully's Boyfriend

Chapter 3 : Becca

"Hey sexy lady, I like your flow. Your body's bangin', out of control." The drunk man started to sing "Hey Sexy Lady" by Shaggy.

I was a little confused by his drunk tone, but after hearing his terrible singing, I'm one hundred percent sure that this isn't Travis. But the drunk man was still a major threat because he was Mr Tilton, our finance professor and an asshole. Yes, Mr. Tilton is an asshole. He drinks in college premises, blackmails poor students, and always sees women with the eyes filled with lust and devilish desires. He once saw me alone cleaning a classroom and touched me on my butt while trying to talk dirty with me, but I ignored him and ran away from that room. After that, I never let myself be alone in an empty room with this predator.

"Girl's restroom! I love the girl's restroom. I love their tender, sweet, and pink lips. I love their round, tight, and bouncy ass. I love girls."

Oh my god! This man is so disgusting.

"Who is there?" He hissed. I wrapped my mouth with my hand to make sure he didn't even hear me breathing. "You?" I heard his footsteps going far away from me, and then it disappeared.

Finally, a breath of relief escaped, but then the flood of tears started again.

"Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Rebecca?" A sudden thud scared the s**t out of me. I don't know if I should answer or just keep quiet. The person on the other side of the door knows my name, and he doesn't sound like Travis or Mr Tilton.

Who must be this?

"It's me. Kol. Rebecca! Are you there? Please reply to me."

Kol? Kol James Morgan? What the hell was he doing here? Everything that happened today is because of him. If he didn't help me to put those paint boxes, then none of these would happen. No! I'm not gonna reply to him.

Kol James Morgan, you are like the star. You look beautiful from afar. But if I go nearer to you, the destructive heat named "Pepper" will turn me into ashes.

"Rebecca! I know you are here. For god's sake, dammit! Talk to me." He banged the door again. This time, he was banging more aggressively than before. If he keeps doing this, I'm sure he's gonna break the door and will see me naked. "Kol! Yes, I'm here." I replied, my voice shaky. I can't let him break the door. So, I had to reply to him to stop his aggressiveness.

"Rebecca! Oh, thank god you're fine. It's me, Kol. You can trust me. Come out, Rebecca." He requested. His voice was tender like a melting honey. I wanted to listen to him because he is making me feel safe and secure. But I can't, because he is the reason why I was in danger in the first place.

"NO! Just— leave me alone, Kol. I don't need you." Lie! I need him. I really need someone to hug me. To make me feel safe. I wanted someone that I could grab and cry till each and every drop of my tears drained out.

"Becca," he called me by my nickname this time. "Hey, listen to me. I know you're scared. I'm so sorry that you have to face everything that you shouldn't. It's all my fault." He softly knocked the door again. "Becca, please come out. I promise, no one will harm you ever. I'll protect you. I'll always protect you, Becca. Please." His words were sounding so true and real that I actually wanna believe him. But I know he is just saying this to make me feel better. There is no way he can always protect me for the rest of my life. If the "always" part can be a lie, then so do others. I can't trust his words. I shouldn't.

"Leave me, Kol. I'm fine." I paused. I couldn't breathe properly due to heavy sobbing. "I'll go home myself." I somehow managed to say.

"You don't sound good, Becca. If you don't come out till I count on ten. I'll break the damn door. I promise, l will." He warned.

"ONE.."

"TWO.."

"f**k! TEN. I'm breaking in."

"Wait! Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait." Lier! He said he will count till ten. But he only counted till two. "I'm not wearing anything. I can't come out like this."

"Wa— well, wear something then and come."

"I can't. I don't have anything. They took all my clothes."

"Dammit!" He hit the door, BANG! "You're never gonna change, Pep." He murmured.

"Here. Take this. Wear this and come." He gave me a black, man sized Gucci t-shirt, and it smelt like him.

Wait a minute. Did he just take off his t-shirt and give it to me? Which means, if I go out now, I'm gonna see him shirtless?

"Thank you, Kol." I thanked him, but my voice was still shaky.

"Now, come fast."

I wore his t-shirt and then unlocked the door. He opened it and looked at me mercifully. His eyes became scarlet red when he saw my wounds. He hugged me tightly. For a few seconds, he cried for my pain as if it's him who was hurt in real life. After that, he wiped his tears and left the room.

Everything happened so fast and unexpectedly that I almost didn't get it. What exactly just happened? Why did Kol James Morgan cry on my behalf? And more importantly, why did he leave me alone in the restroom after he forcefully asked me to come in front of him? I'm still in trauma, and my body is still in shock. All those cruel moments repeating in my mind as flashbacks.

"Ouch!" I reacted to a sudden burning sensation. Turns out it was a reaction from a disinfectant. While I was wandering in my thoughts, Kol had returned with a first-aid box to treat my cuts and scratches.

He was wearing nothing revealing his bare body with well-defined abs. If it was some other situation, then I might have enjoyed all this treatment, but now, I didn't, and the disinfectant was hurting me too. "Stop it! You don't have to do this."

"Don't worry. It's an ointment. This won't hurt." He didn't stop but blew on my wounds and covered it with the ointment.

I'm still in shock. I don't have any energy to argue or to take further steps. "Can you drive me home?"

"Yeah, sure. Let's go." I didn't even notice his tone or reaction. All I wanted right now was to go to a quiet place and cry out loud, but I couldn't walk. My legs were giggling, like jelly. "Ah—" I grabbed Kol's bare shoulder for support.

"Halt," he wrapped his arms around the back of my shoulder and waist. "What are you doi—" Before I could complete my sentence, he swiped me up, and the next thing I knew, I was in his arms again. Twice in a day.

"Please, Kol. Don't do that. Drop me off. I don't want anyone to see us like this." I requested, I still have no energy to struggle to get off of his arms.

"f**k everyone. I don't care." He headed towards his car.

A FEW MINUTES LATER …

"Peep! Peep!" We're in Garry's neighbourhood and Kol is honking at a car blocking the road.

"This f*****g car. It's blocking the road."

"Drop me here," I said, emotionless like a robot.

"But this isn't your—"

"It's my boyfriend's apartment." Again, another emotionless reply.

"Oh! Okay. I'll drop you here." He replied uncomfortably. "Here's your…" He handed me my phone which Pepper took away from me before leaving the restroom. Now I understand how Kol found out about me. He must have got some heads up through Pepper when he saw my phone with her.

Kol didn't tell me how he got my phone but I can see it all over his face that it has something to do with Pepper and he doesn't wanna mention her name in front of me.

Well, I appreciate this, Kol. Thanks for not mentioning her name. "Pepper" is the last name I would ever wanna hear. I hate her and her name. I'll never forgive her for what she did to me. NEVER.

I can't go to my house in this condition. If mom sees me in this condition, she'll ask millions of questions and for now I just want peace which is why I chose Garry's apartment. He's on night duty which means I'll be all alone in his room, experiencing the peace I want.

Kol left after he confirmed that I entered inside the building.

I pressed the elevator's button and waited till I reached the third floor. I technically live with my mom at our employee's quarters but because sometimes I sleep at Garry's, I also have some of my stuff here which is why I have the passcode of his apartment.

I entered the code and opened the door. Today was the worst day of my life and I just wanna lay in bed and cry. My steps were heading frequently towards the bedroom but then I heard some weird noises and stopped.

I slowly approached the door and slowly opened it.

I WAS SHOCKED.

Yes, I was already in shock but this incident, it killed me. It shocked my soul by a thousand volts and killed it. Garry and Thea. My boyfriend and my best friend. They are lying naked in the bed. His mouth was between her legs and she was enjoying the pleasure. Garry never gave me this kind of pleasure but this wasn't the main point. The main point was, "They betrayed me. They lied to me. And the most terrific part, when I needed them the most in the most traumatic situation of my life, they were happily f*****g eachother."

"Whatever, Becca. You know I'm busy. Please, I don't have time for your little talk."

"I want to but I can't. My mom is not feeling well. I need to look after her."

Their filthy lies and excuses were playing continuously in my mind.

"I want to but I can't. My mom is not feeling well. I need to look after her."

"Whatever, Becca. You know I'm busy. Please, I don't have time for your little talk."

"I'm your best friend, Becca."

"And I'm your boyfriend, Becca."

"And we lied to you. We cheated on you. Most importantly, we never love you. Because you are an i***t, Becca."

"You are an i***t!"

"Hahahaha ha."

"Hahahaha ha"

In reality they were so busy f*****g eachother that they didn't even noticed me and the only sound in this room was their moan. But the sound I heard was them taunting and laughing at me in my head, and everytime the volume increased by tenth fold. Increased. IncreASED. And INCREASED.

"Aaaaaaaaa!" I screamed out loud to suppress the tremendously loud maniac voice in my head.

"Be— Becca!" Thea stammered, buttoning her shirt.

"Honey, it's not like you think." Garry retorted, wearing his boxer.

"Yeah, it's not like what I think." I sarcastically clapped. "You're right, Garry. It's not like what I thought. I thought you guys were my heart and my soul. But you guys were nothing but a cheater. One played with my heart and another played with my soul."

"Becca, love. I'm sorry. It just happened. I didn't wanna—"

"It just happened?" I sighed and glanced at Thea. "Huh! How's your mother, Thea? Is she fine? Or it's the daddy who was unwell."

"Bec—"

"And you, Dr Garry. Is your patient fine, or do you need to enter your head inside her vagaina?"

"Becca, please let me explain—"

"Just one day! I asked you. One day. Thea!" I looked at her with my scarlet red eyes filled with tears, "You knew I was in danger. I wanted you to stay with me. But you? You are busy f*****g my boyfriend?"

"Becc, I'm so sor—"

Sobbing hard but silently, I interrupted again "No! Don't be. I don't mind if you f**k him. To be honest, you both deserve each other. But the thing is, you left me alone—" My breath stucked due to the heavy sobbing which is why I took a two second pause and continued, "You left me alone at my f*****g worst." Now there are no tears left in my eyes. "I told you, I need you. You know how dangerous today was for me. You could have postponed your plan. Or Garry—" I looked at him, his eyes were filled with guilt and shame. "At least you could have carefully listened to me, when you weren't actually busy serving your so-called patient."

"Bec—"

"Don't f*****g call my name from your dirty and filthy mouth. I hate you. I hate you, both and I'm never gonna forgive for today. For everything." I ran away before I could hear any of their another heartless apologies, meaning less excuses or filthy lies.

My bare feet were hurting as some small peebles came on my way while running off from Garry's apartment, but I still didn't slow my speed. Because, I just wanna go far far far away from this filthy place, this filthy surrounding; all filled with lies, betrayals, selfishness and dirty souls.

Finally, after running and running and running and running. I reached my apartment. The employee's quarters. My bleeding feet were leaving a red stain on the floor. But I didn't care. I don't wanna care about anything. My body was filled with such a huge anger, rage and disgrace that if I'll be like this for a second, then I'm sure, I'll explode.

I took off my clothes, got some ice cubes from the refrigerator, filled the bathtub and soaked myself into the ice-cold water.

To be continued…