His Temptation

Tensions

Chapter 13

Tensions



There were no sounds or noises.

One could hear a needle fall on the floor. The lack of sounds was deafening.

Kyle has a retort to everything and more, but my friend is silent.

I had finished telling him about my night at the club and what had happened between me and Dominic. I can't read if it is surprise, anger, or disappointment; if his thoughts and opinions are directed at me or Dominic. I am frightened of what he thinks of me now. I cast down my gaze swiftly, not to meet his judgmental eyes; he has never been one to judge, but I am worried about what he thinks of my actions.

I look into his eyes at the sound of him clearing his throat. Kyle is smiling and starts to laugh. I looked at him with shock and then began to laugh with him uncontrollably.

At last, they stopped and looked at each other with mirth.

"Hey, Angie"

"yea…"

"Was he good?"

"Umm, and bad in all the right ways."

"Sounds yummy. Don't make me drool for my boss now, Angie."

"Kyle, I am not even trying. Seriously, I feel like a slut. Tomorrow at work, it's going to be awkward."

"Don't think too much about it. Act like nothing happened. Dom isn't really your boss; Nathan is. Angelica, You needed what happened, and don't think too much about this; it was just casual s*x. You should head to bed so you can face the other hot Matthews man. Dream sweet dreams about your men."

If looks could kill, Kyle would be six feet under. Before I utter a word, I growl to let out my frustration.

"Good night, Kyle."

When the words left my mouth, I instantly turned away from him and started to leave the room on unsteady feet after all the wine we had. Behind me, a booming laugh soon turns to a giggle as I enter my bedroom.

I closed the door and leaned against it; I felt like I finally can breathe easy. I am in my sanctuary, my safe haven. I look at my bed, and I can't imagine how I will fall asleep after a night like this. Can this week be over already? I would welcome the weekend to sit in my room and comfort eat ice cream.

I undress and throw myself on the bed. As my head lands on my pillows, images of Dominic come into my mind, and I can feel his hands roaming over my body. I know it's not real; it's just my imagination. It's so sinful but enjoyable.

I wake with a jolt at the sound of my alarm; it frightens me like a boat horn next to my ear. I felt like I only slept five minutes. I grabbed and looked at my phone and saw I had 30 minutes to get ready before I had to get to work. I hurry into the shower to freshen up.

I left the bathroom, and there stood Kyle with an annoyed expression.

"Why didn't you wake me this morning?"

"For your info, you woke me with your hurried elephant steps into the shower."

I can't help it; I smile.

"We shouldn't go out partying or drinking on a Wednesday."

"Admit, it was fun. You know you enjoyed yourself more than you have done in years. Brian is and has always been a boring toddler compared to the hot men you have eating out of your palms."

A groan leaves my lips; I want to growl like a dog. Kyle is right, but I hate how accurate he is or how well he knows me. I hate that he knows my sinful desires and wishes and what kind of man I want. Oh God, I am starved for having a real man.

"Shut it! Let's go we are going to be late for work."

For once, Kyle doesn't say a thing; he grabs my hand and the keys in the other hand. He treats me like I am his baby sister who needs protection and at the same time as my best friend. That's how we are siblings and best friends. I love him and the relationship we have. Kyle is the one who drives to work; our ride is filled with comfortable silence. The only thing that hangs like a cloud in the air is our heavy thoughts. Mine might be easy to figure out, but Kyle, I know it wasn't quite right, but he didn't talk about it last night. Last night's chat was filled with my adventures, but I am curious about what happened at the club yesterday with Kyle. He pulls into the parking garage under the office building; I have been in deep thought all the way here. Now I feel my worries from last night resurfacing again. I had a good night's rest and am sober, which makes me think all I can do is accept I did what I did. I must confess I shamelessly enjoyed every minute last night.

I stand next to Kyle by the elevator, waiting for the doors to open.

As they finally open, the man who featured my dreams all night stands there, sinfully handsome in his suit. Nathan.

He gets a deliciously hot smile and wishes us both a good morning. Kyle, my protector, stands beside our boss. And cheerfully, Kyle utters, "Good morning, Mr. Matthews."

I also need to greet my boss. Damn, he is hot with his streaks of silver in his hair and his sexy lips. I can tell he must work out; it looks like he has a devilously hot body under that suit.

"Good morning, Nathan."

"Oh God, I'm so sorry. I mean Mr. Matthews."

Even his unexpected baritone chuckle is turning me on. Damn, what do these men do to me?

"Good Morning, Kyle and Angelica."

He looks at me with something I can't quite put words to. And says with a soft tone that caresses like sweet caramel.

"I like it very much when you call me Nathan. I want you always to call me that."

The elevator stops at the floor before we are to get off. And when the doors open to let in who was waiting there. My heart drops. It's Dominic. Of course, I know I need to see him at the office and, at some point, talk to him. The atmosphere inside the elevator changes; Nathan looks at me with concern. When he turns to look at his son, he has anger on his face.

Oh my God, does Nathan know?

I want to sink through the floor out of humiliation.

"Good morning."

Dominic stated with a chipper voice. And his eyes land on me and examine me closely; I swiftly look down at the floor. The air is heavy with emotions; if you don't know what happened yesterday, you still can feel something has happened since we all were last at work.

When the elevator stops at our floor, I hurry out; Kyle and I are the first to leave. Kyle follows me to my desk and wants to know if I am okay.

"Don't worry. I will be okay. I knew it would be hard to see Dominic at work but I didn't think Nathan would look at me and Dominic as he did."

"Girl, you bad bad girl, you are on first name bases with the men that owns this company and it took you one day." He is grinning.

"I'm serious; if anything at all comes up call or text; no matter what, I am here in a second for you."

"Thank you, Kyle. You are the best friend anyone could ask for."

Kyle walks away towards the corridor that leads to Dominic's office.

Nathan walks to his office, and Dominic is behind him; they both have grouchy looks on their faces. I fear what will be said and what Dominic will say about me.

"What the hell is going on, Dom?"

"Nothing, I was out last night; you know I usually do that, so nothing new. Why do you grim face? It makes you look old?"

"Don't try me! I could f*****g cut the tension with a butter knife. What did you do to Angelica?"

"It might have been a thing that happened."

I tell my father the whole thing; there's no point in lying. He knows how I am with women but will never believe what is new about me. Angelica is different. I want her to be mine, and I don't want any other women. He looks unreasonably furious, and his eyes have hurt. Being angry, I can understand but hurt that I don't understand. Unless, no, it can't be it. It can't be that he wants her as I do.

"How many times have I told you it will only cause problems with this sleeping around? And Sarah, I told you she wants your money, this company, and not just sex."

"Fine. You were right. Dad, you must have seen how hot Angelica is."

"Yeah, I am not blind. She's gorgeous and sexy as hell. She also was recently betrayed by a man, if you can call Brian Sullivan that. Knowing this, you use her for your desires?"

"Come on, old man, if you got your paws on her you would f**k her senselessly. Wouldn't you?"

"You can bet your ass on that, but I would never leave her feeling used like a whore."

I have no more words to say. My father is right. I hate to admit it even to myself, but he is right. I stupidly f****d that damn Sarah and then found my baby on the dancefloor with a man; I got jealous and dragged her away like a caveman to f**k her. I had decided to take it slow and win her heart. I messed up big time.

Walking out of my dad's office, I see my baby sitting at the computer working. She's so damn beautiful. I walk up to her. I want to talk about yesterday. I want to apologize. She looks at me like a worried kitten. I now see I hurt her deeply. How stupid I didn't think what this did to her. My father apparently understood better.

"Hey Baby,… I mean Angelica. I am sorry about last night. Not what happened between us but the other parts."

I see how hurt she is and trying her best not to cry.

"Oh, you mean your other woman, not that I am yours because I am not. I don't know how many you have, and I don't care to know. I would be lying if I said I don't like you, but I was hurt hearing what that woman said yesterday."

I'm a f*****g asshole. I had the most amazing woman, and I fear I lost her.

I f*****g will have her back, and she will be in my bed soon. I won't let any other man have my baby.

"I understand that. I want us to be able to work at the office without tension."

I have tears burning and dying to come out. Not of sadness but anger. I am angry and a bit hurt. I know how men are well enough. I had enough of the feeling of being used.