Wasn't Supposed To Love You (Being Yours Novella series Book 2)

by Dawn Martens

  Holy fuck, I’m going to come in my jeans just from this kiss. Slowly ending the kiss, we’re both panting and I give her one last quick kiss and promise to text her tomorrow.

  Walking back to my car the guilt hits me. “What the fuck am I going to do?” I whisper to myself.

  Chapter 12

  Kristi

  Holy shit. I sag against my door once I shut it. Bryce Torino, after all these years since I’ve last seen him, still is as hot as ever, actually, hotter. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would run into him again. Last I heard, he was living in Edmonton after moving from our small town. Now he’s here, in Calgary. I crushed on him something huge when I was a kid. He was the closest friend I had, besides Trixie and Ava. Once my mom took off, I shut him out, and him being older than me anyway, he didn’t push. Of course, Ava and Trixie pushed, and wouldn’t let me shut them out. I missed Bryce. I didn’t realize how much until tonight.

  This is like fate pulling us back together. I’m gonna have to thank Alana hugely for this.

  Pulling out my phone, I immediately text her.

  Dude, thank you! I can’t believe you know Bryce – K

  No thanks needed, I’m happy to have set you guys up. – A

  No really, I haven’t seen Bryce in years, and I thought he was hot when I was growing up, but he is so much better looking now. – K

  And my work here is done. Love ya, Kristi, I’m off to bed, we’ll chat tomorrow. Kisses! – A

  After getting a shower, I see my phone light up with another text. Grabbing it makes me swoon, what the hell is happening to me? I never behave like this. Swooning? Ugh.

  Tomorrow night—you, me, and a movie - Bryce

  Walking to my room, I collapse on my bed, with a huge smile on my face as I fall asleep.

  **

  Two months later

  When Bryce said he wanted to take this slow, he wasn’t kidding. We’ve made out, but that’s as far as it’s gone. Tonight, we’re staying in for once, I told him to let me cook for him and we’ll watch a movie. He seemed hesitant to accept that, which is odd, but I brushed it off. All of our dates have been in public up until now. Maybe he’s worried about taking it too far if we’re alone in my apartment.

  I hear my phone chime with a text. Wiping my hands on my tea towel, I grab it and smile.

  Have fun tonight, I’m so happy for you – A

  Have I told you today that you are the best for finding me Bryce? – K

  Nope, but you told me 3xyesterday – A

  Chuckling, I put the phone back down and finish chopping the potatoes, season them, and shove them into the oven. As I finish setting the timer on the stove, a knock comes at my door.

  Smiling, I speed walk to open it. Standing there is Bryce, dressed in his usual ensemble, jeans and a tee-shirt, holding a weed plant. I burst out laughing. “Oh God, this is so awesome, where on earth did you find this?”

  He grins and presses a kiss to my temple. “Friend of mine was growing, and I know how you feel about flowers, but you love pot, so yeah.” He shrugs coming inside and closing my door.

  “Seriously, this is the best plant you could have ever given me.” I take it from his hands, “I’m gonna put this in my room at the window, be right back.” I can’t wait to tell Alana about this. She’s going to laugh her ass off.

  I set the plant on the ledge in front of my window, and as I leave my room, I cringe. Shit, maybe Emma was right, I should have bought a spare bed set, if Bryce see’s this Monster High room, he’s going to think I’m nuts. Maybe if we go further tonight, we can just stay on the couch so I don’t have to explain this to him.

  Too late, I turn to go out the door and Bryce is standing there looking amused.

  I narrow my eyes at him. “What?” I say defensively.

  His lips twitch. “Nothing, it’s just. Cute.”

  “Oh, shut up,” I grumble and go to move past him. His arm catches mine and he spins me, pinning me to the door.

  “God, you’re cute,” he says as his mouth lowers to mine. My hand instinctively goes around his waist pulling him tighter to my body. I can barely breathe with the intensity of this kiss. I move my hand and cup his crotch, which is hard, and he pulls away instantly. “We should slow down and get some food,” he whispers.

  Disappointment runs through me and I feel as if I’ve done something wrong. Doesn’t he want me as much as I want him?

  He sees my face and gives me a smile. “I would love to go further, but as I’ve said before, slow. There is no reason to rush this.”

  “Okay,” I say quietly, and smile back at him. God, he’s so sweet.

  “Let me help you finish up in the kitchen? Food smells good.”

  I wink at him. “Of course it smells good, I made it.”

  Laughing he grabs my hand and walks me to the kitchen. “What do you want me to do?”

  “You can grill up these steaks for me, and I’ll handle everything else.”

  “Sounds good, just point me in the direction of the grill.” I point out to my balcony and with that he snatches the plate of steaks and my tongs.

  I finish up by getting the plates and silverware ready, and find a movie to watch when we eat.

  “Dude! New John Wick movie is on, wanna watch it?” I shout to Bryce.

  He comes back in and stares at me, eyebrows raised. “You called me dude.”

  “So what? Just answer the damn question.”

  He smirks. “Sounds good. Steaks are almost done, what about everything else?”

  “I’m good to go. Cheese is melting on the potatoes, just waiting to be plated.”

  Sitting down on my couch, I grab the remote, hit play, and then grab the mustard and pile it on my plate. After a few bites, I realize that Bryce hasn’t touched his food. Looking to him, he’s just staring at me, looking grossed out.

  “What?”

  “You’re kidding me, right? You’re dipping your steak and your potatoes in mustard?” He shudders.

  I make a show of my next bite, dipping my steak in the mustard, shoving it in my mouth, and moaning. “So good.”

  “That’s just wrong.”

  “Kiss my ass. Shut up and eat.”

  He chuckles slightly and digs into his food.

  We finish before half the movie is even over, now we’re just cuddled on the couch. My hand resting on his thigh. I give him a squeeze and then move my hand up over his crotch, and sure enough, he’s hard. Turning my head, I stare up at him, begging him with my eyes to take me. Put me out of my misery.

  Seconds later he cups my face and puts his mouth on mine, but this still feels like hell. I move slowly, sitting on his lap, and grind into him, moaning. I break from his mouth for a second so I can whip off my shirt, without a bra my tits are fully exposed.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” he says, taking in my breasts. I start moaning when he cups them and starts kissing me again. But as I try to undo his belt buckle on his jeans he stiffens.

  “I want to, trust me I do, but I want to go slow. It’s too soon for this yet.” He gives me another swift kiss and moves me off him, tossing me my shirt. “I should get home, I’ll call you tomorrow, maybe we can hit up a dance club or something.”

  I give him a small smile. “Okay, sounds fun.” He walks out of my apartment and I sag on my couch, feeling disappointed. I finally am back on the wagon, falling hopelessly in love, with a man that won’t put out. I feel like the man in this relationship right now. Gah.

  He better put out soon—or I’m going to die. Death by no sex…shitty way to go.

  Chapter 13

  One month later

  Bryce

  I never should have agreed to this. Alana says she doesn’t care about the kissing and hand-holding or phone calls I have with Kristi. But I do. The worst part is that I have feelings for Kristi. I haven’t even been able to kiss Alana in weeks. I know she senses the change, but she’s not really showing it. Alana herself has been distant lately too. She says i
t’s just school and that she wants to focus on it, but I have a feeling something else is going on. I wonder if she thinks more is going on with Kristi than what I promised her. But the strange part is, she brings up Kristi all the time. When I do talk about her to Alana, she lights right up, as if she’s happy I’m with Kristi. It’s almost like she wants me to be with Kristi for real. If that’s true, why can’t she just come out and say it? Should I just break up with Alana and give Kristi a real shot? Or should I break up with Kristi because my loyalties should lie with Alana. I don’t even know what to do. Alana and I have been together for years. So I feel as if I owe it to her to stay with her. But at the same time, I want to be with Kristi so damn bad; she’s all I can think about.

  Times like this I wish I could talk to my brother, but we aren’t close. I don’t know if I would take his advice anyway, since he was the shithead that had two women on the go at once. And look how that turned out for him.

  Either way, I have a feeling I’m going to hurt Kristi or Alana, possibly both. The more I get to know Kristi, the more I’m falling for her. I have been with Alana for years, and I love her, and now I’m torn because I don’t know if I’m ‘in love’ with her anymore. The worst part is, I’m falling in love with Kristi. Head over heels, thinking of what our children would look like, love.

  Fuck, this whole situation is just so fucked up.

  Before my thoughts go any further, a loud banging sounds at my front door.

  “Open up you, dumbfuck!” Goddamn it, it’s my bitch mom.

  I swing the door open and take in her appearance. My God, she looks like an anorexic junkie. Her dark brown hair is thrown up into a loose bun and her makeup is all smudged. “What are you doing here?”

  She pushes past me and lets herself in. “I’m your mother, I can come here if I choose to.”

  Closing the front door, I follow her into the living room. “Come on, spit it out. You only come to see me when you want something. Or to bitch about Vinny.”

  “Don’t even say that boy’s name. He is no son of mine, and according to these papers I received last week, you won’t be for much longer, either.”

  Good, she finally got them. I took some of the money from last month’s sales to get a lawyer and start the process of suing my mother over my father’s will. Considering she took and spent all my trust fund before I turned eighteen. She would have taken Vinny’s too, if he wasn’t of legal age when he started dating Lilly. She often bitched about that. Saying if she had known he was going to be with ‘that girl’ she would have taken all of his money, too.

  Why she took mine, I have no idea. Not surprising though, she always said Vinny was her favorite, and I was just the mistake pregnancy.

  “You’re not doing this to me. I refuse to allow you to do this!” Mom shouts at me, throwing the papers she just pulled out of her purse in my direction.

  “You can’t really tell me what I can and can’t do. I’ve read over Dad’s will many times. You weren’t allowed to touch my money, yet you did, and you spent every last penny of it.”

  “That money should have been mine. I was his wife.”

  “Yeah, and you were a bitch. He hated you, so he didn’t leave you shit, except enough money to take care of us.”

  “I never should have let your father talk me into raising you as my own,” she seethes. I flinch back.

  “What?” I whisper out, shocked.

  “Did you really think you were mine? God, you’re such an idiot. Why do you think I catered to Vinny’s every move, and didn’t give two shits about you? Your father was a drunk that knocked up some trailer trash whore that worked with him. Stupid girl died giving birth to you, and then I got stuck with you.”

  Holy shit. This explains so much. I wonder if Vinny knows this shit.

  “I only started liking you when I realized Vinny was throwing his life away for that trash bitch, Lilly, and I saw you were dating that Alana girl. I thought to myself, maybe I raised one of you right. Except now, I get these papers, and you’re suing me. Well, fuck you! There is no money left.”

  Shaking my head out of my shock, I say, “That’s okay, because if there is no money, you’ll just go to jail. And since you are not my mother, you can get your ass out of my fucking house!”

  I grab her by the arm and walk her to the front door, shoving her outside. “Don’t come back,” I say, as I slam it shut in her face.

  Fuck.

  I don’t have time to think about this shit right now, I have to pick up Kristi. I’ll worry about this shit later.

  **

  Kristi and I pull up to the bowling place in silence. When I picked her up tonight, she seemed like something was bothering her. Maybe we both should have canceled; I have my mom’s shit fucking up my head and she has something wrong. I don’t want to talk about my shit just yet, so I ask her what’s wrong.

  “I talked to Lynnie earlier, and she just seemed off. Normally she’s somewhat like Alana, nonstop talking. Sure, she was excited to tell me that she and her husband worked everything out, and she’s pregnant, even invited me to visit during her vow renewals. But something was off. It was almost like the second I started talking about me, and dating you, she just shut down. I feel like this is the Trixie thing all over again.”

  I give her hand a squeeze. “I’m sorry, babe, maybe just give her a few days? As you said, she’s pregnant, planning a vow thing, she has a lot going on.”

  Sighing, Kristi gives me a small smile. “You’re right. How about we go bowl, winner pays for pizza.”

  I laugh. “Deal.”

  **

  Kristi surprised me, she kicked my ass at bowling, winning by twenty points. The funniest part of the whole thing, she can’t bowl with one hand. She bowls like those little kids do, both hands and rolls it between her legs. I think that’s why I lost, because I couldn’t stop laughing every time she bent over to roll it.

  “So, how’s your business going?” she asks after taking a bite of pizza, that she of course paid for.

  “It’s going good. Construction is just about done, I have six employees already on the payroll, ready to start once it’s completed. I just have to set up a website and create a new logo, all that fun stuff.”

  “Did I ever tell you what I do? Because school of course?”

  I look at her in confusion. “Yeah, you said child care thing.”

  She laughs. “No, you ass, I told you why I take that class. I guess I forgot to tell you about my real classes. I’m a website designer, I created Haylix’s site and logo. It’s what I do. I pick up side jobs all the time. I use them to build my portfolio, I’m actually looking into designing video games, but if it doesn’t happen, this website designing is what I’ll stick with.”

  “Holy shit, really?” I say in awe, she really is my dream girl.

  “So, whatcha say you show me all your ideas and plans? Then I can make you the best kick-ass website and logo you’ve ever seen.” She gives me a cheeky smile.

  “You’re on, but I’m paying you.”

  “Fuck that. No way. I’m your girlfriend, and I can take this website to my professor and earn my last credit. Then bam, I’ll be graduated with my degree.” She gives me a sly smile. “You could always pay me in sexual favors, though, I’m up for that.”

  Laughing I pull her close, kissing her. “It’s getting late, let’s finish off this pizza, so I can take you home. Tomorrow after class, come by the shop, and I’ll show you everything. And don’t say anything more about not accepting payment for the website. I would have hired someone, so I will pay you as if I didn’t know you. No lip, got it.”

  “Ugh, fine, spoilsport. I still say sexual payment would be better.” She pouts.

  Chapter 14

  Kristi

  I go to my apartment with a smile on my face, after kissing Bryce goodbye. I don’t know what it is with him, he’s so different. After finding out that he was looking for someone to build his website, I told him I could do it. When he told me he
wanted to pay me, I tried to convince him to just let me do it. He refused, saying I had to let him pay me like I would anyone else that was hiring me. Between Bryce’s site and Haylix’s site, I should be golden for after college with getting more jobs.

  My phone rings as I get into my room. “Hello?” I say in a singsong voice.

  “Wow, someone is happy,” my sister, Emma, says.

  “I’m in love. I’m so happy, Emmie, I feel almost stupid with how amazing I’m feeling,” I tell her.

  I can hear the smile in her voice when she replies, “That’s great! I’m happy for you.”

  “So, what’s up?” I ask her, kicking my shoes off.

  “Not a lot, but Daddy and I sat down, since I’m officially graduated and done with school for the summer, I told him all about Seth. At first, I thought he was going to have a stroke, but when he found out it was Seth, he seemed happy. Gave me the safe sex talk, it was pretty gross, and even gave me a pack of condoms.”

  Laughing, I tell her, “He did the same to me, except he did that when I started college.”

  “He wants me to bring Seth over tomorrow night for supper. I really hope he doesn’t give the same speech to him.”

  “Trust me, he won’t. He loves you, he gave you the speech, and the most he’ll say to Seth is to treat you good or he’ll kick his ass.”

  “That’s true. What about you and Bryce? You think you’ll bring him to meet Dad?”

  “Maybe I will, probably not this weekend, my classes finish up next week, so might try for something then.”

  “Sounds coolio. Let me know, so I can be here too.”

  “Later, sis, love you.” I hang up and text Bryce.

  So, I finish classes next week, how about a trip home, visit my dad? Visit your brother? – K

  He doesn’t reply right away, so I put the phone down and grab myself a bottle of water. Ten minutes later he finally texts back.

  That would work. I can’t be in the shop next weekend at all, so I’m free. I need to talk to my brother anyway about something, so this works perfect. – B