Rocked with Passion (A New Adult Rockstar Novel) by Lila Lacroix Page A
Authors: Lila Lacroix
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worst person on the planet? I would deserve that too. Would he just leave, walk out without saying another word?
I didn’t know, but I couldn’t let myself think anything good would happen. I sipped some water, trying to hide my bloodshot eyes from the flight attendant. I knew I should try and get an hour’s sleep or so, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen. Not with the mental state I was in. The exhaustion, fear, shame and nerves combined to make me feel like complete hell. I felt like I was going to throw up, consistently. It felt like in Grade 10, when we had to do a speech in front of the entire class, just before my name was called, only a hundred times worse. This was my future I might have screwed up. My future with a man that I loved. My future, that I’d planned on spending with Kevin, which might now be alone.
My plane landed at 10 in the morning. I knew Kevin would be at work, so I decided to go back to our apartment . I would wait for him there, and try and maybe get some sleep before I told him about what I had done. I wasn’t looking forward to this conversation. It was funny though, despite all of my apprehension, despite all of my fears about admitting my sin, a part of me was looking forward to seeing him. After all, I still loved Kevin, and I hadn’t seen him in a little while. We spoke on the phone most nights, but that was nothing compared to actually seeing him in person. I hoped that admitting my mistake and immediately coming back to him would help him forgive me.
The cab dropped me off in front of our apartment building, and I dug my keys out from my purse. It had been quite a while since I last used keys. Well, I suppose it hadn’t really been that long, but for someone who had never even left the state before, it felt like an eternity. After all, I now had my own apartment in Los Angeles. This was my second apartment, though it still felt more like home than my place in California.
When I got to the front door, I paused. It sounded as though there was noise coming from inside the apartment. I frowned slightly. That’s weird, Kevin should be at work. My first thought was that may be it had been a public holiday that I had forgotten about, but I couldn’t think of anything. I chalked it up to maybe being the noisy fridge that Kevin always wanted to replace. I hoped it would quiet down quickly so I could get some sleep and silently slipped my key inside the door and turned the knob.
When I opened the door, I realized there was definitely noise coming from inside the apartment, and it wasn’t coming from the fridge. Now I was starting to feel a little bit scared. Maybe I should have left and called the police. What if it was a burglar, what if he was armed? What would I do then? Should I go in? We lived on the third floor of the building, and after all the front door was locked, there was no way for a burglar to get into our place without coming in through the front.
My heart pounding, I decided to go further into the house. I wasn’t really sure why, but I guess I didn’t want to bother the police if it was just the neighbor’s cat that had gotten through the screen door , and I didn’t think a burglar would lock the door behind him. I went down the hallway towards the living room, and discovered the source of the noise.
If you had told me six hours earlier that my week was about to get even worse, I wouldn’t have believed you. After all, what could be worse than what had already happened to me? Well, I was looking at it.
Kevin, my sweet boyfriend Kevin, was fucking some random bimbo on our couch. I had no idea who she was, all I could see was her dyed blonde hair and large breasts bouncing back and forth as Kevin rammed into her from behind, his hands on her hips. On our couch. That couch where he’d done the same thing to me hundreds of times. That couch where we snuggled up together and watched TV late at night, or told each other about our hopes and fears for the future.
I didn’t know, but I couldn’t let myself think anything good would happen. I sipped some water, trying to hide my bloodshot eyes from the flight attendant. I knew I should try and get an hour’s sleep or so, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen. Not with the mental state I was in. The exhaustion, fear, shame and nerves combined to make me feel like complete hell. I felt like I was going to throw up, consistently. It felt like in Grade 10, when we had to do a speech in front of the entire class, just before my name was called, only a hundred times worse. This was my future I might have screwed up. My future with a man that I loved. My future, that I’d planned on spending with Kevin, which might now be alone.
My plane landed at 10 in the morning. I knew Kevin would be at work, so I decided to go back to our apartment . I would wait for him there, and try and maybe get some sleep before I told him about what I had done. I wasn’t looking forward to this conversation. It was funny though, despite all of my apprehension, despite all of my fears about admitting my sin, a part of me was looking forward to seeing him. After all, I still loved Kevin, and I hadn’t seen him in a little while. We spoke on the phone most nights, but that was nothing compared to actually seeing him in person. I hoped that admitting my mistake and immediately coming back to him would help him forgive me.
The cab dropped me off in front of our apartment building, and I dug my keys out from my purse. It had been quite a while since I last used keys. Well, I suppose it hadn’t really been that long, but for someone who had never even left the state before, it felt like an eternity. After all, I now had my own apartment in Los Angeles. This was my second apartment, though it still felt more like home than my place in California.
When I got to the front door, I paused. It sounded as though there was noise coming from inside the apartment. I frowned slightly. That’s weird, Kevin should be at work. My first thought was that may be it had been a public holiday that I had forgotten about, but I couldn’t think of anything. I chalked it up to maybe being the noisy fridge that Kevin always wanted to replace. I hoped it would quiet down quickly so I could get some sleep and silently slipped my key inside the door and turned the knob.
When I opened the door, I realized there was definitely noise coming from inside the apartment, and it wasn’t coming from the fridge. Now I was starting to feel a little bit scared. Maybe I should have left and called the police. What if it was a burglar, what if he was armed? What would I do then? Should I go in? We lived on the third floor of the building, and after all the front door was locked, there was no way for a burglar to get into our place without coming in through the front.
My heart pounding, I decided to go further into the house. I wasn’t really sure why, but I guess I didn’t want to bother the police if it was just the neighbor’s cat that had gotten through the screen door , and I didn’t think a burglar would lock the door behind him. I went down the hallway towards the living room, and discovered the source of the noise.
If you had told me six hours earlier that my week was about to get even worse, I wouldn’t have believed you. After all, what could be worse than what had already happened to me? Well, I was looking at it.
Kevin, my sweet boyfriend Kevin, was fucking some random bimbo on our couch. I had no idea who she was, all I could see was her dyed blonde hair and large breasts bouncing back and forth as Kevin rammed into her from behind, his hands on her hips. On our couch. That couch where he’d done the same thing to me hundreds of times. That couch where we snuggled up together and watched TV late at night, or told each other about our hopes and fears for the future.
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