Betrayal: Kyle's Revenge (The Betrayal Series) (11 page)

She also worried that she and Brianna were moving too fast. Living together temporarily for a few months was one thing. Moving in together and relocating to the other side of the country was another thing entirely. She gazed into Brianna’s eyes and tried to imagine her life without them. She realized she couldn’t. Once again she listened to her heart and responded to Brianna’s offer.

“Yes, I will move with you to L.A. I want to be with you,” Abby answered before leaning in and taking Brianna’s lips into hers. Yes, she was going to miss her family and friends, but she could always visit them and they could visit her. L.A. scared her, but she figured that if she could conquer New York City, she could conquer L.A. too.

Abby was not the type of person to make hasty decisions. She hated change and uncertainty made her anxious. But her heart told her she was doing the right thing by agreeing to move cross country. So what if they were rushing things a bit? She was in love.  She wanted to be with Brianna, and Brianna’s work was in L.A. Abby felt it was time to stop being afraid and take some risks.

“Let’s go back to bed,” Brianna suggested after breaking the kiss and noticing they were out of champagne and chocolate treats.

After getting out of the tub and donning matching pink bathrobes, Abby and Brianna staggered back to the bedroom, giggling, joking and unable to keep their hands off each other.

 Abby broke free from Brianna’s eager hands and stumbled backwards until she fell on the bed. She couldn’t stop giggling as she dragged her body up the middle of the enormous bed and laid her head on a pair of soft pillows. The champagne had made her a little tipsy, but she would have been delirious with joy even if she had been sober. The euphoria she was experiencing that night was all natural. It did not need any stimulants.

Abby lifted one hand to the top of her head so she could unclasp the plastic clip holding her hair up. She grinned at Brianna while her luscious brown locks cascaded around her face and shoulders.  

Brianna climbed on the bed, and on her hands and knees, crawled over Abby until she was straddling the tipsy girl.   

“You look so beautiful right now, Abby,” Brianna whispered with an adoring look on her face. But the adoring look quickly morphed into a mischievous one when her glance briefly shifted to the nightstand next to the bed.

“What?” Abby asked narrowing her eyes and cocking her head to the side. She knew Brianna was up to something when she saw her lips curled into a devilish smirk.

Brianna dragged her teeth over her lower lip and her grin grew wider. “Nothing. I was just thinking that you may be ready to meet some of my friends,” she giggled as her eyes darted between Abby’s face and the nightstand next to the bed.

“What friends?” Abby asked. She didn’t have the slightest idea as to what Brianna was hinting to. “I thought you didn’t know anyone here in New York. Do you mean the people from the musical?”

“No. Those are not the friends I’m talking about. You will meet the people I work with soon, but there are other, more intimate, friends of mine I’d like you to get acquainted with.”

“I don’t understand,” Abby replied, her brow crinkling with confusion.

Brianna chuckled before reaching for the nightstand she had been eyeing and pulling the top drawer out. “Take a look.”

Abby narrowed her eyes at Brianna before sitting up to look at the contents of the open drawer. She craned her neck, curious to find out what was making Brianna act so coy. When she realized what she was looking at, she immediately wished she hadn’t looked. The drawer was full of toys-sex toys. Abby had never played with such things. She was genuinely scared of some of the things she saw inside that drawer.

With an exaggerated gasp, Abby snapped her head back to Brianna. Her brown eyes seemed to have doubled in size and her jaw had dropped to her lap. She made a noise that sounded like a mixture of a gasp and a whimper before reaching for a pillow and hiding her face behind it.

Brianna had a good belly laugh at Abby’s reaction. “Don’t worry about it. You will learn to love my friends. I guarantee it.” She grabbed the pillow Abby was holding against her face and tried to wrestle it away from Abby’s grip, but Abby wouldn’t let it go. “Stop being so silly, Abby. You have nothing to be afraid of. By the end of the night, you will love my friend as much as I do. I promise. Let go.”

Abby let Brianna lift the pillow away from her face and toss it to the side. She had her lips pursed and her brows were still knitted together.

Brianna tried to reassure her she had nothing to worry about. “If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable or hurts you, let me know and I will stop. I will never hurt you, gorgeous.” With a smile, she leaned forward and sealed the deal with a tender kiss.

They made good use of Brianna’s friends that night. Abby learned a few things. She found out she liked Brianna’s friends and wouldn’t mind if they showed up from time to time. Afterwards, Abby and Brianna went to sleep in each other arms, happy, fulfilled, and crazy in love with each other.

Chapter VII

Back in Montana, Kyle spent some time packing his things and getting ready for his flight back to New York City the next day. After he was done, he spent the rest of the night hitting “refresh” and watching the green dot on his computer screen. He couldn’t sleep. The images of Abby rolling around in bed with her lover made it impossible for his brain to shut down so he could get some much needed rest. He couldn’t eat either. His mother brought him some left over restaurant food, but he didn’t touch it. The revolting images of Abby and her lover in bed together were also making him too nauseous to keep any food down.

The dot didn’t move at all that night. Even though it was obvious Abby was going to spend that entire night at the mysterious building in midtown, Kyle couldn’t bring himself to shut his computer down.

A couple of hours before Kyle was supposed to get up to go to the airport, exhaustion began to set in. Kyle couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer, so he got off his desk chair, lied down on his bed, and fell asleep immediately.

A couple of hours after Kyle had lied down to sleep, the alarm on his phone went off, and a screechy, rock tune brought him out of a deep sleep. Kyle opened his eyes and saw it was still dark outside. Feeling grumpy, exhausted and disoriented, Kyle got off his bed and went to get ready for his trip. He had a very long flight ahead of him-twelve hours including two layovers. He felt relieved that after three agonizing days, he was finally going to be able to confront his cheating girlfriend and exact his revenge on her and her piece of crap lover.

Before leaving for the airport, Kyle said goodbye to his mother and promised to visit her soon and spend more time with her. He still refused to tell her the real reason he was going back to New York early. He apologized to her for having to miss the reunion and asked her not to worry about him. Dawn was starting to break when Kyle’s cousin, Casey, drove him to the airport.

At around 7:00 PM that night, Kyle’s plane landed at John F. Kennedy airport in New York City. Kyle was sleep deprived, tired, and hungry, but none of that mattered to him. All he cared about was being face to face with the guy who was screwing his girlfriend and kick his ass.

The first thing Kyle did when he got off the plane was connect to the airport’s Wi-Fi network to track Abby’s phone. Kyle saw it was on the move and heading uptown. Kyle shook his head and chuckled bitterly. Abby had texted him earlier saying she was going to stay in that night. He couldn’t wait to catch the queen of lies red-handed.

With burning rage clouding his senses, Kyle closed his laptop and left the terminal. The nightmare that is navigating through a NYC airport terminal just made his anger swell to dangerous levels. He was on the verge of losing it. By the time he made it outside, he was ready to get into a fight with anyone who dared to even look at him the wrong way. He even argued with the Pakistani cab driver who Kyle felt was taking too long to get into Manhattan.

One hour after leaving the airport, Kyle was back in the apartment he shared with Abby. After dropping his luggage on the floor, he opened his laptop to track Abby’s phone again. When Kyle logged back into Abby’s iCloud account, he saw that she was still at the mysterious midtown building. Kyle decided to go to the address shown on the digital map, even though he did not know where exactly in that building Abby was. The tracking program was not that exact. The anger and the fatigue he was feeling were scrambling his thoughts. His phone rang. It was a call from his mother calling to find out if he had made it okay to New York City. Kyle didn’t answer the call. Getting his revenge was all he cared about.

After closing his computer, Kyle rushed out of the apartment and got in a cab. He left the laptop behind and only took his phone with him. He yelled at the cab driver for moving too slowly; as if it was the driver’s fault that the traffic in New York City sucks. Kyle cursed, not at the driver but at the situation. He rarely cursed, but the exhaustion from the trip and the pain caused by his girlfriend’s unfaithfulness had him on the verge of madness.

When the cab driver finally pulled over in front of the mysterious apartment building, Kyle realized he had a problem. There was a doorman standing outside of the upscale building. There was no way that doorman was going to let Kyle into that building. And even if Kyle managed to get past the doorman, he still did not know who he was looking for. It was a very tall building with probably hundreds of apartments. How was he supposed to know which apartment Abby was in?

After tossing a couple of bills at the taxi driver through the little window on the car partition, Kyle got out of the cab and J-walked to the other side of the busy Manhattan street. From the sidewalk, he watched the apartment building like a hawk. He paced back and forth with his hands in his pockets while he tried to figure out how to get Abby and her lover to come out without alerting them that he was back in New York and on to them.

After waiting a while, Kyle checked the time on his phone and realized he had waited for over forty-five minutes for Abby and her lover to come out of the building, but they were still inside. Kyle wondered if maybe they were not planning to come out at all that night. Maybe they were going to stay in like the previous night. He was growing angrier and more restless with every passing minute. He ran a hand through his hair as he tried to come up with a plan to get the two lovers to come out of the building.

Then he had an idea. If he couldn’t get to the two love birds, he was going to make them come to him. He dialed Abby’s number.

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Meanwhile, inside Brianna’s apartment, Abby sat on Brianna’s couch and enjoyed a glass of red wine. She was waiting for Brianna to finish getting ready so they could leave. They were going to go out to a fancy restaurant for dinner. She was staring at her phone screen and scrolling through her Facebook newsfeed when Kyle’s call came in.

She couldn’t help but feel extreme guilt every time her phone screen lit up and Kyle’s smiling picture appeared on her screen. She hadn’t had a chance to remove the picture. Abby answered the call, completely unaware that her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend was across the street and knew everything-well, almost everything.

“Hey, honey. How are you? How’s my sweet princess doing today?” Kyle greeted Abby when she answered her phone. His voice was dripping with sarcasm even though he was trying hard not to give away how angry he was.

“Hi, Kyle. How’s it going?” Abby replied, not picking up on the sarcastic tone of Kyle’s greeting.

“Great. I’m great. I’m excellent. Never been better. Listen, honey. I decided to come home early because I miss you so, so much. I just got home. I was going to surprise you, but you’re not here. Where are you, darling?”

Abby shot to her feet even though she had begun to lose feeling in her legs. “You’re back?” She asked, her breathing growing labored, her voice shaky. She brought her hand to hold her stomach. Her heart was in her throat. Sweat beads started to drip down her neck.

Kyle grinned, amused by the fear he heard in her voice. “Yes. I just arrived. I’m at our apartment, but you’re not here which is weird because you said you were going to stay in tonight. Where are you, Abby?”

Abby began to stammer as Brianna walked out of the bedroom. Brianna frowned at how frazzled and pale Abby looked. She didn’t need to ask who Abby was talking to. She knew it was her brother on the phone.

“I’m…I’m at a party,” Abby replied, feeling tightness in her chest. “It was a last minute thing. I was going to tell you and forgot.”

Brianna heard the lies come out of Abby’s mouth and felt bad for her. She hated seeing how out of sorts Abby got anytime she had to speak to Kyle on the phone. But she understood there was nothing she could do about it. Abby had decided to wait until Kyle was back in town to tell him about them. The charade needed to continue until he got back. She sat on the couch and waited for Abby to finish the call.

“A party? Who’s party, Abby?” Kyle sneered.

“Uh…Jeremy…The party is at Jeremy’s, my boss. He’s throwing his girlfriend a surprise birthday party and invited me. That’s where I am.” Abby chuckled nervously and began to pace back and forth in front of the couch.

Kyle shook his head at the fact that Abby could not keep her lies straight anymore. “Really? I thought Jeremy had broken up with his girlfriend because she was cheating on him. Did they get back together already?”

Crap.
Abby grimaced. There was a reason she never lied. She was terrible at it. She felt as if she were in hell. Little did she know her hell was just beginning. “Yes. They are back together. Look, I’m coming home. I’ll just apologize to Jeremy and come home, okay? Just stay there. I’m on my way.”

“How about I meet you there? Tell me where Jeremy lives so I can go get you.”

“No,” Abby blurted, a little too loudly. She corrected herself immediately and lowered the volume of her voice. “I mean… It’s okay. You must be exhausted from your flight. Just wait for me at the apartment. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”