~Kaylen~

recondite /●adj. little known, obscure

I had never been a boy of principles.

I only did what my heart wanted that moment. I gave no attention to right and wrong, simply because I had no knowledge of right and wrong.

Loyalty was a recondite subject to me. What did it imply? To put someone's wishes above everything in this world? To be bound? Or to let go and do things my way?
Who was I supposed to be loyal to? To someone else's heart or my own?

For that, perhaps, the first thing I had to do was to find out where my feelings lay.

~Emerald~

He did it.

I asked him not to do it and he did it.

I had never been so disappointed before.

"But I'm sorry, daddy!" He pouted from across dining table.

I continued to chew my food, choosing the silent treatment as the best punishment for him. I had asked him not to climb the tree in the backyard and he had. He had climbed it and fallen from it and had successfully sprained his ankle and bruised his hip.

I was so scared when I found him nowhere in the house at first and then spotted him sitting on the backyard steps, crying. He didn't try to hide it, just threw his arms around me and narrated the whole incident. I was angry but I was concerned first. It's not easy to mad at your child when they're hurt.

I rocked him as he continued to cry on my lap for a long time before agreeing to go inside and putting an ice pack to it. After treating the swelling and him taking a nap, we were at this table, having our dinner and now was the right time when I could allow myself to be a little angry.

"I don't think I can go to school tomorrow," he murmured, faking disappointment.

I sighed.

"Do you want me to stay with you or would Sophia do?" I asked, referring to his baby sitter.

"You!" He almost jumped, his eyes beaming. He was so adorable, how could I even stay mad at him for so long?

"Let me check my schedule and see if Gareth can fill in for me for tomorrow. I got only two lectures anyway." I murmured to myself, texting my assistant professor if he could take my lectures.

"Can we go out for lunch tomorrow?" He had now probably forgotten all about his fall and was imagining all sorts of stuff he wanted to do come tomorrow. He hadn't been getting much of his father's time lately so I was happy to have a day with him too.

After receiving an affirmation from Gareth and finishing the dinner, I carried him to his room and tucked him into bed.

"Goodnight," I whispered, kissing his forehead and he wrapped his arms around my neck, wishing me back.

~

"Oo la la la la..."

I rolled my eyes as I continued to brush my teeth while my little one was a few feet away from me, basking in his warm bath.

He was taking full advantage of my pampering.

"Jordon, you've been in there too long. You can come out now." I said, spitting out the toothpaste lather.

"Five more minutes!" He said in a sing-song way.

We both had woken up late this morning because we had spent the night watching movies after my son had sneaked into my blanket, shaking me awake and whining that he couldn't sleep, at one o'clock in the night.

It was eleven o'clock presently and our stomachs were dying for something edible so I walked to the kitchen, assembling a breakfast for the two of us.

Ding dong!

I got startled with the unexpected, loud doorbell. Who could it be?

I went to check on the door and gasped at the face I saw.

"Kaylen!?" I said, and it sounded a mix of a question and an exclamation.

He looked so...different.

There was so much expression on his face-- there was anger, there was doubt, there was mourning. Where had it all come from?

"What's wrong?" I asked in concern, stepping aside and letting him in. He walked in with his head titled towards the ground and his eyebrows knitted together.

I shut the door and stood there, waiting for him to say something and he just looked around, without paying attention.

"Kaylen?" I spoke, trying to get him to focus on me but he only began breathing heavily when I said his name.

"What--" I didn't get to finish my question as he suddenly caught my wrist in a really tight grasp and began pulling me towards the kitchen.

"What is it?" I asked, a little panicked. What was wrong? Why was he behaving this way? Did he come here to fuck me? Did he think I was a toy?

We had actually fucked whenever he wanted and however he wanted, I had become his toy.

"Are you going to say something?" I asked, breathless with worry as he pushed my back against the counter and slammed his lips to mine. On habit, my fingers curled around his neck and I kissed back.

He suddenly bit my lower lip unusually hard and I cried in pain. What was going on?

I tried to protest by pushing him off of myself half-heartedly but that was of no use. He finally detached from my lips and bit softly behind my ear, making me hard immediately. He knew it was my soft spot.

"Kaylen--" I breathed, gasping as he bit down my neck. By now, I had my arms wrapped around him and his hands rested on the counter on either sides of me.

"I slept with someone yesterday." He growled at the base of my neck.

What?

I couldn't understand what he said at first but then I did. And it took me a few seconds to fully sink it in.

He had slept with someone else yesterday.

Image after image of him naked on someone else's naked body went through my mind. Him touching someone else the way he touches me, him kissing someone else the way he claims my mouth, him putting his cock inside someone else's hole. On and on until I forgot I was sane.

"Get off of me," I growled, pushing him off but he didn't budge.

How could his emotions be any stronger than the jealousy and rage I had in my blood that moment? I could send a car flying across the street, I was that infuriated. But somehow, still not as much as him.

Why was he so mad? What was he doing here, telling me all this? He could've kept it to himself or been casual about it, like he was about everything else. Why was he behaving this way?

His oscillating emotions were still a recondite area for me to learn about.

"I slept with someone else, Emerald." He said again, now coming face-to-face and looking me straight in the eye before adding, "And all I did was picture you."

My eyes widened at the surprise response and my hands stop pushing him away, going limp against his chest. He took this opportunity to kiss me again while I was still busy trying to wrap my head around what he had just said.

Did he hate me for making him accustomed to myself? Was he mad that I was on his mind when he was having sex with someone else?

Wait. I was on his mind when he was having sex with someone else.

I gasped into his mouth in sudden happiness and curled my fingers in his hair- how he liked it.

So, I wasn't the only one who kept thinking about him all day long and kept picturing himself on top of me. He was returning the feelings I had for him and I couldn't stop myself from feeling ecstatic with this piece of information.

He pulled away, keeping our lips only a breath apart.

"I can't get you out of my mind, Emerald." I melted when he said my name but what he spoke next made me bite my lip to keep myself from grinning like a fool.

"And I hate you for it."

A/N: An update for an amazing friend. ❤