Kristopher

My hands slowly traced the keys on the large classical keyboard. It'd been a long time since I played but I just couldn't fall asleep and this was a stress reliever.

It was times like these that I missed Camille, she was always there to relieve my stress. She needed company and I wanted sex, it was a win-win.

I remember the sensation I felt when her warm, wet lips wrapped around my cock.

My right thumb pressed on C as the memories flooded my mind.

I recalled how good sex felt with her.

My index fingers pressed on F, I began playing the piano I hadn't played in years.

Camille was always there when I needed her but I couldn't be there the one time she needed me.

I made it clear to her that I was a no strings attached kind of guy. She knew it was sex and nothing else. But, I couldn't help feel responsible for her death. I was always so cold to her, it's horrible that the only time I thought of her as more than a fuck girl, maybe as a friend was when she was gone.

She was adored in society, she was a celebrity, loved by many. She had class, standards but I treated her like nothing but a whore. Yet, she never minded. I'd talk down on her right after sex but she was always back.

Once, just once I wish she'd stood up to me.

I heard a footstep behind me. Immediately I stopped playing, my hands leaving the keys abruptly. I glanced over my shoulders as a sigh escaped my lips.

Micah stood by a dimly lit corner in the study room.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt."

I nodded, standing up from the small stool. I made my way towards the exit door of the study.

"It's fine. I was done anyways." I exited the study, Micah walking behind me.

"I was on my way to get water when I heard you playing. It sounded angelic." She completed as a small smirk tugged at my lips.

I had walked to the staircase, about climbing when I heard her speak again.

"Who taught you how to play like that?"

"A few online classes." I turned my gaze to her as she mouthed the word 'wow'.

"So, are you going to bed?" She leaned on a wall, her legs crossed.

"No." I raked my hair. "I can't fall asleep."

"Neither can I."

A hum was my reply as I began to walk up the staircase.

"Wanna do something fun?" Her voice cut through the silence.

I stopped for a second before I continued walking up the staircase. "Ms Harlan, you and I have different definitions of fun."

"Come on sir. Aren't you bored?" She fussed as I turned back to look at her.

''Don't you have games or something in your phone?" I heard her giggle. I'm not going to lie, she actually sounded cute. She didn't sound like the annoying Micah I see on a daily basis.

"Do you actually think I play games all day?"

"What else do you do?"

"Well, when I'm not busy at work, I'm with you, when I'm not with you, I'm hanging out with my family, when I'm not hanging out with my family, I'm with my friends, when I'm not, I'm on social media." She dug her hands into the pockets of her slacks.

"Please sir. If you don't like the first round you can leave."

Hmm, tempting.

It has to be better than staying in my room and wallowing in pity, right?

"What's this game about?"

Her face immediately lit up.

"Two lies and one Truth."

I listened to her give a brief introductory to the game as I descended the staircase.

"Let me guess, you can't win?" I cocked my brows.

"No, it's just for fun"

I made my way to the grey sofa and made myself comfortable.

"I'm thirty four, I hate puppies and I love guavas.... Spot the truth."

I batted my lashes, it wasn't a hard one, I knew she liked puppies and she wasn't thirty four so obviously the truth was her liking guavas...ew.

I would have said the truth but I'm in a mood to annoy her today.

"You're thirty four?" I twitched me lips.

I watched her jaw drop with an amused stare. Her shocked face turned into a frown.

"No. I'm twenty four."

Hmm, I looked up at the ceiling before looking at her.

"That's a lie. You're atleast twenty nine." Her frown deepened as she shook her head.

"Do I really look twenty nine?"

I shrugged, a polka expression worn on my face. "I couldn't care less."

"I hate money...I'm fond of you,...I hate you." I folded my arms waiting for her answer. I was a very blunt type of man. As much as she can be annoying. I've grown fond of her. She was silent for a while before looking up at me. Her honey brown eyes, said something I couldn't quite read.

"You hate me?"

Damn you Micah. You got it wrong.

"Correct." I nodded my head.

Fuck you Kristopher. You liar.

"Yay." Her voice was quiet and lacked energy. I let silence marinate between the two of us. Her eyes were in her lap and my eyes on her.

After a few minutes, she looked up at me, caught me staring and looked me dead in the eyes.

"If...if you really hate me that much, why'd you kiss me a few days ago?"

Hell! If I knew.

She searched my eyes for answers but found none.

I shrugged. "I was horny, you could say." My eyes finally left hers. "Forget about it. It was a mistake."

Letting those words leave my mouth were painful. I had heard them a  years back and I couldn't take it.

She scoffed, clutching her two hands together. "You can't just kiss someone and call it a mistake. You can't just kiss a lady for no reason and tell her to forget about it-"

"What did you wanna hear? Huh? That I feel attracted to you? That I feel something for you? Micah, don't make this harder than it already is, please."

I raked my hair. Why couldn't she understand? I can't give her answers that I don't have.

"What did I ever do to you?" For the first time, she wasn't yelling. Her voice was calm. "Why are you messing with my head? First, you want my family thrown out, next you're  mean to me, next, you kiss me, you're protective of me, next you want me to spend the night at your house and now you're saying it all means nothing?"

"Precisely." I answered immediately she finished. I was unsure but I tried my best not to sound like that. The last thing I wanted is to sound vulnerable to a woman again.

"I don't know who hurt you Mr Kristopher Lyon, but you don't get to take it out on me." A single tear trickled down her cheeks but she immediately wiped it off.

Her words went deep. She was right. I was broken when Dina betrayed me, I should be mad at Dina, I shouldn't be taking out my frustration on Micah. I couldn't help it, my mom didn't raise me any better, she never had the time.

No! That's a bullshit excuse.

I bit my lip, Micah was such a liar, she said this game was going to be fun. I felt my guilt accumulate until I couldn't take it any longer.

"...I'm sorry."