Perfect Strangers

“Ohhhhh you do, do you? Well I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough,” he snapped. He felt the familiar stirrings of heated rage start to simmer in his gut.

“There are two sides to every story, Rhett. Do not be so quick to believe everything she tells you! She has issues, things are not—”

Uncrossing his arms, he scoffed in disbelief. “First, she has a damn name, you gave it to her, it’s Myla, and second, if you’re here to try and make yourself feel better about what happened that day, then don’t fucking bother because I wouldn’t believe a word that come out of your ugly mouth anyway,” he snarled, his face inching closer to hers.

“Rhett?” He heard Myla’s voice from behind him causing his eyes to clamp shut and mentally punch himself.

Forcing a smile onto his face, he turned to look at her “Yes?” He replied. She stood towel drying her hair craning her neck to see who was at the door, he noticed her face drop when she spotted her mother in the doorway. She looked from Victoria to Kai and narrowed her eyes towards him and gave him a dark look.

“Your mother here, has just swung by to thank you for the wonderful work you did on Grace’s dress, haven’t you, Victoria?” He said jovially. He turned towards Victoria and fired her a murderous and threatening look in warning.

“Uhm …yes it’s beautiful Myla, absolutely wonderful what you managed to achieve in such a short space of time. Thank you,” she gushed over enthusiastically. Kai grimaced at her falseness.

“I didn’t do it for you, I did it for Grace,” she snapped. Turning her back on her, Myla headed back into the en-suite.

“She has no idea, does she? No idea that I know about you knowing what happened that day?”

Without offering a response to her question his lip curled up into a sneer. “Goodbye, Victoria,” he snapped and slammed the door shut in her face.

He began muttering under his breath and paced back and forth across the room, his fingers flexing in and out. “What’s wrong with you?” Myla asked when she walked back into the room and reached for the hair dryer.

“How do you do it, Juliet?” He finally asked as he slumped down on the bed.

“Do what?” Taking in his forlorn look, she crouched at his feet and took his hands in hers.

“Be around that woman and carry on as if none of this ever happened. It took all my will power not to slam my fist straight into to her face,” he replied quietly.

“I’ve had years of practice, Kai. Believe me every time I see her I want to do to her, what she did to me. To make her suffer for what happened that day and every day since, I’ve dreamed of nothing else since the day it happened.”

“You’re an amazing woman do you know that? To carry all of this on your shoulders with no one to confide in, you literally blow my mind.”

“Well, I have you, now don’t I? So, I no longer have to carry this burden alone,” she smiled weakly at him.

Grabbing her face with both hands he rested his forehead against hers, “I’m yours for as long as you want me,” he whispered.

Moving her head away and pulling him closer, she leant in and placed her lips on his, devouring his mouth in one long hungry kiss that sucked the air from his lungs. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go and get ready for this blasted wedding,” she said quickly pushing to her feet, she sped towards the toilet.

Half an hour later he was dressed in the smartest suit he owned, still pacing the floor of the bedroom waiting for Myla to appear. “For crying out loud, Juliet, are you done yet?” He asked in a raised tone. He turned to pace back and was halted in his tracks when she appeared in the doorway. Her long dark hair was now curled and hung loosely down her back, she wore a royal blue strapless dress and the sweetheart neckline was embossed with tiny diamante’s. The dress stopped at the knees and clung to every curve her body owned and it was topped off with a pair of royal blue heels. Shit, she looks stunning. I can’t breathe.

“Well, what do you think?” She asked twirling around.

“You look …absolutely …you …look …Uhm …” He spluttered unable to speak properly.

“Nice?”

She finished for him.

He laughed, “No. You look stunningly beautiful,” he finally said.

Picking up her purse she slung it under her arm and headed towards him, “Thank you handsome,” she replied lowly as she looked up and winked at him. Grabbing his tie, she pulled him closer and whispered in his ear, her other hand shot down to his groin and stroked his clothed manhood, “Just so you know, I’m also wearing no underwear.”

She heard him grunt out a gargled moan. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” He muttered. She smirked, letting go of his tie and his now uncomfortable erection, and headed towards the door. “Wait, Myla. There’s something I need to tell you,” he called after her as she stepped over the threshold of the bedroom door.

“Baby, it must wait, the car’s will be here in five minutes and I want to see Grace before we have to go.”

Fuck, I should have told her earlier!

“Come on, let’s go,” she ordered snapping her hands together.