Nick laughed and returned to the bathroom to get dressed. Cayla took advantage of the lighter mood and high-fived her sister.
“Seriously. Go back. Tell him you were tripping and go have an orgasm-filled weekend.”
Cayla shook her head. “It’s not that easy. First, he’s at work now according to Instagram. Second, everything seems too intense.”
“It’s called good sex, Cayla. You said three songs. Even if I was being generous and made each song five minutes long, he’d still managed to give you three orgasms and put you to sleep within fifteen minutes! If that’s not beast mode, I don’t know what is.”
Kalilah was pensive for a moment. “What were the songs?”
Cayla sighed. “Well, it was the rock version of “Sweet Dreams.”
“Marilyn Manson,” Kalilah supplied. She was far more versed in the music other than R&B.
“I recognized the guy’s voice, so it was Red Hot Chili Peppers. I don’t know the song title. He said ‘oh’ a lot. And something about something being revealed.”
Kalilah thought for a moment and pulled out her phone. She was a big RHCP fan when they were younger, so if anyone knew the song it was her. Cayla stiffened when the song started to play.
“It’s called “Don’t Forget Me,” Kalilah said pointedly.
Cayla didn’t know why, but the title made her feel worse about how she’d left.
“And the third?” Kalilah requested.
“Um…I remember feeling the beat before I heard it. It something about an angel. It had a lot of crazy, sexy beats.”
“Man or woman singer.”
“I believe male, but higher pitch.”
Kalilah started typing. She started a song but fast forwarded it. It came in on the “love you” chant, and Cayla’s whole body heated. She nodded.
Kalilah smirked. “Massive Attack’s “Angel.” Nice. These are some good songs. Go surprise him at work with a blow job.”
“Kalilah! I will do no such thing. I need time to think. You took time to think with Nick. Did you or did you not run off to San Francisco after he blew your mind?”
Kalilah scrunched up her face at the memory. “That was different. Besides, you should learn from my mistakes. You keep pushing Dex away for something he has no control over.”
“No, I’m not,” Cayla protested weakly.
“Oh, really? So, if Dex was black would you be here right now?”
Cayla opened her mouth and closed it again. She had no idea.
“That’s what I thought. It’s okay to like the unexpected.”
“Then why did you run from Nick so much?”
Kalilah sighed and put the empty plate on the night stand. “Because I liked Nick despite his sourpuss attitude. When I got to know him, fell almost instantly. By the time we got around to having sex, I was already ridiculously in love with him. I’d thought he only wanted sex. I kept leaving to hide the fact that I was so in love with him that the thought of him not loving me back hurt like hell.”
“Aww, baby,” Cayla heard Nick say from behind her. She turned to see him staring at Kalilah with a combination of love and heat. “I didn’t know…” he confessed as he stepped towards the bed.
Cayla jumped up because it was obvious her presence was forgotten. She powerwalked out of the bedroom and closed the door because she knew if she would have lingered, she would have been an unwilling participant in a threesome. A moan from the other side of the door confirmed her suspicion. Cayla scoffed to herself. Newlyweds.
Cayla studied her situation and came to a conclusion. She may not be closer to love, but she knew where to find hot sex. She felt a little lighter. So what if she cried? He didn’t appear to be holding it against her. Cayla vowed to keep her emotions to herself. She let herself out of the Sinclair residence after liberating her breakfast from the bag on the table.
Chapter 20
Dex eased into his office after the brunch rush died down. He opted to place himself in the kitchen, so he could work and take his mind off Cayla. She was a conundrum. How could she come to his house broken and vulnerable, ask him to make love to her, give him the most incredible sex of his life, and then turn into a stranger in the morning?