Destined To Fall by Tamsyn Bester Page B

“Please, we have to stop.”
Our mouths separate and he looks into my eyes. “Why?”
“We’re at your parents house. It’s disrespectful.”
“No,” he replies, holding my chin with his hand. “The things I want to do
to you are disrespectful.”
Oh no. He can’t do this to me, not now. Not when I need to end something that hasn’t even started yet. “I’m being serious, Kyler. We can’t do this.
We can never do this.”
His lips tilt up into a knowing smile before he gives me one last kiss.
And he makes sure it’s one I won’t soon forget.
“It’s not up to you,” he murmurs. “Stop fighting me, Cass, and just give
in.”
With that he leaves again and I realize it’s the second time in the space
of three days that he’s left me in this disheveled state. Bastard.
I jump off the counter, and fix my dress in a rush. I catch Kyler just outside the bathroom door and grab his arm. He turns to face me, a smirk on his
face. You’re not winning this round, Knight. I stretch on my toes and bring
his face close enough to mine so that our lips almost touch, while I rub his
hard-on beneath the zipper of his dark jeans. He sucks in a breath, and just
when he thinks I’m about to surrender, I pull the rug out from under him.
“Don’t fuck with me, Kyler,” I whisper harshly. “I don’t have time for your
games, and I sure as shit don’t want to be another notch on your bedpost.”
The trailer trash side of my personality rears it’s head, as does the Southern twang in my accent. If being as crass, and straight-forward with Kyler as
he is with me gets him to stop, then I will do what I have to.
Despite my conversation with Quinn on Friday night, I still have to do
what’s best for me, and one night with Kyler isn’t what’s best for me.
“See you outside,” I say. I walk away, feeling slightly high after that stunt.
I just hope he believes it.
~ Kyler ~
    Monday has found me drinking coffee at the breakfast counter in my
loft. I should already be at the office, but I ended up sleeping at my parents’
house last night. I stayed up late, reminiscing with my father and we didn’t
get to bed before two a.m. The image of Cassey’s butt sashaying in that white
dress is ingrained into my memory and made for some good material in the
shower this morning.
    I dress quickly, throwing on my grey pinstripe suit, no tie, and head into
the office. Instead of taking the town car my father always has available, I
decide to walk. The sidewalks bustle, the lunch crowd milling between their
jobs and lunch with friends. I ignore the admiring glances from the women
who pass me, focusing instead on the one face stuck on repeat in my head.
My phone vibrates in my pocket and the screen flashes with Jessa’s name and
number. I slide my finger across the screen, and answer.
“Hey, Jessa, what’s up?”
    “Hey baby,” she purrs. “I wanted to stop by the office and bring you some
lunch.”
On any other day, I would say yes in a heartbeat, because Jessa’s lunch has
nothing to do with food.
“I can’t,” I lie. “I’m slammed with meetings all afternoon.”
“What about tonight?” she whines.
I walk into the lobby of the Knight Media building and lower my voice.
“I’m busy, Jessa.”
“I’ll make it worth your while,” she chimes. Her voice oozes seduction,
but it’s familiar, and boring. I’ve already done this with her on numerous occasions, whether it was for publicity because of our family connections, or
because we both simply wanted to fuck around. Either way, I’m over it, and I
thought she would’ve caught the hint by now.
I haven’t seen her since the Blake’s anniversary party, which ended up
being another ambush on her part.
“I’m sure you will, but I’m busy.”
“Is there someone else?” she shrieks. I pull my phone away from my ear,
winching.
“It doesn’t matter, Jessa. You and I weren’t dating.”
She starts spouting off a string of obscenities, and I end the call