If I'm the Babysitter... Can I Kiss The Daddy?

GUYS I AM IN JAMAICA LOL. I meant to upload before I left but as usual, things conspired against me. So here I am in a Jamaican Internet Cafe at the moment, writing all this out- be grateful XD

Thanks for all your private, non-private messages, comments and votes. Got to go now as my time is up! Will upload in a couple of weeks. Hope you enjoy the chapter.

“I- I can’t Chloe.” Rory’s hurried words reached my ears.

“What?” I demanded, pissed. He had broken the kiss and was now staring at the floor, jaw clenched and brows furrowed.

“I can’t do this to Jack, he’s my best friend and you’re his girlfriend. I know I always have bad luck with girls but surely this is too much?” Rory looked up at me now; his eyes searching mine, begging for me to agree with him. I didn’t respond right away and the seconds ticked by like an ominous time bomb.

“But why did you kiss me then?” It was my turn to furrow my brows now.

“To shut you up.” Was his blunt response. I gave him a withering look.

“Ok ok! Well I don’t know, to be honest.”

“You don’t know. Well now that’s all cleared up I’ll just go-” I began, forgetting that I was still straddling him with my back pressed up against the cubicle wall. So when I let go of his shoulders and attempted to push him away, all that happened was I slid down the wall a little, coming to a stop when my crotch bumped directly on his manhood.

We both sucked in a short breath as our lust for each other flared once again. It was a long moment that we shared after, trying to decipher the thoughts in each other’s eyes.

Suddenly, Rory’s phone started ringing, abruptly breaking our “moment”. He used one of his feet to slide his jeans closer across the floor. The action of him moving his leg made us bump in said places again, only this time harder.

“Shit, Rory!” I couldn’t help but moan into his ear. His breathing sped up a bit as he flipped his jeans up into his hands and proceeded to take his mobile out.

“It’s Jack,” he said hoarsely. Guilt surged through me at the mention of his name but I fought it back down.

“Let me answer it.” Rory handed me the phone.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Chéri! Have you found your dress yet?” The smooth deep undertones of Jack’s voice soothed my burning lust for Rory. It seemed as though I had fallen straight back to reality just at the sound of his beautiful voice.

“I umm... no, not yet. But if it’s any consolation I have three dresses to choose from by process of elimination?” It was true; three dresses had caught my eye but I hadn’t had a chance to look at them properly since Rory practically dragged me into the changing rooms. Jack’s melodic chuckle resonated through the phone.

“I take it you’ll be awhile then. You getting along with Rory now?”

“Y-yeah. He’s... tolerable.” I made the mistake of looking into Rory’s eyes as I said that and saw the hurt in them. What the hell?!

“Ok, I got a business call on the other line so I’ll see you later, chéri!”

“Bye Jack!” I ended the call and handed the phone back to Rory who was just staring at me, the expression in his eyes no longer decipherable.

“What?” I demanded.

“Nothing.” He then stepped away from me, allowing me to stand up. He turned away, tugging his jeans on and running his hands through his dirty blonde hair in the mirror.

“I’ll uh... I’ll find you a dress and you can wait here?” He said hesitantly.

“And why would I trust you to find me a nice dress?”

“Because I’m Rory Fair, bitch!” He declared, laughing out loud. I laughed a little to help break the tension. Rory seemed satisfied with that as he smiled genuinely and opened the cubicle door.

“I won’t be a minute.” He slipped out of the door, shutting it behind him.

I groaned and slid down the wall until I was in a foetal position on the floor. What was I doing? This wasn’t like me! I would never cheat; I knew how it felt. I loved Jack and that was for sure, so why did I feel this connection with Rory? Is it possible to love two people? Arghhh all the questions were stretching my brain.