Lyle pressed his lips into a thin line, and gingerly touched his face where I had slapped him. With sad eyes, he said, “It hurts, Yvonne. I don’t know what’s going on with me. I don’t want to lose you. What am I supposed to do now? Why do you have to be with Christopher? From the beginning, that man has ill intentions, and he’s not a good person. Please believe me. Don’t be with him.”
What’s wrong with him? I don’t understand how this man’s mind works. I let out a sigh and rubbed my temple before saying, “So, you want me to continue to be your doormat? You want me to be with you so that you can walk all over me and do whatever you want to me? We’re adults now, Lyle. Time to grow up and be a man.”
“You’re so full of yourself. No doubt Christopher plays a role in that,” Lyle said with gritted teeth.
I replied coldly, “You have no say on the matter between Christopher and me. If you’re here to determine if I’m married to Christopher or not, then let me tell you this, we’re married. Satisfied?”
“Yvonne…”
“Stop following me, Lyle. Go back to Crystal and don’t pester me anymore. I’ve really had enough of you. You’re so annoying, don’t you know that?” As if I was avoiding the plague, I pushed the door open and quickly locked the door after slamming it in his face.
Lyle knocked on the door several times before finally turning to leave. I breathed a sigh of relief when I was certain that he was gone. Sometimes, I had the misperception that Lyle loved me. Of course, I knew that his love for me—if he even loved me at all—was incomparable to his love for Crystal.
He always felt that the women around him should be in love with him. And even if he were to break off the relationship, he expected the woman to be still in love with him. I’m not a fool. Why would I wait with a broken heart for him to come back to me?
He wanted both women to himself. How can a man love two women at the same time? If he really does, then he’s a jerk.
I leaned against the door and let out a deep sigh. When I lifted my eyes, I locked eyes with two pairs of eyes in the room. My pupils dilated with horror as I stared at them. At that moment, I was so stunned that I forgot to breathe.
There were two men in the room, and they were lying in bed together. One was lying on top of another, and they were only covered up to the waist with a thin quilt. It was obvious what kind of activity they were doing in bed. Both are men. Or am I dreaming?
“You should leave, miss. You’re intruding,” the man below the other man said angrily as he glared at me.
His sweet, feminine voice gave me the goosebumps.
“What are you staring at? Get out.” After seeing how shocked I was, he wrapped his arms around the man above him and started fidgeting. He deliberately stretched out his leg from the quilt and dug his hind foot into the man’s back.
I couldn’t believe my eyes, and in the next instant, I lifted my hand to cover my eyes. What the hell? That’s something that I can’t unsee.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to barge in. I’m going to leave now.” I didn’t dare to lower my hand from my eyes for fear of seeing more than I should. I turned around quickly, and since my eyes were still covered, I ran into a wall, painfully injuring my face.
“Get out of here!” the man who was on top roared. He threw an object at me, and it struck my foot. The object rolled on the floor and came to a stop right in front of me. My eyes widened in embarrassment when my brain registered that thing on the floor as the sex toy that Christopher wrote about.
