"What about Kyle and Khloe?"

I ask defensively and immediately I place my junk food away from me.

"Now everyone who matters to me knows about him. My parents know and even Diana knows. It's about time I claim Kyle as my son in the public eye. I hate not telling him and everyone the truth. I hate lying to Kyle and making him think I am just a friend of yours when we clearly never get along so it's not that believable regardless."

"What about Khloe? You mentioned her."

"I love that girl just as much as I love Kyle. I love her spunk, her energy, her personality, her everything, and I see her as my child too."

My eyes widen.

"Listen once the media finds out -cause they will; they always do- Kyle, Khloe, and you will be how should I put this... you guys will be celebrities. You all will be hounded by paparazzi, fans, enemies, TMZ, and you will need protection and training to handle these situations. You guys will be a target. Your life will never be the same again."

"So how do we prepare for this?"

I ask struggling to sink everything in.

"To start off, you, Kyle and Khloe need to move out of this neighborhood it's too unsafe, dirty, and quite frankly disgusting."

"So you want us to move in to the house you bought us?"

Kye shakes his head.

"You all are moving in with me in Texas."

W-wh- huh?

I am in a twilight zone.

"What's that look for?"

He has the nerve to ask me.

"First off I don't even know how Kyle will react once I tell him that I have been keeping the secret for months of who his biological father is. Second off you are telling me our peace and privacy in life will never be the same again, and now you want us to move Down South with you. That alone justifies 'my look"

"We'll tell him and Khloe together, but I am not just ordering stuff to be an asshole. I am doing this because it is the only way to make sure everyone is protected."

I get up and start walking around nervously in circles.

"This is just too much to handle or even think about."

I mumble to myself as I walk towards the kitchen.

I lean over the counter trying to calm down.

"So don't think about it, and let me handle everything on my own."

Suddenly I jump back because I feel arms wrap around my waist.

I slowly turn around in Kye's arms to face him, and I feel so uncomfortable by the unfamiliar stare he gives me.

"Kye-"

I am speechless once I feel him grab my chin with one hand. I am, if possible, frozen. I can't move, and I watch Kye as he takes his other hand away from my waist and uses his crouch to pin me towards the kitchen counter.

"What are you doing?"

I whisper in shock as Kye still has his hand on my chin.

"Trying to kiss you."

He states making fear come over me.

Kye observes my expression and leans his lips towards me.

His soft lips land on my forehead and I am surprised that I am actually disappointed.

Kye then walks away, and sits on a chair in the dining room.

That was weird. I take a deep breath and follow him.

"So we will basically be starting life all over again? That's ridiculous. Where would I even work?"

"You don't have to work-"

I immediately cut Kye off.

"Probably Diana and those other broads you've been with are okay with depending on other men in order to survive, but I am not that type of female."

"So you prefer to work for someone else."

Kye says sarcastically.

"Glad you understand."

I respond siting in the chair across from Kye.

"Second, I'm not moving into any man's house that is not my husband."

I state to Kye.

"What?"

"I am a lady and what type of morals would I be teaching my kids."

"Well throw away your fucking morals because this is non negotiable. Keep in mind it's for the best interest of our kids."

"Our kids?"

"You heard me."

Kye says ready for me to dispute his statement.

"I don't even know you like that. Neither do you know me, nor my kids."

"Trust me I did my research."

Kye says with a smirk causing me to roll my eyes.

"What's my favorite color? Did your research get that. All you know is stuff about me, but you don't know me. Vice versa. I don't know the real Kye, yet my kids and I are expected to move in with a stranger."

"Based on the color of your nail polish, car decorations, amethyst color in you ring -eventhough it is not your birthstone, because according to my research you were born in April thus making your birthstone diamond, I will go with purple as my final answer to what is your favorite color."

I know my cheeks are red with the way Kye observes so much about me. I can't even speak since that was so impressive.

"I'll take that blush and stunned silence as a correct."

He says with a wink, irritating me.

"I'm not blushing and lucky guess."

I respond crossing my arms.

"Whatever. Ask another question."

He says with a smirk, and I dig deep to find a question he can not answer.

"What is my biggest fear?"

I ask knowing he won't get it.

He look at me for about a minute and then let's out a sigh.

I knew he couldn't answer that.

"Your answer is probably something different, since you most likely have not admitted it to yourself yet, but the real fears you have are losing Kyle and Khloe, not being able to fully protect them, and most of all, attachment."

My jaw drops.

"I don't have commitment problems!"

I say clearly offended.

"Of course not. In addition you are the type to commit to something whole heartedly. However you are afraid to connect to someone on a level in more of a depth than surface level. You don't allow people into your life, you don't give them a chance because of fear."

"Pfft. Fear of what Dr.Phil?"

I ask curiously.

"Fear of abandonment. Fear that they will one day no longer want you and reject you like your parents did."

His words strike a nerve. In fact they infuriate me, and involuntarily I try to mush him across the face, but he grabs my hand.

"What the fuck you mean like my parents did? Do you fucking know me? Who the fuck are you to bring up my past life? You don't know shit about me! Fuck you! You think that shit is funny?"

His words cut an uncomprehending deepness into me. He will never know how big they scar.

Silent tears fall from my eyes and I can't formulate words anymore. Suddenly Kye comes to the seat next to me, and wraps his arms around me. My head leans on his hard chest.

"You have lived a life of peaches and roses. You have two parents, a stable job. You could never understand."

"I understand pain Laila. Pain is universal. It is omni. With pain, there is no class, nor is it selective. Everyone is affected by it in life."

I don't respond and close my eyes suddenly feeling tired again.

"Growing up, I have always reverenced my father. I held him on a pedestal; he was my hero. To me he was perfect father. A true example of what a father and husband should be. So here comes my sophomore year of high school. When I can't really find one thing to complain about, all of a sudden I walk home from school one day and walk into my father demanding a divorce, lie detector and paternity test from my mother. My mother refused all three. They ended up separating, and around that time was when I felt one of the most painful hurts in my life. I hated my father. I wondered why he didn't love me anymore. Why did he bring me into this world to abandon me? Why was I not good enough? What could I have done to change?

I became an angry teen. I turned into an asshole. I was no longer the perfect golden child. My grades started to deplete, I did not respect women, I got into fights with men, and I was just a lost soul. One day I had to work with Diana in a group project, and she was actually one of the few females I actually tolerated. She told me she had a brother who was the coach of my high school football team, and that I should try out because I was athletic. At first I just ignored her, but decided it would be better to put my aggression in sports rather than fights. Long story short I got drafted by a few scouts, and as time progressed, my life started to fall back into place. My mother and I forgave my father once he begged for forgiveness, and we found out he had a mental illness. He was suffering from bipolar disease. We got him help, and after ended up proposing to Diana a few years down the line. Now my family is back together, but Diana and I are broken. Trust me when I say I understand pain."

I lift my head up and look into Kye's blue eyes.

"I've felt the same way you did when your father rejected you. I feel the same way. I to wonder what did I do wrong. What do I do wrong that my family did not want contact with me? How can I fix it? Can I fix it? How do I become more lovable so that one day I will love myself, or in some imaginary world someone will love me?"

All of a sudden Kye grips my chin and shocks the fuck out of me as he places his lips on to mine. I close my eyes as he leans into the kiss to deepen it and softly sucks my bottom lip. At first I do not know how to respond, but as the kiss lengthens I follow his lead.

When I finally realize what is happening, I break the kiss. Both of us start breathing heavily, and both have our eyes closed. I am afraid to open my eyes and in fact I keep them closed for a while.

"That was better than I imagined."

Kye says making my eyes not only open but widen.

"You've thought about us kissing before?"

This is not just impulse, I am in my feelings, kiss?

"I've wanted to do that for a very long time. Since the first day I met you and saw your full lips."

I can't help but blush.

"I can't really get mad at Diana for physically cheating on me, because I have been mentally cheating on her since I met you."

My mouth becomes dry and I walk to the fridge to drink water.

What the fuck is happening?

He's only acting like this because he is at a vulnerable state right now. His fiancé cheated on him and he is not thinking clearly. Plus the alcohol.

Damn.

"You okay?"

I quickly turn around to face Kye.

"Look this only happened cause of the alcohol, and us both being at vulnerable points. We don't have to worry about this happening again. It was a mistake."

I say to Kye, and am surprised when I see him frown.

"When should we tell Kyle the truth?"

He says changing the subject.

"I'll tell him this week-"

"I want us to tell him together."

"Nope. I am going to tell him."

"For what? I'm his father I decide- wait that's coming out wrong."

He stops him self.

"I may not have given birth to him, but he is more of my son than yours. Don't forget that you never wanted him in the first place. Remember when you said you want to frame the negative test results above your bed? Remember when you called him a bastard. Now settle down and I'll think about telling him the truth by myself or with you. However, you don't dictate anything around here."

Who does he think he is?

"Oh god. You didn't forgive me yet? Are you serious? You know I've changed since then."

"I know you've had amnesia and forgot how much of an asshole you are, but you can't hide your true colors forever."

"Laila"

"Kye"

"Really?"

"For real?"

He rolls his eyes at me and a yawn leaves my mouth.

"Look if you want to sleep there's two couches for you to pick from. I'm going to bed. The kids are not expected to be here till tomorrow evening, so I expect to wake up late tomorrow. Don't fuck that up."

"Where are they?"

He asks following me into the living room.

"They are with Aunty Rachel. I'll go get you a pillow and blanket."

I manage to find some of Henry's basketball shorts, and a wife beater.

I walk out with the pillow and blanket in one hand and the clothes in another.

"Look these are Henry's. Don't worry I won't tell him you're wearing his stuff again."

I joke handing him the clothes.

"Thank You"

He says with a smile.

I make his bed on the couch for him, and turn around to clean up the ice cream and beer from the coffee table.

When I walk towards the garbage I empty out my things, and I turn back to make sure I got everything. However, my eyes land on Kye's bare chest.

"Damn"

I mumble to myself as I watch him change.

I count all 8 of them. Why is he so beautiful. I'm actually frozen in my spot.

I watch Kye as he walks up to me. He has a smirk on his face, but I don't even care. He is probably four feet away from me as he put on the wife beater I gave him.

All of a sudden he walks closer to me and wipes the side of my mouth. My face reddens as I see drool on his thumb.

"Oh no"

I mumble while face palming myself.

"What do you have to say for yourself, firefly?"

My nose flares.

"Please not with that stupid nickname shit again."

He grabs my chin and wraps his arm around my waist.

"Wrong answer Firefly."

He mumbles before smashing his lips to mine.

My eyes widen in shock as he takes his hands and lifts me up by my thighs.

"Kye!"

I screech out as he backs me into a wall.

His lips move to my neck, and I close my eyes relishing the soft wet feel of his therapeutic lips.

I fail at stifling a moan, and then all of a sudden Kye grips my thighs harder.

He moves his mouth back to my lips and darts his tongue into my opened mouth. He explores his tongue into my mouth and I follow his lead. Kye slips his hand underneath my nightie and I feel his hands on my stomach working its way towards my-

"Fuck!"

Kye growls as his phone rings.

He uses one of his hands he's carrying me with to go into his pocket.

"It's my Publicist. I have to answer sorry."

He says and I watch as he walks towards the bathroom to take his call.

I go towards my bedroom and lock the door behind me.

What the fuck just happened?