Dehydrated and exhausted, Kyra returned home from her wild night of partying late the next day. She crept in expecting to hear the TV or music playing at the very least, but it was quiet – almost too quiet. Kyra wandered from room to room only to find that each one was empty. Cincere was gone.
“Cincere . . .?” Kyra called his name and was met by an insufferable silence. Cincere left without so much as a note stating where he went or when he would be back – if at all.
Kyra rushed to plug her phone into the charger and found she had a long list of missed calls, most of which were from Cincere asking her where she was and when she was coming home, along with a text message from Meeka asking if she made it home safely. Luckily for Kyra, Cincere was gone by the time she got there, but her relief was only temporary. Because while she might not like it, she knew she would have to answer to him eventually.
In dire need of a shower, Kyra quickly disposed of her dress on her way to the bathroom where she planned to get rid of any other evidence that could possibly link her to Dominic. But as Kyra passed the mirror she barely recognized the woman staring back at her. She was covered in guilt, and it was going to take a lot more than soap and hot water to wash away her shame. Memories of that morning were still fresh while her recollection of last night was fuzzy at best, and part of her almost felt it was better that way.
The only thing Kyra remembered was waking up to the sound of seagulls crying out. The brisk chill that accompanies dawn filled her lungs and the splendor of the sunrise cast a faint glow around the cabin. Not that she could appreciate it. Her eyes were extremely sensitive to light to the point where she could barely open them, and the constant swaying of the boat wasn’t doing much to help the liquor still sitting on her stomach. As Kyra leaned over the edge of the bed, she just knew she was going to be sick.
But as Kyra lay there trying to regroup, she had a stunning revelation. She didn’t own a boat. Nor did she know anyone who did. Kyra woke up with no idea where she was or how she got there.
And how could Kyra ever forget Dominic, or the awkward exchange they had before she left? Dominic certainly wasn’t ugly, but much like their moment, Kyra’s feelings for him were short-lived. As soon as her buzz wore off, her attraction to him, whatever “thing” she had for him, wore off with it. Once she got what she wanted she didn’t want anything to do with him.
Sleeping with Dominic was a huge mistake, and there was no way Kyra would ever make the same mistake twice. Out of respect for Cincere and their relationship, Kyra swore to never see Dominic again – which shouldn’t be too hard considering he was just a tourist. Kyra could rest assured knowing that at least one of her problems would solve itself. Lord knows she had enough of them.
Still, Kyra was smart enough to know that every relationship has its problems and that her and Cincere’s relationship was no exception. Even though she might not have it in her to come right out and confess about Dominic, last night let her know she couldn’t keep avoiding the real issue. And that was her feelings for Justin.
Once Kyra had the chance to sober up, she came to the conclusion that the only reason she slept with Dominic was to feel better about Justin getting married to that Eden chick. Unfortunately for her, it did the complete opposite.
The pleasure Dominic provided was replaced by remorse in the morning. Her conscience was eating her alive. Kyra had never been the type to go home with a guy she just met, let alone sleep with him on the first night, which would explain why she was so quick to blame it on the alcohol. Her being drunk was the only way she could understand why she would do something so stupid.
Dominic was undeniably good looking, but that didn’t mean Kyra cared about him. She certainly didn’t care about him more than she cared about Cincere. And she for damn sure didn’t trust him. Truthfully, Kyra wasn’t even sure she really even liked Dominic that much.
The TV was all Kyra had for light as she sat alone in their apartment that night, waiting for Cincere to get home. One of the stations was airing re-runs of Martin, but she wasn’t really watching. The cleverest punchlines hadn’t drawn a single laugh from her. Her sense of regret seemed to build every hour he wasn’t there.
“Hey. . .” Her meek greeting matched the way she was feeling. The sound of Cincere’s keys had Kyra on high alert, but the moment he finally walked through the door was even more nerve-racking than the last. She had been trying to come up with what she going to say the entire time he was gone, and yet nothing sounded good enough. She felt so bad for the way she had been treating him. She could barely look him in the eye.
“Hey.” Cincere flicked the light switch as he walked by it on his way to the kitchen. “You’re going to hurt your eyes sitting in the dark like this,” he commented. Kyra was surprised to see him show even the smallest amount of concern for her well-being. That was the most he said to her all week.
It had been a tense couple of days since their big fight and Kyra was sure her disappearing act didn’t do much to help the situation. Cincere already had his suspicions about her cheating on him with Justin, but rather than confront her about them, he ignored her altogether. He was quite talented actually. Cincere could go hours, sometimes even days, without saying a word to her.
“I didn’t know you had to work today.” Kyra leaned against the doorframe, trying to feel him out, but Cincere wasn’t giving her much to go on. He carried on as though nothing was wrong, scrutinizing the contents of the fridge like he often did. He even started whistling a happy tune.
“Yeah well it sure beats sitting at home waiting on you.” The whistling stopped when he peered over the door at her. Even the slightest glance from him was scathing.
“Nice to see you finally decided to show up.” Cincere snatched a Vitamin Water off the shelf and walked away.
“Cincere, can we please talk about this?” Kyra followed him back to the living room. She was finally ready to make peace, but Cincere wasn’t so willing. He looked at her as if he already knew everything.
“I don’t know, Kyra. Are you sure you’re ready to hear what I have to say?” Cincere popped the top and took a sip. Kyra couldn’t say anything.
“I’ve been trying to call you all morning, but your phone was off. . .” Cincere left his comment open and waited for Kyra to fill him in. In all their years together, he never knew her to turn her phone off for any reason so he was curious as to why his calls kept going to straight to voicemail.
“Sorry. . . My phone died,” Kyra mumbled what sounded like the most basic excuse in the book. That part of her story was true – even if he didn’t believe it.
“You want to tell me where you were last night?” Cincere continued; his tone much more aggressive than before and his stare just as invasive.
“I wasn’t with Justin if that’s what you’re gettin’ at,” Kyra asserted, one hand on her hip.
“Then where the hell were you, Kyra? When I left this morning your ass still wasn’t back yet,” he noted.
“I was with Meeka,” Kyra said. “We went to go check out this new spot over on Provo. I forget what it’s called. . .” Kyra tried to explain her side of things, but she didn’t get very far before he interrupted her.
“So you mean to tell me you went to the club? And you didn’t even say anything?” Cincere looked like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Wow. I hope you had fun,” he snorted.
“Call and ask her if you don’t believe me!” Kyra gushed in desperation.
“Okay. That still doesn’t explain why you didn’t come home last night.” When Cincere began to press her for a real answer, Kyra took a deep breath to keep going. She had some serious explaining to do.
“While we were there I had a little too much to drink . . . I didn’t think it was safe for me to drive so I figured it was best if I stayed the night at her place,” Kyra lied knowing that Meeka would cover for her and then probably chew her out for it later. Kyra hated getting her involved in her drama, but she didn’t know what else to tell him. The truth wasn’t even an option at this point.
“So she doesn’t have a phone? I was worried about you when you didn’t come home.” Cincere glared at her from the far side of the room.
“Baby, I’m sorry . . . I wasn’t thinkin’. . .” Kyra rushed to be by his side, but Cincere kept his distance.
“Clearly!” he blew up at her without warning. “God, Kyra how can you be so fucking inconsiderate! You could have at least called me!” he yelled.
“Cincere, I said I’m sorry! What else do you want me to do?” Kyra could feel her composure withering away by the second. Her apology was genuine but it was as though everything she said was meaningless. Cincere seemed too mad to care.
“That’s the thing, Kyra! You’re not sorry! You knew you were wrong, yet you did it anyway!” When he came at her screaming, Kyra felt a wave of guilt wash over her. Cincere was right – in both instances.
“Look, Cincere I don’t care who’s right or wrong anymore, okay? I’m not here to point fingers. I’m not tryin’ to argue.” Kyra fought the quiver in her voice, but that didn’t stop the tears from forming.
“I don’t know what else you expect me to say, Kyra. It’s not like what I say holds any weight with you. Why even waste my time?” Cincere shrugged her off. However, Kyra refused to let it go.
“Is that what you think this is; a waste of time?” she asked.
“I’m just going off what you’re showing me. And right now, it sure seems that way,” he admitted.
“Cincere, you know that’s not true. . . I love you,” she whimpered.
“Do you?” Cincere shot her a sideways glance that caught Kyra by surprise. Now that she was sure of her feelings for him, it was Cincere who had his doubts.
“Of course I do. . .” Kyra used a gentle tone to speak to him, but it didn’t change the way he treated her.
“I don’t know about you, Kyra. You’ve been acting different ever since. . .” Cincere looked away without finishing his sentence.
“Ever since . . . what?” Kyra studied him with a furrowed brow. He was breathing heavily; a sure sign of his vexation.
“Nevermind,” Cincere let out a stress-filled sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck. He tried backing out of their argument, but it was too late. Kyra wouldn’t let him.
“Ever since what Cincere,” she marched up to him and was met by a cold stare.
“What do you care? You don’t care what I think. No matter what I say you’re still going to do what you want to do. Who am I to stop you?” he was gruff in his answer.
“But I do care about you, Cincere . . . That’s why I’m here. I’m tryin’ to make things right. . . I want to make this work,” Kyra continued to argue through her tears. Her emotions were raw where as it seemed Cincere shut his off completely.
“Cincere, you have to know I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. . .” Kyra was practically begging for his forgiveness, but Cincere didn’t look moved by her apology.
“Yeah, well you did.” The look Cincere gave her cut deep.
“I know, baby, and I’m sorry. . .” Cincere finally let his guard down long enough for Kyra to wrap her arms around him.
“Do you think you’ll ever be able to forgive me?” Kyra closed her eyes as she laid her head on his back. It was going to take her awhile to forgive herself so she could only imagine how long it might take him. It seemed like it took him forever just to answer her.
“I honestly don’t know, Kyra . . . I really don’t,” Cincere sighed heavily as he claimed his spot on the couch.
“Tell me how I can make it up to you.” Kyra sat next to him, her hand on his thigh in an attempt to regain his attention. Surely there was something she could do to regain his trust.
“Tell me what to do.” Kyra scooted close to him; her tone a sensual whisper. She then leaned in and kissed him; slowly, delicately.
But what started out as a kiss quickly escalated to something much more serious all in a matter of seconds. Cincere’s hands were all over her in his attempt to take control and dominate, but Kyra had him beat when she fell to her knees, working quickly to unzip his jeans. During the course of their conversation, it became clear to Kyra that if she wanted to make things better it was going to take a lot more than her simply saying she was sorry. If she was truly sorry then she was going to have to prove it.
“Damn, baby. . .” Cincere hissed when he felt her grip him with her lips. He lifted up off the cushions as he watched her take every inch of him in her mouth. Kyra was the only woman he ever dated who could make all eight inches disappear and make it look easy. Each time she went down until the tip touched the back of her throat.
Kyra let her hands explore the deep ridges in his chest as she continued to drive him crazy. Cincere had a firm grip on her curls as he assisted her in deep-throating, but he couldn’t keep his eyes open long enough to watch her. Just the sound of her choking and spitting on him, combined with the feeling of her big, soft lips was enough to have him breathing hard.
Kyra gauged his grunts as a sign she was doing it right. She could always tell when Cincere was about to cum by the way his legs stiffened and his toes curled, so she incorporated more tongue until he did. Cincere thought he was going to come again when she swallowed all of it.
“Now do you accept my apology?” Kyra finished up with a single kiss near his bellybutton. By the time she was done with him, Cincere could barely move.
“Apology accepted,” Cincere answered her with a smile that said he was satisfied. He still hadn’t opened his eyes yet.
“Listen, baby I know you had a long day. I’m sure you want to relax. . . Why don’t you let me run you a bath?” Kyra rubbed his chest as she lay on top of him. Cincere was a hard worker who deserved to be catered to, and that was exactly what Kyra was going to do. She knew the perfect way to show him how much he was loved and appreciated.
Kyra got up and headed to the bathroom first, where she took it upon herself to run his water for him. As they waited for the tub to fill up, Kyra took her time undressing him, making sure to remove each article carefully.
“There you go. . . How’s that?” Kyra helped him in and waited for him to get situated. The second she turned to leave, Cincere reached up and grabbed her hand.
“It’s great. . . Thanks, Babe,” Cincere gazed at her with love in his eyes. No matter how mad she made him, he couldn’t stay mad forever. He would always have a soft spot for her.
“You’re welcome baby.” Kyra gave a faint smile in return. It felt good knowing they didn’t have to go to bed mad at each other. Now that the tension had lifted, she could finally breathe again.
Kyra sat on the edge for a moment stroking the back of his head before getting up again. All of her worrying wore her out. She was ready to turn in, but the grip Cincere had on her hand said she wasn’t going anywhere.
“Uh-Uh! I know you don’t think you’re getting off that easy!”
“No! Cincere!” Kyra hollered when he pulled her in with him. Her clothes were soaked and there was no saving her hair.
“Mmm, hmm, I got you now!” He pulled her close and held her tight, joking all the while. Kyra wanted to be mad at him, but all she could do was laugh.
“Oh my God, Cincere I am goin’ to kill you!” She splashed him in the face, but that didn’t stop him from laughing. Cincere was cracking up.
The two of them continued to laugh in between lots and lots of kisses. Kyra got rid of her jeans in seconds, while Cincere volunteered to take off her shirt. They couldn’t get her clothes off fast enough.
Once Kyra was free, she helped guide him inside of her. Cincere had her positioned just how he wanted her, but being in the water, Kyra was so wet and warm he could hardly tell the difference.
“I love you, Kyra,” Cincere whispered in her ear as he picked her up and put her on the edge of the tub.
“I love you, too, baby,” Kyra gave him a kiss on the cheek for encouragement. She knew to hold on when he started going crazy in it.
“Promise me you’ll never leave me?” Cincere pressed his forehead against hers as he stared into her eyes. “Promise me we’ll always be together,” he breathed.
Kyra put her finger up to silence him before replacing it with her lips. One look in his eyes and all her guilt came rushing back. She had never seen Cincere so vulnerable or heard him sound so desperate for her affection. And while Kyra knew better than to make a promise she couldn’t keep, she could no longer deny him.