A/N: First off, "AWW! YOU GUYS!" *Squee!* lol I just want to say how much you guys make me smile with your reviews and story alerts! So thank you once again and I'm super uber glad you've enjoyed the previous chapters! Hopefully you enjoy this one too? I feel like this wasn't my best so I'm already feeling bad that this might not meet expectations? Had some writers block to, I think. I feel like I'm just rambling sometimes, like now.. so just stop reading this and read the story lol
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Tyler Lockwood sat at the bar of some washed-up pub he didn't really know the name of. The layout of the place was archetypal; drab, all shiny brown, smelly, and crowded with slutty girls looking for man-whores, and man-whores looking for slutty girls.
Sounds of glasses clinking and meaningless chatter encircled him, as he picked up the rest of his beer and downed it one sip. Damned if he wasn't an egotistical son-of-a-bitch, but he was getting tired of all these skank's hitting on him, practically on their knees already, offering blowjobs and money for a quick fuck. Normally he'd be all for it, if the girl was hot enough. But, not tonight.
He sighed, and motioned for the bartender to pour him another drink, as some Double D brunette came sauntering up to him. Exhibit A.
"Well, hey there hot stuff," Tyler rolled his eyes at her use of vocabulary, mumbling a curt 'hi.' Oblivious to his lack of interest, she crept closer to him, pressing her cleavage against his shoulder, proposing a onslaught of obscene things they could do to each other for the right price.
"No, thanks." He snapped, hoping she'd get the message, but of course the brunette stayed persistent.
"Come on, I guarantee it'll be worth your time, baby." She continued in a flat voice, somehow managing to crush her massive breasts even closer to him, as she kept prattling on nauseatingly. He became more impatient by the second, shouting at her, "Look, hussy." He stated pulling out his mobile, "If you really have nothing better to do, why don't you take this cell phone and shove it up your fucking overused a-" Suddenly the device in his hand began to vibrate and light up. He glanced at the number, not recognizing it. He took this as a gift from God, turning away from the slut, answering the call.
"Hello?" he questioned into the phone. He was alarmed to hear quiet sobs from the caller, when a girl spoke up, "Tyler?" She stuttered his name.
Caroline, His body immediately reacting to the simple word, causing him unease. He'd be damned if he let a girl control him, Tyler Lockwood.
He opened his mouth to speak, but Caroline's voice carried on, "I called...to let you know." His eyebrows furrowed despite what she was saying, he could tell there was something very wrong.
"Is...everything ok, Caroline?" Suspicion coating his words.
She sniffed, "Yea..of course. Everything's fine." Silence. Then, the unmistakable noise of tears sounded over the receiver.
He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, wiping his hand over his face, "Pick you up in 20 minutes?"
"Yes." Her voice rang with assurance through her snivels, then the line went dead.
Tyler's head was spinning. He didn't understand what he cared about right now. His main goal this whole time had been to get into this hot blonde's pants, what was he doing comforting her?
Then of course, comforting could lead to other things...
He swiftly grabbed his jacket and car keys, and hurried to his car.
Caroline's heart sped up at the sight of Tyler's rental coming to a stop in front of her house. She'd quietly packed some things, and put on some clothes.
She was slightly embarrassed as she slipped on her new lingerie from Victoria's Secret, under a pair of shorts and T-shirt. Was she trying to impress him? What was she even doing, getting comfort from this, incredibly sexy, guy she hadn't seen in almost 7 years...
Taking one last peek at the seemingly lifeless husband of hers passed out on the bed, she rapidly slinked out the door.
As she made her way toward the car, she spied Tyler reclining in the driver's seat, his mouthed curved up into a smile. One that was peculiarly not smug...
Entering the car, Caroline gave him a fervent, "Thank you." He only shrugged in return as they pulled away, and she watched the house get smaller in the rearview mirror, a weird feeling cultivating inside her. She couldn't tell what it was...Relief? Anxiety? ...Excitement?
Most of the ride was silent, probably due to the fact neither of them had a clue what was taking place, and he didn't mention her cries he'd most certainly heard over their phone conversation. She didn't mind at all that he didn't either.
It wasn't long before the vehicle curved into the parking lot of an upscale apartment complex, stopping in one of the marked spaces.
Tyler twisted the key in the ignition, hushing the engines whirrs. "I'm sorry I don't really have a house available to me right now, I'm just kind of...visiting at the moment." He apologized, running his fingers through his tousled dark hair.
"No, I don't mind at all," Looking over at him, noticing his eyes were staring at her lips. Involuntary, Caroline leaned toward him, breathing becoming heavy. How did he do this to her?
It could have been his cockiness that made her so turned on by him, the way his dark eyes seemed to bore in to hers, or maybe it was their proximity to each other, making her feel each delicious time his breath swirled and intertwined with hers. But who really gave a shit?
"Maybe..." his voice low with desire, "we should head on up to my room now." Caroline nodded eagerly, causing him to laugh before they both jumped out of the car, rushing toward the elevator located inside the refined, elegant looking lobby.
Tyler rammed the 'up' arrow button multiple times before it finally opened excruciatingly slow. They entered the narrow space-limited room, and waited until the doors had sealed shut before they collided into each other, kissing deeply. Their tongues wrestling urgently, increasing in intensity each fleeting second as Caroline rubbed her body up against his repeatedly.
If it hadn't been for the subtle 'ding' indicating a quick stop at another floor, Tyler would have torn her clothes off and eaten her out right then and there. But exasperatingly enough, that 'ding' signified the entrance of another passenger. As the doors glided open, the couple peeled apart from each other and tried to stand nonchalantly, watching as a women in about her late 40's joined them. Caroline tried to give her a polite smile, but mortifyingly enough, she was panting like she'd just run a marathon.
Oh, fuck.. This was beyond humiliating. The women understood instantaneously what had been taking place, her eyes widening as she shifted to the farthest side of the tiny elevator, a horrified look broadcasted on her wrinkled face.
Caroline was basically dying of embarrassment as the only thing that filled the awkward silence of the narrow space, was Tyler and hers extremely heavy breathing. She looked over at him, visibly trembling from impatience.
Not soon enough, they'd reached the middle-aged woman's floor. Taking one last look at the pair, she bolted toward the exit, more than willing to get away from the uncomfortable situation. Then Caroline couldn't help it, she busted out laughing, Tyler joining in.
She suddenly felt like she could fly, from just the happiness alone that was blossoming inside her at that very moment. She hadn't laughed like that in...
Abruptly, she stopped, forehead creasing as a result of the inability to remember a time she'd recently been happy. Her eyes started to sting, and she cursed internally at herself for being so fucking emotional.
"Hey, none of that. Whatever you're thinking about right now, just stop it. That's the exact opposite of what you're here for." Tyler instructed, making her hurt and confused. What'd he mean by that?
"What am I here for then, Tyler?" She retorted, glaring up at him through water-blurred vision. Keeping a straight face, he closed the distance between them, cupping her face with his smooth hand. His answer was firm, avowed like a fact, "You're here to forget about all that shit. You're here, to think about only... this."
This, was effortlessly made to be all she could think about, as he pulled her face to his. Their bodies mashed back together simultaneously, their mouths continuing to form to each other's creating such passion Caroline could already feel herself getting damp below. Tyler's words rang true in her ears, this was what she wanted, what she needed. This was what she came here for.
Lust, not love.
A/N: And, SCENE. Thanks for reading, I'd appreciate reviews cause I'm very curious to see if that was alright or not. I really did NOT want to leave you guys hanging like this, I feel horrible for it lol but be patient the true LEMONS will come in time. and again, sorry for any grammatical errors in it I missed while checking it :)