K POV
''I'm sorry, but I had to tell her.'' I heard Nikki's voice outside, and I sighed sadly; hoping that they would just leave me alone. I needed to be alone for a while; on my own, ready to think things over.
''You've just made things worse. I was sure that we were just getting on fine, and you tell her that.'' I heard Robert's livid voice reply to Nikki.
''Yeah well, the damage is done. She had reason to know.'' Nikki disagreed. ''Kristen?'' I heard Nikki's small knock on the door, and tried unsuccessfully to ignore it.
''Give me the key; I need to speak to her.'' I heard Robert demand.
''No, please, go away.'' I requested in a useless, small voice that I could barely recognize myself.
''She doesn't want to speak to you.'' Nikki hissed at him.
''That's your fault. I need to at least explain my actions.'' I heard him say back. I heard a key turn in the door, and I stumbled back up to a standing position, watching as they door started to open.
I hoped it wasn't him with the key. He definitely wasn't the person I needed to speak to right now.
His head peeked around the door, nervously at first, until he found my face. ''Kristen, just let-''
''GET OUT!'' I shouted at him, trying to push him out of the door unsuccessfully.
''Kristen, please. There's nothing going on. It was just a drunken one-night stand.'' He pushed the door back, and barged his way in to the room, watching me carefully the whole time he did.
I sighed, giving up fighting, and kicked my heels off. I walked to the bed, and sat down, hiding my face in complete and utter embarrassment.
It was my own fault. I knew that. I shouldn't feel like this, I had no right to. I didn't have the right to want Rob, I had Michael to think about after all, but I did. I had no right to want him the way that I did. But it didn't stop me.
I was still trying to force myself to believe that I loathed him, when really that wasn't the case at all. I was falling for someone completely different, the opposite of me, and there was nothing that I could do about it.
''Kristen,'' his soft voice called for me, but I refused to look away, even when his hands tried shifting mine from my face. I couldn't let him see me cry, despite the fact that he was here, watching me now. I couldn't let him see the track of my tears.
''Kristen please…open your eyes.'' Robert requested in the same soft, velvet voice, almost as seductive as Edward's own voice. I bit my lower lip, trying desperately to fight the temptation to look at him. I would lose if he kept speaking like that, in that voice.
He took my lower lip between two fingers and stopped me from biting my lip. I instantly froze, but began to bite my lower lip again as soon as his fingers had moved away. ''Kristen,'' he said again, easily tugging my hands away from my face.
I childishly squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that he wouldn't see the rest of my tears lining up my eyes. ''Kristen,'' he sighed. ''Please, I want you to look at me.'' He begged. Finally, I forced myself to do it, knowing that I probably looked like a fucking mess.
His face was inches from mine, his expression as soft and gentle as his voice had just been. He paused, before he gently rubbed my cheeks, and wiped away my tears softly away from my shin, as if they had never existed before.
My heart instantly overreacted in response to this Man's tender, soft touch. I felt like a fucking idiot, and the thing was I couldn't even seem to find the strength to force him to pull away from me. I was supposed to hate him!
I stayed perfectly still, watching with my eyes still open in shock, as he watched me back, before pulling away the slightest bit, watching to see my reaction. And yet, despite the fact that he was still so close to mine, I still couldn't find the energy to pull him away from mine. Even when he kissed the right side of my face so gently, I couldn't move.
I gasped breathlessly and in shock; whilst still trying to work out what I wanted. I wanted something, and the pain was so painful that it seemed real.
''Robert,'' I whispered his name, unable to do anything else. He pulled away further from me, and carried on watching me closely.
He hesitated for what seemed like ages, before lifting his feet to meet mine again, his eyes connecting with mine the whole time, right until he was so close to my lips and his eyes darted to my lips, right before his lips pressed to my own with the most softest pressure.
I froze underneath his lips; trying to work out what to do. I had Michael to think about, and yet; it felt so good having his lips on mine, kissing me. I tried staying still, hoping that he would pull away from me soon.
I wasn't exactly expecting my reaction. I kissed him back, my hands tightening in his hair, as my lips opened up our strange, unrevealed need for each other. This wasn't practicing for Edward and Bella anymore. This was me and Rob; real-life, and what felt so amazing to me.
He groaned, a moment before tipping me back onto the bed behind me-never disconnecting our lips-and pulling himself down until he was on top of me, his lips moving with the exact same urgency as my own lips held.
I tried to remember what was right; I tried to remember Michael, my Boyfriend, and what was right, but I couldn't. All I could think about was Rob, kissing me, and how right this actual felt at this moment in time.
But then, as I began to get into the kiss; he pulled away, eyes wide in what I assumed to be in either shock or horror. ''I have to go.'' He gasped, before quickly making his escape; almost running for the door. I gasped, pulling myself up in shock.
''Wait Rob!'' I called, but he was already gone.
But I was determined not to have that. I got up, ignoring my heels that I had kicked off a while ago, and grabbed the key from my side, before running out of the door, and shutting it behind me. He was walking-almost running-to the lift.
I caught up with him and pushed him against a wall, a familiar anger taking boiling inside of me, and taking over every movement that I made. He watched me with the same, wide eyes, but I was too angry to care why that was.
''You can't just kiss me like that and leave without any explanation as to why you even kissed me in the first place.'' I warned him angrily. I was furious with the lack of thought or care that was involved in Robert's actions.
He sighed, before inhaling a deep breath. ''I'm sorry for doing that; I don't what came over me. Still; it doesn't make it right.'' He mumbled to himself. I felt like actually hitting him. He still kissed me whether it was right or wrong, and I was determined to know why he did it.
''But it did happen, and I deserve to know why.''
His head shot up, watching me carefully. ''You kissed me back. You have your Boyfriend, so why did you kiss me back?'' He asked me; sounding smug as he did.
I huffed. ''I asked you first. I deserve answers first, as you kissed me first.'' I responded childishly. I couldn't help it. I was too angry to care if I sounded like a brat or not.
''I can't give you answers that I don't have.'' He warned me, looking at me with a deep frown on his face.
I huffed. ''Fine, from now on, I don't want you speaking to me. Until you have the answer, that is. Don't think too hard though.'' I added sarcastically, my temper still getting the better of me.
He narrowed his eyes and glared at me. ''Fine,'' he growled, before turning on his heel and stalking off the other way.
I huffed once more to myself, before turning on my own heel, and stalking to my room in a huff. If that's the way he wanted to play it then he was asking for it.
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