Chapter 37
The moment Jon opened his eyes, he sensed something wasn't right. It didn't take long to figure out what, more importantly who, was missing from his bed. Kinsley waited until he passed out from all the sex they had and snuck out like a thief in the night. Before he jumped to conclusions, Jon made sure she wasn't anywhere in the room and walked into the bathroom. Nothing. The robe he tore from her body was gone too; another sign Kinsley was gone. Lighting up a cigarette, Jon stepped out on the balcony and began pacing, calling Kinsley's cell phone, only to get her voicemail. Either it was dead or shut off. His cell phone ended up being chucked in the sky out of anger, Jon storming back inside to get dressed because he had a flight to catch. There was no way Kinsley was getting away from him, not again.
Getting dressed in record time, Jon packed up his things and flew out of the room to checkout, not straightening up the room like he normally did. More than likely, he forgot something, but Jon wasn't worried about it. Wasn't like he didn't have the money to replace whatever he forgot anyway. It was nearing 11 AM, making Jon wonder what time Kinsley snuck out. He had no idea about her 8 AM flight because they were too busy screwing each other's brains out to converse. The house keeper responsible for cleaning up the wrecked hotel room Jon felt sorry for, but he also saw it as job security. Stopping to get a new cell phone, Jon managed to remember Joe's number from memory and called him since he was supposed to stay with his best friend in Pensacola for their days off.
"Bout time you got back to me, dick." Joe grumbled on the 4th ring, finishing packing up his belongings. "Where are you? Our flight leaves in an hour."
"Rain check, bro. Something came up and I gotta take care of it." Jon stopped at a red light and blared his horn at the driver in front of him, nearly rear-ending the idiot.
"Do I wanna know?" Joe asked resignedly, lifting his bag up over his shoulder and began fixing the bed. "Don't tell me that rat you took back to the hotel with you last night ripped you off?"
Jon chuckled contritely, no humor in his tone. "No. I sent her packing and spent the night with…someone else." He immediately regretted saying the words as soon as the confession left his mouth.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to put two and two together for Joe either. "You sly son of a bitch!" He crowed, shaking his head. "How the hell did you manage to get Kinsley back?"
"I didn't. Not yet anyway. That's why I'm rain checking your ass for our days off. Gotta take care of business with Kinsley once and for all." Jon was tired of the games, seething all over again at the memory of waking up that morning without her in his arms or beside him.
Joe didn't like the sound of that and frowned, hoping Jon didn't do something he'd regret one day. "Jon, if you spent the night with her…" None of this made sense. "What happened, bro?"
"She ducked out on me. Left after I passed out like a coward. And don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt her or anything, but she is gonna stop running from me. And we are gonna talk about what happened because I'm tired of the games." Flipping the turn signal on, Jon guided the vehicle into the lane he needed and could see the airport up the street, a plane taking off heading east. He had to go west.
Now it made perfect sense to Joe and he felt angry for his best friend, not believing Kinsley took off after they slept together. What kind of woman did that? "I'm gonna regret asking this, but…need me to come with for backup?" He didn't want to see Maura, but if it meant helping Jon – Joe would swallow his pride and do what he could.
"Nope. This is something I need to do on my own. And I know you don't wanna be around your ex-wife. Don't worry, I got this covered." Pulling into the airport parking lot after breaking the speed limit, Jon found a spot and cut the ignition, looking at the clock radio. "Gotta go, my flight leaves and I gotta get through security bullshit."
"Call me and let me know what happens. Your room is open if it doesn't work out. Good luck, man."
"Don't need it. Thanks, I'll keep you posted."
Ending the call, Jon squared his shoulders and grabbed his luggage, stalking into the airport with determination burning in his blues. Kinsley was in for a rude awakening when he finally landed in Vegas. If she thought she was getting a 2 day break from him, she was sadly mistaken.
Her feelings for Jon were very much alive and Kinsley hated it, wanting them gone. Leaving him was an instinctive act, though she also had an early flight to catch home. So it was half and half, really. Cowardly act, yes, but Kinsley couldn't find the courage within herself to wake Jon up and let him know she was leaving. What was the point? What they experienced was nothing more than sex, right? It didn't feel like it; however, that was due to Kinsley's measly feelings because she was a woman. Not to say men didn't have feelings as well, but women tended to show theirs a lot more. Besides, Jon had been intoxicated and Kinsley doubted he woke up remembering anything transpiring between them anyway.
How wrong she was!
The moment Kinsley arrived home and saw the worry in Maura's eyes because of her chaotic appearance, she locked herself in her room. She wanted to be alone and reflect over the huge mistake she made with Jon. Damned if she didn't fight him off with every ounce of energy and strength she had, but Jon was too much to resist. It didn't help Kinsley missed him and the moment his tongue touched hers, it was over. She gave into him and let the man who broke her heart have his way with her body for hours on end. Kinsley was sure she left marks on his body as well, noticing a few bruises on her wrists, arms, thighs and legs. She was sure there were bruises on her backside since it hurt to sit down, but Kinsley hadn't investigated yet. There was also a faint bruise around her neck where Jon held her down while thrusting powerfully inside of her and Kinsley enjoyed every single second of it. With every touch against the bruises, a flashback seared through her mind forcing her to remember the countless positions Jon had her in.
Along with the flashbacks came the shame and heartache, her heart breaking all over again. Tears poured from her eyes as Kinsley curled up in a tight ball on the bed and cried, burying her face her pillow to muffle most of them. She didn't want Maura finding out what happened, not with everything else the woman currently had on her plate. They had a doctor's appointment to attend the following day and Kinsley would make sure her head was fully wrapped around it. She just needed a day to cry over Jon and then everything could go back to the way it was before she fell into bed with him. With damp hair and her body wrapped in just a towel, Kinsley shut her eyes and let the darkness overtake her, hoping Jon wasn't in her dreams. She needed some kind of escape from him.
Around 6 PM, Maura had just sat down with a bowl of popcorn to watch a movie when a knock came from the front door. Was Kinsley expecting company? Maura definitely knew she wasn't. Frowning, Maura stood up from the couch and padded over to the front door, looking through the peephole to see who it was.
"What the hell?" She murmured softly, immediately unlocking the door and opened it, icy blues staring back at her. "Jon, what are you doing here?" Maura had no idea what was going on and blinked in surprise when he stormed past her, ignoring her question. "Jon!"
"Where is she?" Jon demanded, whirling on Maura and slowly backed her up a few feet, anger erupting in his eyes. "Is Kinsley here? And don't lie to me, Maura. You owe me that fucking much."
Maura swallowed hard, immediately nodding and placed a hand on her stomach. "S-She got home this morning and has been in her room ever since." There was no point lying to Jon because it was obvious he was the reasoning behind Kinsley's odd behavior. "What happened?"
"Don't worry about it. Stay here." Jon ordered, his eyes locked on the stairs and began ascending them, knowing a pregnant woman wouldn't stop him.
Kinsley brought him here twice during their relationship, so Jon knew which room was hers. He glanced to the right, seeing a room that looked freshly painted with a few baby items in it. No doubt, Maura was planning on transforming it into the twins' nursery. Good thing Kinsley had 3 bedrooms or else there wouldn't be room for Maura and the twins. Pale blue orbs zeroed in on the closed door and he reached his hand out to turn the knob, growling. It was locked.
"I know you're in there, Kinsley!" He shouted through the door, banging on it with his balled up fist tempted to kick it open. "Open the fucking door and face me, you cowardly bitch!" Maybe that wasn't the right way to go about confrontation, but Jon was angry and not thinking clearly.
Bloodshot violet eyes snapped open at the sound of Jon's angry voice coming through her door, jolting Kinsley awake quickly. What the hell was he doing here?! She looked down at the towel her body was still wrapped up in and flew out of bed to snatch a night shirt out of the dresser, pulling it over her head. That door would not hold Jon back, Kinsley knew if she didn't answer it he would kick it wide open.
"Go away, Ambrose!" She called back shakily, not going near the door and watched it vibrate with every whack his fist brought against the wood. If he wasn't careful, the wood would split! "I don't want to see or talk to you!"
"DON'T MAKE ME KICK IT OPEN!" Jon roared, not believing a word she spewed at him and continued banging on the door, gritting his teeth. "AND MY NAME IS JON! YOU FUCKING KNOW IT, YOU SCREAMED IT ENOUGH LAST NIGHT! NOW OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!"
Fed up with his childish bellowing, Kinsley reluctantly flipped the lock on the door and yanked it open, shoving him a feet away from the doorway. "HEARTLESS PRICK!"
"COWARDLY BITCH!" Jon screamed back, closing the distance between them and shoved Kinsley none too gently into the bedroom, kicking the door closed harshly. The force made the bedroom windows rattle slightly. "If I'm a heartless prick, why did you fuck me last night? Why did you let me rip your robe off and fuck you for hours? Because you wanted me as much as I wanted you and YOU CAN'T FUCKING DENY IT! Try denying it, I DARE YOU!"
All the pain, heartache, anguish and lust flooding her body at the moment made Kinsley explode, her fist plowing him right in the nose as hard as she could. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME? YOU WANT ME TO FALL INTO YOUR ARMS AND TELL YOU I LOVE AND MISS YOU?! YOU CUT ME OUT OF YOUR LIFE AND DIDN'T EVEN GIVE ME A CHANCE TO EXPLAIN ANYTHING TO YOU! THEN YOU WENT AND RAN YOUR MOUTH TO YOUR BEST FRIEND AND FUCKED HIS MARRIAGE UP! YOU DID THIS – ALL OF IT!" She shrieked at the top of her lungs, hurling the lamp on her nightstand at him, crying out as Jon yanked her flush against his body. Instead, she began beating his chest with her balled up fists, tears pouring down her face and let every single emotion spill out.
Jon couldn't stand the screaming anymore or being reminded of what a total dick he'd been to not only her, but Maura and Joe. "I was trying to protect my best friend and he deserved to know the truth!" He hissed in her face, holding her upper arms tightly and felt his own heart pulsate at the sight of tears running down Kinsley's face. It killed him to see her cry. "I deserved to know the truth about your job too! I never once lied to you about anything in my life!"
The fight drained out of Kinsley and she sagged against Jon, gripping the grey t-shirt he had on, not able to look up at him without breaking completely down. "Why are you here then?" She muttered, every part of her body trembling from head to toe and finally rose bloodshot, red-rimmed, swollen violet orbs to meet watery pale blues. Was he on the verge of crying too? "If you resent me for what I did, why the fuck are you here, Jon? Why don't you just leave and get on with your damn life?"
"Because in spite of everything you've done and said, I still want you and I…" Jon felt breathless suddenly, knowing exactly what made him come here to fight for her. It was the same reason he couldn't let her go, no matter how hard he tried and now realization was slapping him in the face. "I fucking love you, Kinsley."
It was the first time Jon said those words to her and Kinsley didn't know how to respond, searching for any sign he was lying to her in those pale blues. Nothing. She found pure truth. He really did love her and Kinsley already knew she was in love with him. She just didn't have a chance to tell him before everything fell apart between them. Even with his confession, Kinsley was hesitant to let him back into her life and heart, knowing it would take time to trust him again. Instead of admitting how she felt, Kinsley brought his mouth down on hers and poured everything, good and bad, she felt into it.
The sound of their lovemaking echoed through the door and made its way downstairs to where Maura sat on the couch, silent tears sliding down her cheeks. Kinsley and Jon together made her miss her husband. Even though the divorce was in progress, they were still married and until she received the papers to sign, Maura would not stop referring to Joe as her husband. Curling up on the couch, she turned the television volume up as loud as it would go to try drowning out Jon and Kinsley, wishing there was a way to make things right with Joe.