Chapter 8 Mythic Grey #3
I made my way over to Richie, dapped him up, and told him, “I’m out. Gotta get back to the wife.”
He nodded. “For sure.”
I headed toward the exit, ready to get outta there and fix whatever was waiting for me back at the hotel.
But just as I got to the door, JD, one of the bouncers, stepped in front of me.
“Yo. You can’t leave right now,” he told me.
I frowned, looking at him sideways. “What you mean I can’t leave?”
He didn’t flinch, didn’t even blink. “All the exits are sealed. We got a situation outside.”
Now, I was curious and annoyed. “What kind of situation?”
JD leaned in slightly, keeping his voice low. “A fight broke out outside. One of the dudes said he’s goin’ to his car to grab a gun. We ain’t letting nobody out ’til it’s handled.”
“C’mon, man. Just let me dip out real quick. I gotta go.”
JD crossed his arms. “Nah. Can’t do that, Damar. Ain’t nobody leavin’ ’til it’s safe.”
I looked over at Tyrell, another bouncer standing nearby. I hoped he might back me up, but all he did was shrug like his hands were tied.
I let out a frustrated breath, feeling trapped. “Are y’all serious? I got somewhere I need to be, man.”
JD didn’t budge. “I’m not playing, bro. Stay inside.”
Shaking my head, I turned back toward the club.
AVIANA SCOTT
“Are you okay?”
My heavy eyes darted toward him as he cleaned his seed from my stomach with a soapy towel.
They were weighed down with exhaustion. Mythic and I had fucked for two hours, taking our frustrations out on each other sweetly and making up for lost time.
But now I had cum a countless number of times, and he had finally given me mercy by cumming.
I couldn’t look at him. I gnawed on my bottom lip as I stared up at the ceiling. “Of course not.” Watching him wash his cum away from my stretch marks made me cringe. “You need to leave.”
The passion was gone. The aura of lovemaking had subsided, and reality had set in.
“Why? Talk to me. What’s wrong?”
I groaned, sitting up. “What do you mean what’s wrong? This. This was wrong!”
“Did it feel wrong?”
I winced. “No.” Then I swallowed hard, fighting to allow my morals to win the battle against my yearning for him. “But I’m married, and you have a girlfriend who is sick.”
Mythic looked at me with eyes filled with a blend of pain and yearning. “And despite all of that, I love you.”
His words dripped with affection. I winced, feeling a pang in my chest at the sight of such raw need and want in his eyes. It was too much to witness. “Mythic, please…” My voice trembled as I tried to find the right words.
“No. Fuck that,” he interrupted, shaking his head with determination and desperation. “I love you, Avi—”
“Mythic, I am married.”
His face fell, a flicker of hurt crossing his features. But he stubbornly pressed, “Do you love me?”
The question struck me like a physical blow. I could feel my heart pounding as I tried to maintain my composure. “I am married,” I could only insist.
He didn’t relent, his eyes locking on to mine. “Answer the question.”
I swallowed hard, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. “I’m married, Mythic. Please.”
He seemed to deflate slightly, his shoulders slumping as he took a step back. “That’s your answer?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
He opened his mouth to argue, but thankfully his phone chimed with a notification. After unlocking it, his gaze focused on it as if he were reading something. Then his face painted with frustration. “Damar left the club. They couldn’t hold the doors any longer.”
“Shit,” I breathed.
“So, that’s it?” he pressed.
His need made me wince. “Mythic, please.”
“Ah ight. Bet. I’ll let it go. Only because I love you.”
The finality in his tone cut through me as he turned away, making my eyes water.
As Mythic dressed quietly in the dim light, I lay there, unable to bring myself to look at him.
The sound of his movements, the rustle of fabric, and the occasional clink of his belt buckle were the only indications of his presence.
I had waited for this moment for years, and now that it had finally happened, I felt a deep, gnawing sense of guilt.
The pleasure I had just experienced was unlike anything I had known, but it left me feeling even more conflicted. I hated that Mythic made me question everything about my marriage.
When I heard the jingle of keys, my breath caught in my throat.
I looked at Mythic regretfully. The sight of him took my breath away.
He was a vision of raw, unrestrained beauty, and the tears began to flow at the sight of him.
His gaze was filled with comfort and concern, but it only made me feel worse.
I turned away from him, my tears flowing freely as I began to weep. Through my sobs, I begged him, “Just go…please…just go.”
My voice was broken, and I felt like a fraud for the pleasure I had felt and the heartache I now faced. I just wanted to be alone with my turmoil, to figure out how I had let myself get here.
With my back turned to him, I heard Mythic’s heavy footsteps as he left the bedroom. I held my breath, my entire body tense with anticipation and dread. Each step seemed to echo the finality of our moment together, and I was overwhelmed by a deep sense of loss and regret.
The sound of the suite door opening and closing was both a relief and a fresh wound. As the door clicked shut behind him, I let out a ragged sob. My heart broke with the yearning for the man I truly loved. I clung to the bedding as my sobs grew louder.
DAMAR SCOTT
I pressed my foot harder on the accelerator, cutting through traffic like a madman. My grip on the steering wheel was so tight my knuckles ached. Streetlights blurred into streaks of color as I shot down city streets.
I’d gotten sloppy tonight. I had been so busy drinking with Richie that I hadn’t checked Avi’s old phone in hours. When I finally remembered to pull it out, standing by the door waiting for security to let me out of the club, my heart stopped.
Mythic had asked for our hotel room number, and she had given it to him.
I squeezed the wheel harder with my teeth clenched so tight it hurt.
At first, I’d brushed off Mia’s slick comments about Aviana having feelings for Mythic.
I figured she was just playing games, trying to get under my skin and into my bed.
But then Mia had played those damn recordings between her and Aviana that shattered my ego.
Hearing Aviana’s own voice confess her feelings for another man stung so badly that I slept with Mia, taking revenge in the pettiest way possible.
But no matter how badly Aviana hurt me, I wasn’t letting Mythic have her…ever.
That’s why I’d been pushing so hard to get her pregnant. Avi had the kind of values that made it almost impossible for her to leave her marriage. So, if we had kids, she’d definitely be trapped forever, no matter how badly her heart longed for someone else.
I knew they hadn’t crossed that line yet. I’d pored through every message on that old phone obsessively. They never mentioned anything beyond friendship. Her feelings for him were obviously something she just told Mia about, but that almost made it worse.
Mythic had real money and power. He could buy Aviana the life she dreamed of and deserved—a life better than the one I could give her. That was something I couldn’t stomach.
The thought of Aviana moving on and having a better life made me physically sick. I’d built my entire sense of worth on possessing her. She wasn’t just my wife; she was my trophy and my greatest achievement. Losing her wasn’t about love anymore, it was about pride and control.
No matter what it took, no matter who had to get hurt, Aviana was mine.
She belonged to me. I knew it was sick, but Aviana wasn’t something I could just let go of.
Losing her to Mythic wasn’t even an option.
I’d rather burn the whole world down first. I’d killed to keep her, and if necessary, I’d do it again without hesitation.