Page 64 of The Filth Kings II

I don’t know how long I stood in the same spot, but it was long enough to hear every broken sound she made that tore right through me. It made me realize without a doubt that I wasn’t just falling for Rylie Rose…I was already gone.

Rylie Rose slumped forward, her forehead pressed into the wet sand. She sobbed so hard her entire body shook. She didn’t care about the wind or all of the water or the mess she was making of herself. Rylie knew who she was, she understood she had a mental illness, she accepted herself and I couldn’t help but to admire her for that. For feeling it all and not hiding herself for anyone.

When her sobs turned into low, hoarse hiccups, the kind that sounded like they were hurting her chest…I couldn’t take it. I moved in slowly and careful. When I was close enough, I dropped to my knees behind her letting the wet sand soak through my pants. I reached out… my hand hovered for a second before I let the palm of my hand settle on her trembling back.

She didn’t flinch or pull away, she sagged like she was holding up by the last threads. I bent forward, my chest pressed to her back. Slowly, my arms wrapped around her stomach. She was still soft and warm even in the cold.

“I got you, Rylie Rose,” I whispered above the wind.

I don’t know if she heard me, I didn’t just say that for her to hear. I needed to say it for me as well. Minutes later, she turned in my arms so suddenly that it knocked me off balance. Her fists clutched my shirt like a wave was trying to take her under. She buried her face against my chest and started to sob out loudly. I held her tighter than I ever held anything in my life.

“You can break with me, and I’ll be here to help you through it. I promise." My voice broke as my own emotions took over.

It brought me back to the time of us sharing a moment of silence in the school's restroom.

"Please, I really do love you. I love you even more. I’m a mess right now. Syren was all I had, even though our relationship wasn’t normal. Most of the time she kept me on track, even when the world was against her too. She believed in me, and I believed in her. I loved Syren but I was in love with you since the day you stormed into that bathroom to save me.” Rylie batted her eyes at me.

Her fingers trailed down to the sides of my ribs like she needed to feel me anchor her and make a promise to solidify myself forever into her life.

“Since you stormed into my life, tearing it apart with your pretty brown eyes…” I dropped my head and chuckled, thinking about all the notes and the way she sat in my office unbothered, demanding to do the interview herself.

“I understand why you fought so hard for me Rylie Rose. You have strength, and courage to never let what dream about go to waste. Your dreams are coming true although your mourning. I’m the dream that’s alive in your face that will help you get through losing Syren.”

I stroked her wavy hair.

“I don’t think your too much, your more than enough. I just want you to allow me the time to understand your different moods. You get me without me having to explain because you studied me. Now it’s time for me to get you, I’ve been studying you. Your special… I never had anything special just for me besides my brothers. They came into my life at the perfect time?—”

“That’s when you started to cover yourself up during filming.” She cut me off.

“Yes that’s when. I didn’t want them to think I was some kind of freak.” I admitted.

“I get it, but I understand that filming was your first sense of freedom. You enjoy it, people get to release from watching you. You’re a lot of females fantasy, desire. They search your type in the search engine and become turned on. You should never hide that. I think you should switch it up though.” Rylie muttered the last part of her sentence.

I didn’t realize that we were now sitting with her in front of me as the waves crawled up the shore and fizzled around us.

“Switch it up? How?” I asked.

“Let me dominate you on camera…I have so many scenes in my head that we could act out. We can reverse roles and do other things that make the viewers go up on your sites.” She turned her head to look at me with a mischievous smirk plastered on her face.

“You not slick, Rylie Rose. It sounds like you trying to suggest for me to only record scenes with you because you don’t want me with other women.”

“Bingo!” She snapped her fingers.

“I don’t want you with anyone but me. I was just trying to say in it a nice way so that I wouldn’t sound possessive. I get intrusive thoughts when I watch you with other women, even though it turns me on. It starts to turn me off when I see that twinkle of need for something more in their eyes. It feels like I can see their dreams of having more than just camera time with you,” she admitted softly then looked away.

“So you want it to be just me and you?” I asked for clarification.

“Yes, that’s what I want, Octavio. You’ll never get bored with me.” She leaned her head back all the way into my chest until her forehead poked at it.

Her eyes looked up at me with an obsessed smile mixed with sadness.

“I know that you’ll keep me entertained.” I joked.

Rylie laughed softly as she sat up and turned around until she was on her knees in front of me.

“I’ll do more than entertain you…I’ll love you, make you feel like a king.” She smiled genuinely with lots of hopefulness.

“This new for me. I never committed and had a girlfriend…” My words trailed off.

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