Page 5 of Molly: Part One
Chapter 2
Molly
Thankfully my concerns about Ryan not taking me in were forgotten the moment he picked me up off the floor and gave me a huge bear hug, I felt so safe in his arms. That brought on another wave of tears and disappointment in myself.
I’m now stood in his en suite shower, he has just asked me through the door if I have everything I need so I quickly look around, um, all men’s products. I shout yes back because I can hardly say no and ask him to go down the shop for me. It will have to do until I go shopping or get my stuff from the flat.
I stand in the shower for a good twenty minutes under the spray, letting the hot water soothe my aching muscles. It is a giant walk in shower with a huge rainfall showerhead, I could get used to this. I mentally put it on my list for when I go property hunting now that I’m homeless.
I head back into the bedroom once I’ve finished and immediately see Ryan’s white Oxford Brookes University t-shirt on his bed. I smile for the first time in what feels like forever and pull it over my head, remembering that he was wearing this the first night we all met in the student union.
I find that Ryan has also placed my handbag on the bed, obviously knowing from the size of it there must be stuff in there I could use, and he would be right. I pull out a hairbrush and try to do something with my hair after not seeing any conditioner in the shower. I find a bottle of my favourite perfume and pull on a pair of the knickers I grabbed earlier feeling very grateful I did and now don’t have to go commando under his t-shirt.
Once I feel almost human again I head downstairs to where I know there is a big glass of wine waiting for me.
I walk into the open plan living area to find Ryan leaning his hip against the kitchen worktop with his feet crossed and staring closely at his phone. He has changed since he got in and is now wearing long slouchy navy shorts that hang low on his hips and a fitted white t-shirt, which shows off his wide shoulders, slim waist and muscled chest and arms to perfection. His dirty blonde hair is a mess, like he has spent the whole time I was in the shower running his hands through it. I’ve always found Ryan attractive, well who wouldn’t, he is stunning. And his scouse accent, oh, I could listen to him talk for hours! It has diluted since he first moved to Oxford but it isn’t any less sexy. He’s not my usual type as I tend to go for slimmer guys with less muscle but I remember trying to hit on him the night we met. I kept trying and trying, making a total fool of myself. I was too drunk to realise he was paying no attention to me but was besotted with my best friend. Good times.
His head comes up as I move towards him, I watch as his eyes travel from the top of my head, to my toes and back again while his teeth attack his bottom lip and his normally bright blue eyes turn a shade darker.
“Everything alright?” I ask trying not to be wearing a knowing smirk because he was caught checking me out.
“Um…yeah…sorry, it’s just that it’s…um…it’s been a while, you know,” he stutters as his cheeks turn a little pink.
“Yes, I know what you mean,” I mumble to myself more than him. “Plus, I dare any man not to check out my legs, they are damn fine legs.” I’m hoping to lighten the mood; I don’t want him to be embarrassed. We both know we are never going there together, a harmless bit of looking is fine, after all I was sort of doing the same before he saw me, not that I’m going to admit it.
I hear Ryan mutter something under his breath as he turns around to grab my wine but I don’t quite make out what he said.
“What was that?”
“Fuck…nothing. Your clothes are in the washing machine on a quick wash, they’ll be done soon and we can get them drying. I’m guessing they are the only clothes you have, or have you got stuff in your car?”
I follow Ryan into the living room and curl myself up in the middle of his corner sofa with my wine.
Once I’m comfortable I prepare myself to explain what happened. “No, I don’t have anything, all my stuff is in the flat.”
“Go on then, what happened tonight?” Ryan asks getting comfortable for my story.
“Okay, so Cocoa’s was really quite, Megan went home early because Oscar was ill and wanted her. When my last customer left I decided it was time to call it a night. I was expecting Max to be working so was surprised to see his car outside the flat, but you know what they have been like with his hours recently so I didn’t really think much of it other than I wasn’t going to have the nice quiet evening soaking in the bath and watching my TV programmes that I planned on the drive home. When I got in I started to head towards our bedroom as the light was on, but I was stopped in my tracks by voices.”
“Fuck, he wasn’t shagging someone else in your bed was he?” Ryan interrupts.
“Ha, if only, it’s worse than that.” I watch as Ryan’s eyebrows rise up in question so I continue. “As I rounded the corner I saw Max laid out on our bed with one blonde bimbo riding his cock whilst there was another sat on his face, facing the other girl and playing with her tits.”
“Fucking arsehole, I’m going to rip his fucking head off. How could he do that to you, and in your fucking bed. He must have known you were going to be home soon. Fuck, I’m going to fucking kill him. I always told you he wasn’t good enough for you, I told you this would happen and you would get hurt.”
Ryan is now pacing up and down in front of me, his hands are alternating between running through his hair and clenching into fists at his sides. I can see the muscle in his neck pulsing with anger. I can’t help but think Max should be watching his back because it’s going to fucking hurt when Ryan gets his hands on him.
“What did you do?” he asks when he has calmed down enough to talk properly.
“I turned around before any of them saw me and silently left the flat to come here, obviously stopping for wine on the way.”
“Obviously!” he smirks before draining his can of beer and goes to find another.
“Hey, can I have a refill too?” I ask realising I’ve drunk my way through my glass telling that story.
Ryan comes back with the bottle and fills me up before placing it on the coffee table and opening his beer. “So what are you going to do, I guess he has no idea he’s been caught or where you are?”
“I have no idea what I’m going to do. Since I found them, all I can think about is how stupid I am, oh that and how when I decide where I am going to live I want a shower like yours upstairs.”
