Endless Love

Later in the evening, when everything calmed down, Lyla and Alex headed up the stairs to Lyla’s bedroom. They laid on her bed, holding hands and staring up at the roof; they had been trying to figure everything out. ‘Why would Clark leave such a mess around his entire house over one night?’ ‘Why would he come over and say Lyla was pregnant?’ ‘And why wouldn’t he have hid the condom to begin with?’

When neither one of them could come up with anything, they rolled over to look at each other. Alex let go of Lyla’s hand to fix a strand of hair that had fallen out of her bun and into her face. He traced the outline of her ear with his fingers and followed it along to her lips, then he leaned forward and kissed her. “Maybe one day we could have our own baby,” Lyla’s eyes widened at him.

“I didn’t think you would ever want kids, especially after this fiasco with Clark,” Lyla gaped at Alex. They both then rolled over into each other and stayed like that until Lyla fell asleep. Alex then climbed out of the bed and left the room; he headed down the stairs to the front door - being sure to be quiet as he passed Lyla’s dad and his girlfriend.

Jaxon, Alan’s girlfriend, had been awake, so when she saw Alex coming down the stairs she stuck her nose up at him and asked, “and just where are you going?” she rudely interrupted his mission. He whipped around in surprise when he heard her voice. A small smirk spread across her face.

“Oh, I was just going to go check on something, but why are you still up? Your boyfriend and the woman of the house have both gone to sleep, and it’s eleven at night,” Alex badgered back to her. She rolled her eyes and flipped her hair behind her and rolled off the ottoman that she had been laying on and walked over to Alex. Jaxon put a hand on his chest and slowly slid it down; she was hoping to get a rise out of him, or any reaction.

“I’m not old, so I don’t go to bed early, plus he knows I’m only in it for the gifts and spoiling he does. He just wants someone to throw money at, not an actual relationship,” she cackled quietly. She then lowered her face to Alex, to show off her puppy dog eyes to him, and in a very suggestive voice she whispered, “I’m allowed to go for any other man I want, so long as I stay with Alan and keep him company.”

Alex took a half step back, not at all impressed by her. “Then maybe you should go keep him company,” Alex scoffed, and headed out the front door. He could still hear the small fit Jaxon was throwing on the other side of the door, and it made him chuckle; Alex couldn’t understand why Lyla’s father would go for someone who was barely the same age as his daughter. He shook Jaxon off and headed over to Clark’s empty house and made himself comfortable on the expensive couch sat across the fireplace.

At first, he wondered what had happened in this house when it was just Clark and Lyla, and if anything had happened on the couch. He made himself feel uncomfortable, so he began walking around. Alex looked at everything in the kitchen and when he felt satisfied, he moved on to the office where he saw a lot of papers with Lyla’s father’s name on them. He then made his way down a strange hallway, and into a room he hadn’t searched the last time he had been there.

When he walked in it was initially dark - there were no windows, nor any light of any kind that he could find. He walked the length of the wall, feeling for a light switch, and when he found one, he flicked on the light. He was met with pictures of nearly naked women in very suggestive poses. This must have been the boudoir room Lyla had mentioned to him. He walked around the room, looking at the pictures of the women. The blood had already begun rushing to groin when he heard a voice from behind him - his breath caught in his throat.

“They’re nice, aren’t they,” Clark purred from the doorway, “I was thinking of adding this one to the mix, but I figured I should ask you two before I did,” Clark held out a small photo to Alex. Alex crossed the room and took the photo from him. It had been a picture of Lyla in a leather lingerie outfit, with her head down; another photo showed her on her hands and knees in the same outfit with a tray resting on her still back. “You can keep them if you like. I have the originals,” Clark joked.

Anger rose in Alex’s face, and he backed Clark into the wall across from them, “if you ever think of going near Lyla again, I will have you thrown in jail for more than just one night, and this sick obsession you now have with Lyla… Needs to go away,” Alex demanded.

Clark put his hands over his head and chuckled, “alright, alright, I guess should only be fair that I tell you the truth. She’s not really pregnant, the condom we used is right here,” he produced a small baggie from behind him and inside it sat another condom. He pulled it out and blew it up slightly for him. “The other one, the one you found while snooping through my house, had been filled with watered down mayonnaise,” Clark declared.

Alex had calmed down enough to let Clark go, but had still been angry enough to stand in Clark’s way to keep him from going anywhere. “Why are you putting Lyla through this hell?” Alex barked.

“She almost cost me my job dude, they almost banned me from every major corporate company, all because I slept with the boss’ daughter? No, that didn’t sit right with me, so I cooked up an elaborate plan, so that he wouldn’t need to fire me, but you got me thrown in jail,” Clark chided. “Look, I’ll leave her alone now, but I had to make sure I would not lose my livelihood over some second-rate chick, but if she’s still curious about the world of BDSM… then she knows where to find me, because she was actually pretty good at being obedient,” he snickered.

Alex shook Clark off, and headed out of his house, and back to Lyla’s; again, Jaxon was still awake, and she blew a kiss to Alex - still hoping that she could convince him to join her. He continued his way to the stairs and back up to Lyla’s room. Before he entered the room, he pulled the two photos out of his back pocket and looked at them. He could feel the blood rushing to his groin again, and he knew Lyla had turned him on being in such a compromising position in the garb she was wearing in the photo.

He put the photo back in his pocket and went into the room, now relieved that he had some good news for Lyla. But in the back of his mind, he couldn’t stop thinking of the photos. He wanted to learn about this world WITH Lyla, and wanted to see her in more compromising positions, in more compromising clothing, or lack thereof.