Karl Gordon Is Back

Chapter 12: Delusional

His door was ajar when he got back.

Karl had just returned from work and was heading towards his bedroom until he pulled a stop right outside the door.

He never leaves his door open. He could clearly recall shouting the door behind him when he left for work that morning.

Karl took a cautious step after the other twisted the room, did someone come in to raid his space when he was away?

Shit! The Gordon contract.

Karl stormed into the room, breathing hard as his eyes moved from one part of the room to another.

He can't get caught now, not when he was yet to prove himself worthy to his grandfather.

“What took you so long?!” Melody snapped.

She was sitting on the edge of his bed and he had missed her completely when he scanned the room.

His eyes moved from her to the drawer next to his bed, it was still locked. He exhaled deeply.

His eyes went back to Melody, narrowed in suspscion.

“What are you doing here?”

She never comes to his room. Hell, she had suggested they stayed in an indifferent room and not once had she stepped into his space for any reason whatsoever.

He stepped fully into the room, leaving the door open in hopes that she would be walking out of here soon.

She leaned back on his bed and crossed her legs slowly. She had on a see through nightwear set. All it took was one tug and she's naked.

Her lips curled. “Waiting for you.”

His brow lifted as he watched her move slowly and seductively.

“Why?”

“I wanted to talk.”

Karl stood rooted to the ground as he studied her. He scoffed and turned away from her.

He set his briefcase down on his couch and turned towards his wardrobe and pulled out a clean shirt. He didn’t look at her.

“We’ve already done enough talking today.”

She stood slowly, walking towards him.

“I know you’re upset,” she said. “But think about it. This isn't my fault..”

Karl stopped mid motion as her hands caressed his back gently and slowly.

Her lips leaned closer to his ear, hands now moving across his chest. “It was a mistake okay?” She whispered, “The Leon pitch is due in a few days and I don't want this misunderstanding to ruin anything..”

Her hands went down to his belt. “Let me make it up to you..” her hands drifted lower until Karl caught her wrist and turned.

“What are you trying to do?” He asked, brows furrowed.

“I made a mistake,” Melody said. “What happened with Caden…”

“I’m not interested in hearing it again.”

She inhaled, steadying herself. “Karl, please. You didn’t even let me explain properly.”

She glanced down at his belt and then his face, “I'm really sorry and I want to make it up to you…”

Her other hand reached for him again and he caught both hands in one of his. A chuckle escaped him, she was doing exactly what he thought she was trying to do.

She looked away for a moment, but he didn't miss the look of agitation in her eyes before she turned back at him. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Want to?” He repeated, does it ever end with Melody?

“Come to my room tonight,” she said, her voice lowering. “Let’s not stay like this.”

She stepped closer but he stepped back, his grip on her hands still tight.

“Let me make it up to you, Karl..”

Karl bowed his head, a breath escaping his lips. This wasn't new. Melody had always used sex or the illusion of it to force him to forgive her.

Karl met her gaze, a smirk on his lips.

“Is that what you want?”

She nodded, “Anything to make it up to you..”

He turned her and leaned her chest against his wardrobe. He leaned closer, his lips close to her ear.

“You really think I would sleep with you after I just caught you with Caden hours ago?” He chuckled, “Did Caden put you up to this? So I can finish the Leon pitch?”

Melody froze, how did he…

“No. I was..”

“I am not interested in sleeping with you, Melody. And don't ever think I ever will. Understood?”

He released her and walked away.

Melody stood there, trembling. He just refused her. Turned her down without a second thought! Her eyes followed him, jaw tight.

“Fine!” She snapped, “Stay in your room alone then! Like I would want to sleep with the likes of you anyway!”

She turned and yanked the door open, pausing just long enough to throw one last look over her shoulder.

“You’ll regret this,” she said.

Then she was gone.

The door slammed.

Karl stood there for a long moment, listening to her footsteps fade down the hallway.

He exhaled slowly and sat down on the edge of the bed. The extent those two would have to get what they wanted baffled him.

His phone buzzed, he looked at the screen.

It was a private number. He slides on the receiver.

Karl answered. “Hello?”

“You sound like hell,” A playful voice said.

Karl froze, “Sam?” he said in disbelief. The last thing he expected was his childhood friend's phone call.

“Was worried you wouldn't recognise my voice, “Sam said, “It's been ages.”

Karl exhaled, “Look man, I.. “

“You don't have to apologise for anything.” Sam said, “I'm just happy you want back in. Reed told me everything. Gave me your number too.”

Karl leaned back, staring up at the ceiling. “Of course he did.”

“He told me about your search for Ruchie too.” Sam exhaled, “Maxwell isn't going easy on you.”

Karl closed his eyes briefly. “I deserved it.” He sighs, “I left him high and dry.”

“True.” Sam admits, The old man couldnt truth any of his men. Had to adopt someone and gave him the over.”

“So I heard.”

Silence.

“She’ll be at the Emmys on Friday.” Sam said, “Ruchie that is.”

“I know,” Karl replied.

“How?” Sam marvelled. He knew Karl didn't have influence like he used to but finding information like this without resources?

Crazy work.

Kar smirked, “ Lucky coincidence I guess. ”

Sam let out a breath. “Good. That saves time.” he said, “I have a lot to ask about that woman and what made you change your mind but I know we'd have to meet for you to get into details.”

Karl smiles, “I know. But I got to sort this Ruchie issue out first.”

“How soon?”

“This Friday.”