History Repeats Itself (Almost)

-KENZIE-

I was suffering from a migraine the entire day so when I was finally able to leave, I was ecstatic to get home and have a peaceful night in bed.

Unfortunately, I was almost home when I realized I left my bag in the office, which meant my keys were there too.

Groaning, I made my way back to Grimes Enterprises.

I assumed that everyone had already left, so when I walked into Wyatt's office I as surprised to see him behind his desk. His jacket as off and the first few buttons of his shirt were undone. In front of him was a bottle of alcohol that was almost empty.

"Wyatt?"

He looked up and I could tell by his eyes he was very drunk, "Kenz. Didn't you go home?"

"Yeah, I did. But I forgot my bag," I went over and picked it up, showing him.

He nodded slowly, "Okay. Did you walk back," he turned, looking out the windows, "It's dark. Let one of my drivers take you home."

I hesitated at the door, Walk out, Kenzie. Do not do this., I told myself.

I sighed and shut the office door, walking over to Wyatt's desk, "What are you doing?"

He shrugged, "Drinking. Wasn't it obvious?"

"Wyatt, this is excessive. You got black-out drunk in London, and now you're doing it again. What's going on with you?"

He narrowed his eyes at me, "Why does it matter? What I do has nothing to do with you."

His words pierced my heart, "Wyatt, maybe it has something to do with me because I care. Maybe it matters to me because you matter to me."

He leaned back in his chair, but he leaned too far and the chair toppled backward, taking him crashing to the floor.

I threw my bag on his desk and rushed around to help him to his feet, leading him over to the sofa.

"You really need to be more careful, Wyatt."

"Get out."

I frowned down at him, he was sitting on the sofa holding his head in his hands, bent down to his knees.

"I'm not leaving," I responded stubbornly.

He glared up at me, "Kenzie, get out."

"I said no."

He got to his feet, swaying slightly, "Get out!" he screamed.

"No! You don't get to push me away. Not in this state!" I shoved him back down onto the sofa. But he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me down onto his lap.

He buried his head into my shoulder, "Fuck, I'm sorry, Kenzie."

"Wyatt, please. You're drunk. We need to get you home."

"I don't know what I'm doing. With anything. I have all of this, but it's still not enough. Nothing is enough."

"I don't know how to hell you. Maybe you should-"

"Shh," he lifted his head and looked at me, "I'm not done. Do you remember that night?"

Say no, I thought. But when I looked into his eyes, I couldn't do it. "Yes, Wyatt. But I don't think we should be discussing that right now."

"Why not? You never want to discuss it. Not when we're both sober, not when one of us drunk. It's been years, why won't you speak to me?"

"Because I don't see any point in bringing up the past, Wyatt."

"I don't regret it, Kenzie."

My heart sped up at his words and I knew I needed to get to my feet and put some distance between us.

I tried to get up but he held onto me tighter.

"You confuse me, Kenzie. You care, then you don't."

I dropped my gaze, feeling too vulnerable with his eyes on me, and desperate for an exit.

"Kenzie."

When I looked up at him, I knew it was a mistake. He leaned forward, his lips lightly brushing mine.

Instead of pushing him away, I kissed him back.

My logical side was screaming at me how wrong this was. But it felt so good.

I was torn between mind and body. Unsure of what to do, I couldn't think straight.

I pulled away, "Wyatt, this isn't right."

"Why not? You're single, I'm single. Tell me why it's wrong."

My body betrayed me, shivering at the feel of his lips on my neck.

It's wrong because I'll get my heart broken, I wanted to tell him. But I couldn't.  I couldn't form the words to tell him to stop. All logic was long gone, replaced by lust in the moment. The feel of his lips and hand on my skin.

"Dad?"

Caleb's voice pulled me out of the trance I was in and I jumped to my feet, heat rising to my cheeks as Caleb walked into the office.

"Kenzie. what are you still doing here?" He looked between us, a slight show of suspicion on his face.

"Uh, I left my bag behind and when I came in for it your dad was drinking himself into a stupor. I couldn't leave him in that state."

Caleb sighed and turned to Wyatt, "Come on, let's get you home."

"Kenzie needs a lift," Wyatt said, not looking at either of us.

"I'll drop her off." Caleb smiled at me.

I said nothing as we helped Wyatt downstairs to Caleb's car. I was hoping a giant hole would open up in the earth and swallow me up.

I got into the car quietly, praying Wyatt wouldn't bring up what happened in his drunken state.

Thankfully he was mumbling to himself but neither of us could hear what he was saying.

We dropped him off and I got into the front seat, feeling awkward at being alone with Caleb.

"Sorry about Dad. I'm sure you weren't expecting to babysit a drunken man when you signed up for the job."

"It's okay. He's just going through something I guess."

Caleb scoffed, "He's always going through something."

I kept my mouth shut, although I wanted to defend Wyatt, I knew it would come across strange.

"Thanks for the lift." I said when we pulled to a stop in front of my building.

"Wait," Caleb put his hand on my knee, "Kenzie, I need to talk to you. Seeing you again has brought up a whole lot of feelings. Feelings I thought were dead and buried."

"Caleb, whatever you're about to say, I don't want to hear it. Go to your fiance, and if you can't do that, then leave us both alone. Because she doesn't deserve someone who attempts to cheat on her. Just like I didn't deserve it." I shoved his hand off my knee and got out of the car, slamming the door shut loudly.