Title: Alternate Realities: Chapter Eleven, Beautiful
Rating: R/NC-17
Warning: violence, language, sexual nudity



While he didn't know her all that well, he quickly made the decision that his previous plans of taking her out someplace nice and discreet were foolish. He was very certain that could lead to some tragedy and Adam did not want to be a part of anything that hurt her. And so he headed to the one place that he thought she would be comfortable and safe: his home.

She didn't protest at all when her eyes went to the house as they pulled up. In fact Adam was certain she just smiled a little. He quickly got out of the car and hurried around before she could open her door herself. His hand went to her cheek and he quickly, softly kissed her.

When he pulled back a frown instantly touched his features because there were tears in her eyes, "Kylia?"

Her bottom lip trembled, "Am I so undesireable that he would—"

"No," he instantly cut her off. "You're not undesireable in the least. He's the fuckup, the stupid one. It's his problem."

“But he was fucking her in the classro—“

“He’s the fuckup, not you,” Adam stated strongly. “Come on. Let’s go cheer you up.”

Taking her hand in his, he closed the car door and lead her into the house. With his house mate being home, his dog was running about freely in the house. This meant the pair were greeted by a happy dog, whose tongue instantly darted out to lick Jane’s hand. She smiled slightly, patting Frankie on the head, before stepping closer to Adam for no logical reason.

“Let me put her out. Go relax in the living room,” he stated softly, kissing her temple.

Nodding Jane headed towards the living room while Adam took out his hyper dog. She figured they would be gone for awhile as he would want to spend some time with the dog, playing fetch or whatever. After all it wasn’t like she considered herself important in his life anyways. She clearly wasn’t important to her own fucking boyfriend.

Plopping down on the leather couch, she covered her face. Before she could even think about the fact she was sitting in the living room in a man’s house that she barely knew, tears started to well out of her eyes. The one time she had a boyfriend, a man that everyone coveted, something like this had to happen. How was she going to show her face at school again? She would never be able to go there if he was there. Fuck, he shouldn’t have his job anymore. What if she had been a student? Classes hadn’t been out all that long before she walked in on him fucking a student teacher. There were no words for how wrong that was. Not only was he supposedly in a committed relationship with her, but the girl was basically a student.

Passing by the living room, Gene stopped and took a step backwards. His eyes landed on a woman sitting on the couch crying. That alone meant that Adam was probably home, but didn’t really explain the crying. Adam tended to not make girls cry, at least like that. And he certainly wouldn’t leave them sitting there alone crying if he was the cause. Which made the entire woman-in-the-living-room crying thing even stranger.

“Miss?” he stepped into the room, slowly. “Is there something I can do for you?”

Her hands quickly dropped from her face, panicked brown eyes looking up at him. She had absolutely no idea who he was and certainly wasn’t about to tell him that she caught her boyfriend fucking a girl in his classroom. In fact she didn’t want to talk to him at all. How could she explain why she, a plain Jane girl was sitting in Adam’s living room alone and crying? There was no logical explanation and therefore no need to talk to him at all. So all she did was shake her head.

“Are you sure? I could get you a drink or—”

“Hey, Gene!” Adam chirped. “I see you met—Kylia? What’s wrong?”

Her eyes shot to him and she bit her bottom lip. She looked away, not wanting to see the pity in Adam’s nor the other man’s eyes. Instead she focused on the stiching of the couch, trying to will away her desire to run and to quiet her tears. It wasn’t until she felt a presence sink onto the couch next to her, arms slip around her that she relaxed slightly. Soft lips touched her temple and her body once more began to shake with sobs.

“Shhhh. Everything is going to be fine, Kylia,” Adam’s voice softly declared.

“But... but... Adam....he...”

“Shhhh,” his lips brushed her temple again. “He’s the one in the wrong here, not you. Not you at all.”

“He made me... he made me... finally feel like I was worth something. And now he goes and does this? Who’s to say he hasn’t been doing it the entire time? Am I one of those girls you see in movies all the time that guys bet each other to date?”

His thoughts swirled around her words. His body tensed slightly with the desire to beat the shit out of Jayden, not only for how he had treated her but the very fact that his actions was causing her to doubt herself. He needed to prove to her that she was beautiful, because he certainly believed it with all of his heart and soul. It was odd how much this woman had already wiggled into his heart. He was certain she wasn’t a rebound, but perhaps the one for whom fate had released him from his own bad relationship for. But how to convince her of that?

Slowly unwinding from around her, Adam tilted her face towards his. Waiting until her eyes fluttered open and she looked into his, his hands caressed her cheeks. Slowly he leaned forward and kissed her, clearly not noticing Gene walk by again and pause to check on their progress. He kissed her softly, his lips asking nothing more of hers, merely allowing his true feelings of her to pass to her soft mouth. Her lips parted slowly, inviting him in for more than just an innocent kiss. While Adam would have loved to plunge into passion with her, he pulled away instead.

“You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever met, Kylia, and I’ll tell you why,” he stated softly, seeing Gene reflected in the glass of a large vase behind her. “You are beautiful because you are naturally yourself. You do not hide behind some plastic facade that so many of the women in this city do. You are doing your part in making a difference in the world by teaching children in an underprivileged school. Your eyes get the prettiest gold spark to them when you’re laughing. Your intelligence outstrips mine without a doubt, making me wonder if I should even attempt conversation with you at times. You’re beautiful because you’re the full package, Kylia.”

Her eyes wavered on his, trying to believe his words. Try as she might, she was still hearing her mother’s words that she was too fat, her father’s words that she should dye her hair a pretty blonde instead of the brown it naturally was, and the image of Jayden fucking the student teacher rattling around in her brain. Adam’s words battled each and every one of those things and so many others; her delicate psyche unsure of which would win her over.

“But I’m not a size two. I’ve never even been a size eight,” she declared. “I’m not beautiful.”

Adam kissed her again, “Yes, you are. And I don’t tell women that lightly at all, Kylia. You are beautiful and I certainly don’t mind telling you that everyday.”

“But I’m—

“Beautiful,” he insisted. “Repeat it for me: I am beautiful.”

“Adam, I can’t—”

“Kylia.”

“Iambeautiful,” she muttered.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

“I am beautiful,” Jane replied a bit more confidently. “I am beautiful.”

This time when he kissed her, Adam did not withhold anything. Her lips parted against his so his tongue dipped in. Her arms circled his neck, pulling herself closer to him, pressing her fabulously natural breasts against his chest. His hands stopped framing her face and traced along her arms before sneaking below to gently touch her breasts. She tensed when he cupped her breasts and so he removed his hands and pulled gently out of the kiss.

“You are beautiful, Kylia,” he muttered.

“I am beautiful,” she repeated, eyes fluttering open to meet his. “I am beautiful because you make me believe I am.”