Novels by Kay Lillyt

Bryan gave attention to the papers on his desk. Knowing the Human Resources manager had just walked into his office, and yet not looking at her. "You shouldn't keep me waiting Miss." "I'm sorry sir. I just..." her voice squeaked. Like every other time she came before the big boss man. "Now I'm doing work I planned to do at home here." "I apologise. It's just. I noticed that your new assistant doesn't have a last name in her file and-" "I know what her last name is." "But sir-" "I know who I hired. I have my reasons for keeping her last name out of her file. Unless she decides to tell you her last name... which I doubt she will. Considering." He smiled. Remembering Nick's lack of expression when neither of them said her last name. "Understand? This is my decision. Good night." "Yes Mister Atkins. I apologise for wasting your time." He knew his reason wasn't good enough. But there was nothing she could do about that. Lucill

Dim lights flooded the entire room. Music playing ever so loudly, he could barely hear himself think. The VIP room in the club was a little less crowded than the other side of the velvet rope. Leaning back against his chair, leg crossed; ankle on his left knee, one hand on his right thigh and the left holding on to the glass of scotch on the table, he stared into the somewhat golden liquid. Wearing a white shirt with no tie, two top buttons undone and a dark blue suit. His heart pounding from the effects of the drug. Lost in nothing and thinking of nothing, he didn't look up when the velvet rope was lifted and his friend walked in with a girl in a tight short dress calling his name excitedly. "Nicky! Nicky!!" His friend called out over the music. He didn't look up. His friend was now standing beside him. "This is Sandy." His friend gestured to the girl giggling beside him. He still didn't look up. Tracing his fingers round the rim of his glass. "This is Nicky, beautiful."

TWENTY FOUR YEARS AGO..."What do you mean you're not coming?! "I don't want this. I don't want any part of this, i never did" "Oh and apparently she did?!" Renee stood so close, hoping to hear what Nick was saying. "Nick-" "No dad. I'm not coming. Besides, you're there.""Damn it Nick! She's asking for you." "So what?""This is your child!" Renee held one hand over her mouth in shock and the other on her husband's arm. "I'm not coming.""Then, don't come back. Don't come back at all. I don't want to see you here." Bryan spat.But first...*****Beethoven's Ruins of Athens No.4 played in the background. Idle chatter going on all around. Waiters passing around champagne from one person to the other like a plague. Such elegant evening gowns round the hall. The music seemed to move through her, she'd never been one for such music and yet she was enjoying it, more than she thought she would. It was

Crap. She wasn't wearing her other clothes. But so what? Tate already knows too much. "Hi." Lacey kept a straight face. Tate stepped aside, giving her space to enter the house. Without a word from him, she went towards the living room. Only to stop when she saw David and George on their feet. Hearing Tate call her name got them to get up. So it wasn't just Tate who had now seen her out of her other clothes. Oh who cares? "Where's Tom?" She asked. They looked at her like she was a completely different person down to the way she dressed. Which in a way is true. It took a few seconds before George spoke for all of them. "Uhh... upstairs." "Thanks." She veered towards the stairs. Tate cleared his throat. "We'll just go then." She looked back at him and nodded. "Lock the door behind us please?" She did as she was asked. The first thing she noticed when she pushed his room door open was the mess. The room wasn't as bright as it usually was, things had been t

Tom shrugged off his jacket when he got home. He let it fall to the ground as he headed towards the kitchen, ignoring Tate and George who got in after him. He grabbed a glass from the kitchen island and poured himself a glass of water. He could barely bring himself to drink it. How did this happen? They were happy and then Abby showed up. How blind had he been in that moment that he didn't see right through it all? He let her take him upstairs and he thought she was apologising. How stupid can he be? With new rage building up, he threw the glass at the fridge with force. He watched it shatter once it hit and water ran down the fridge door. Groaning, he dug his hands into his hair. It had all been a plan to break them up. And he fell for it. How did he not know any better? He looked at the dishes by the sink and swept them off the counter. All of them breaking. The sound only muffling his ragged breathing for a moment. He hated the memory. Only wishing he could go back and stop hi

It was strange to see her house looking the way it did. She'd never admired it from afar before. The bouncer with the guest list stood by the door. She always talked to him before heading inside never to be seen again till morning. A string of colourful lights were hung out. Kids from different schools walking up to the trusty bouncer to see who was who and decide which of the kids before him would be his unlucky victim. Tom held her hand and stuffed their hands in his pocket. She was sure he could feel how cold her hands were, and the knots were still there. Music was playing inside. From where they stood they could hear it. They could also hear people talking excitedly around them. Tate and the others in front of them were no different. Those without invites wondering out loud if they'd be let in. There were a lot of people waiting to get in in front of them. And from what she could see, a guy and a girl had already been told to get lost since they got out of the car. The bouncer i