San Francisco royalty, Killian Fobster is an egotistical, manipulative asshole who will rather fuck an octopus on live television than get tied down to a woman. But when his one-night-stand from two months ago shows up in his office with not-so-pleasant news, he has to make certain decisions that may involve going against everything he stands for. With his vicious good looks, skirt-chasing habits, and cold demeanor, he is the last person a sweet girl like Hope Sterling should be involved with, but desperate times call for rather creative measures, and soon after she finds herself trapped in the sham of a fake union that threatens to blossom into something that may change her life forever.
View MoreHOPEA month later. Giving birth was the easy part— the heart-stopping contractions. Sweating like a donkey and trying to push while being spread out like some farm exhibit with strangers gawking between my knees. The yelling, the bleeding. Having my vagina stitched—it didn't seem terrifying at all.Know what was?Having to deal with all this baby weight that came after.I cursed my misfortune, turning to look at myself sideways in the mirror. After my pregnancy with Ryan, my body has yet to regain its original shape and for me, that was pretty devastating. "What's taking so long?" Killian asked, as usual, walking into my room unannounced but I was too annoyed to care if he saw me standing in my underwear or not. "What's wrong?" He strolled with lith grace towards me, and I found it ironic how he got to look this perfect while I carried all the scars and weight that came with birth. "The dress I picked out didn't fit. I feel humongous." "Hope." He sighed and stared at me through
KillianI sleepwalked through the all process of wiping the blood away from my hands and strapping into a blue overall. My brain didn't recollect any information, except the one where I was being ushered into a room with doctors hovering around the elevated bed like wild animals. I carefully stepped inside, My heart wrenching painfully in my chest as my eyes landed on Hope. She was laying with a thick pink blanket draped over her parted legs. Her pale face was strained with tears, her hair flying wildly across her face. She was sweating, eyes closed tight with the pain."Hope, you need to push," the doctor demanded, but she shook her head, groaning in pain. "I can't," she breathed, keeping her eyes closed as her legs quivered. "I can't. It hurts.""Hope..." My voice broke as I moved closer to her, calling her desperately and I wasn't sure if she had heard me but then her bloodshot eyes pushed open and the moment they met mine, my chest felt tight; like I was being suffocated. "Ki
Killian My heart wasn't made of stone. It was just like everyone else's, and right now, it hammered against my ribs so painfully I was sure I'd die. But I didn't stop.I squeezed the stirring wheel as I sped down the freeway, trying to exhaust myself, trying not to think. I was running—away from my life, away from my thoughts, away from Hope.The look on her face when I'd zoomed off taunted me. Hearing the pain in her voice as she begged me to stay wounded my heart. It felt like someone had cracked open my ribs and gripped my beating heart in their hands only to nearly squeeze the life out of it. The guilt ate me alive. I shouldn't have left her that way, but despite the pain, I did it because I was hurting, because I was scared that if I stayed, I'd only be caging her. I couldn't do that. I couldn't hurt her any more than I already had. So I wanted to go. I wanted to go back to my life where she meant nothing to me.But how could I ever do that when she'd taken up all the space t
I was in a complete daze when I walked back into my apartment.My heart broke and it felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. I didn't want to believe that Killian was gone. I didn't want to believe that he had left me again. Maybe it was all a dream, maybe if I closed my eyes or if I pinched myself hard enough he'd—"Great, you're back," Scott's voice pulled me out of my tailspin. He stepped out of my kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hand and looked at me like nothing had happened; like he hadn't just sold his pride and driven the love of my life out of the door. "Now that you're here, we can talk about your flight schedule." My fist clenched by my side. When I said nothing but glared at him with all the hate and anger and fury I could muster, he released a long breath. "Come on, why are you looking at me like that." He walked toward me and stretched out his cup. "Drink this, you'll feel better."I slapped his hand along with the cup out of my face and watched as it shat
My heart was palpitating. It pounded hard, so hard that I swore it would burst out of my chest. "What the hell are you doing here?!" Scott barked, charging at him again but I quickly wormed my way in between them."Scott please stop.""No." He hissed, his eyes filled with so much rage as he shoved me aside and jammed Killian against the wall. "I thought I told you I didn't want to see you anywhere near my sister?! What part of leave her the fuck alone didn't you understand!" Killian groaned. God no. He was bleeding. This was all my fault. I shouldn't have let him in. I shouldn't have asked him to stay. "Scott, I'll explain," I held his arm desperately. "Please let him go.""Stay out of this," he gruffed, flinging his arm away from mine so harshly that I stumbled backward but caught myself with the support of the counter."Let me fucking go!" Killian barked, ripping Scott's hand away from his throat and staggering back, fighting to get his air. For a moment, he looked like he woul
"Kiss me," I implored, once again enslaved by my body, unashamed of my words. "Kiss me, Killian."I never really understood the power of desire until this very moment, until we were both inside my apartment, standing inches away from each other, feeding off the sensations, the overwhelming sense of need and desire. "I'm afraid to do so." My breath quickened. "Why?" "Because," he took a step closer to me, so close, I could barely breathe. But rather than kissing me, he swept my hair over one shoulder and ran his fingers over my bare neck. "There's so much I want to do to you right now, there's so much I feel." He admitted, trailing his hand down my arm. "But I'm afraid I might hurt you again."A burst of pleasure shot through me at his words. "You won't hurt me, Killian, I know you won't. So kiss me right now.""Are you sure?" he murmured, his words falling mere inches from my lips. "Because once I do, I might not be able to stop.""I trust you."That seemed to do the trick because
HopeAfter dinner, Killian and I walked the beach a while in comfortable silence, watching the scanty crowd. Life here seemed so different, so surreal, carefree, easy. "Everyone here seems happy. It's amazing.""If you like it so much, we could always relocate."I snapped my head to look at him. He shrugged. "It'll be a good chance to get away from everything. There are lots of free rooms, we could maybe make one into a nursery." I released my breath in a soft sigh. "Killian, stop saying things like that."He chuckled softly. "I mean it. You're the only woman I've ever brought here, that's because you mean a lot to me.""Not even Megan?" I wanted to suck the words back in the second they slipped out because he stared at me with an emotion that choked me. "On second thought, don't answer that," I said quickly and looked away from him. "Not even her." His words sent a flutter to my belly. "Really?"He smiled. "Let's find somewhere to sit, your feet must hurt."They did. I nodded an
HopeI stood in front of the large mirror on the wall and smoothened my dress over my bump. As much as I would've loved to lay down in my bed and cry my feelings away all night, I still had an evening with Killian Fobster to get through first. For some last-minute adjustments, I applied eyeliner and pinched my cheeks, satisfied with my look. I took in a deep breath and flitted back into the bedroom in search of my shoes. That was when a knock sounded on my door. It had to be Killian.My nervousness topped up a notch. I quickly kicked the pizza wrapping underneath the couch and padded barefoot towards the door, trying not to show entrepreneurial oomph.When I opened it, his dark eyes caressed me, gliding from my head to my toes before lingering back on my face. "Can I come in?"I blinked away the hotness I felt and immediately released the door handle for him to step in."You're here a little earlier than I expected, I'm not done getting ready yet," I told him, watching as he looke
Killian I'd spent the better part of my morning clearing the piled-up stacks of documents on my desk. The other part consisted of planning a date that put me in a royally pissed mood because nothing was going the way I wanted it to. What the fuck was I thinking when I'd said that in the first place?I had rehearsed last night a thousand times since my conversation with my mother. What I'd say to her, how I'd make my plea. And I thought I'd figured it out but then this happened and I had only a few hours to plan the perfect date. That woman was going to be the death of me; I just knew it.I took off my glasses and tossed them on my desk. My mind was trying to narrow down a plan but nothing fit, nothing fucking fit. I scrubbed my hands over my face and I inhaled a deep breath before pressing the intercom button. "Cleo?"I waited for her to reply or at least walk into my office but when nothing happened after a minute, I pressed it again. "Cleo?"Another minute passed. Was it so impo
HopeI'd never do it. I mean... This wasn't me.Nah, no, nada, nil, zilch. It couldn't be me. I was the responsible one. The one always prepared, always early and on time. On weekdays, I worked my butt off at the diner and on weekends I stayed huddled up in the book store down the block. That right there was the full autobiography of my life. Pretty basic and plain, and I was the last person you'd expect to worry about an accidental pregnancy. So why the hell did I just spend a hundred bucks on a box of target-brand pregnancy tests?Three words.I. Fucked. Up.Rewind two months back to Pampam's bachelorette party and my insistence on staying home because attending a cock fest and seeing a bunch of naked penises writhing at me wasn't exactly on my to-do list, but Lesley being the persistent friend she was, didn't take no for an answer. "There aren't going to be naked cocks, Hope. It's a strip club, not pornhub." She reasoned, taking off my reading glasses. "Besides... It's not gonna
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