HopeMy blood pounded in my ears and my heart raced a million times faster than it should've. I was anxious, tipsy, unsettled, just standing there, tapping my foot on the floor and chewing on my lips as I watched the light ascend the circular buttons on the elevator. I didn't understand why he all of a sudden wanted to see me but I didn't ask, after the call last night, I rushed down here the next morning, feeling a little guilty for lying to Killian but it was a necessary evil. The elevator arrived on the VIP floor and I scrambled out as soon as the doors slid open. Room 16 was just around the corner. The two guards standing by the door nodded for me to enter but I stood there for a moment, valiantly attempting to calm down and gather my thoughts. When my heart steadied to its regular rhythm, and I could breathe normally, I sort to open the door, but someone on the other end beat me to it.The door opened and revealed a doctor. "You must be Mrs. Fobster. The one I spoke to on the ph
Killian The loud noise that resonated from somewhere in the house violently yanked me out of my impromptu nap on the couch and the words. "100!" Flew right out of my mouth as I rolled off and fell face-down to the ground. Fuck. I groaned, using the coffee table as leverage to get my sore self back up. My eyes blinked a few times and without a doubt, I knew I'd slept too long. Crap.Still trying to process exactly how I had fallen asleep, I dug my phone out from underneath me to check the time but a message sent by Hope twenty minutes ago popped up on my screen.Hope: I'll be home soon. Please bath the kids. A bath?Shit. The kids. I sprung up from the couch, neglecting my still hurting ankle as I hustled towards the base of the stairs. "Oliver! Lilith!"No one answered. The house was quiet. Too quiet. "Oliver! Lilith!" I bellowed again and waited, but silence filled the house."Oliver! Lilith!" I figured they'd turn up in a few minutes, but it was way past that, and no voices sou
Somewhere along the line, I was on top of Hope and trying not to crush her with the weight of my eager body as she pulled her legs open like an invitation to an all-you-can-eat buffet. My eyes wandered between them. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. I groaned. "You were trying to tease me when you wore this nightdress, weren't you?" My lips moved across her cheek to her ear and I nibbled gently on her lobe before moving down her neck to the delectable hollow at the base of her throat."From the moment you walked in I couldn't stop thinking about how much I wanted to ravage you in it," I murmured, kissing my way to her nipple. I teased it first with my tongue, licking around her soft flesh, noting she was bigger than I remembered, more sensitive. I took a nipple into my mouth and kneaded the other, biting, caressing, flicking, marveling at the way she whispered my name and dug her fingers into my hair. "Killian please." She breathed. "I can't take this."I could feel her slick
HopeI was a fool. I loved too easily and I knew this. Yet I let my guard down and fell in love with a man I should never be involved with and he had just rejected me. Or at least, it felt like he had. What was I thinking?Unbidden tears pooled in my eyes. Why was I crying again? Bitterness spread through me like venom. I sank into the bed, angry at myself for this senseless decision I made.Did I think he was going to kiss me and tell me he loved me back?Irritation swirled up and encompassed me in a black cloud. Foolish me; crying over the loss of something that wasn't mine, to begin with. How ridiculous. I felt pathetic and alone and crushed. How could he just leave?With soured expectations, I sobbed, silently praying that he came back to me; that he walked right back into the room and told me he loved me too.But he didn't. Not tonight. Not the night after. And two days later, it just felt like we were back at square one.If he'd spit on my face, it couldn't have hurt me m
KillianToday, I had woken up completely wrapped around Hope with my hand on her baby bump.It was utterly amazing how I went from waking up alone and hungover, to waking up with a wife who was carrying my child, and—most astonishing of all—was in love with me. Little moans left her lips as she stirred and turned so her back was on the bed. "I feel so tired..." She groaned, stretching her arms going over her head in an attempt to work sleep out of her muscles but it only made the sheets covering her body fall, bringing those nipples to sight and the morning chill made it instantly hard. Unable to resist, I lowered the sheet more and flicked one stiff peak with my tongue. She jerked. "Ow, they're sensitive, Killian." "I just want to nibble a little." I pulled a nipple into my mouth and sucked hard."Killian, ah." She arched again and the extremely erotic sound she made shot through me, fueling me with the appetite to do more but the moment I sucked hard again and felt a foreign su
HopeAlarm trickled into my system the moment Gwendolyn got off the phone and I had no recollection of running down the stairs or heading out of the house or even getting into a train but somehow I was here, in the hospital, with my heart beating ten times faster as I took in heavy breaths. The whole hospital was crowded; reporters and nurses hustling around the throng. Low murmurings and comments drifted to my ears.Poor man. At least he died with a smile on his face. I heard he asked for a glass of whiskey before he finally gave up. I also heard his grandson spent the night in the morgue. He must really love him. Killian... I rushed past the crowd and forced my way into the elevator, not caring if I looked like roadkill or a trainwreck. Room 16 was as jammed as I'd expected. I pushed my way through a few more reporters and felt my world slip away when I looked into the open room and found the bed empty. Mr. Edward wasn't there, he was really gone."Hope?" I turned when I hea
Killian I snapped out of my thoughts the minute my father finished his speech and the crowd began to applaud. The funeral was held in St. Patrick's cathedral and although I preferred not to attend, Gwendolyn dragged me out of my hotel room and forced me here in the front seat where everyone cried like they ever gave a shit about him when he was alive.I was supposed to be crying too tho. I knew I was supposed to be crying. Everyone else was. But my eyes were dry and I didn't know why either because I loved that old man more than I ever admitted and when someone you love dies like this, you are supposed to be destroyed but right now, I was staring into the open casket in front of me, hoping that seeing him one last time would bring me some kind of closure. But I felt...nothing. "He's not coming back, is he?" Gwen whispered beside me. When I tried to speak, nothing came out. My throat was swollen shut. It'd been that way for the past four days. I shook my head. "He's not."I could te
HopeI sat bolt upright, gasping for breath, covered in sweat, and momentarily disoriented as I looked around quickly. I was alone in my bedroom and it was still a little dark outside. What the hell had just happened? Slowly the outside world invaded my senses. I glanced over at the alarm clock on the bedside and found that it was five something in the morning. When my breathing settled, I pushed my hair out of my face, groaning as I realized I had one of those dreams, the kind reading too many Nikki Sloane novels could give you. My eyes fell to my phone on the nightstand. I picked it up, checking to see if there was any call or message but my log was empty, just as it had been for the past four days.Honestly, staying alone in this house was starting to get suffocating without Killian in it. I located his number and called him. We needed to sort things out, most especially now when my next appointment was approaching and we still hadn't discussed vital things concerning the bab
HOPEA 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