Joanna’s POVI stood by our balcony watching their interaction. It was Adams's kid and Katie. All this while, I thought the whole event after their silly weekend getaway would have been enough to teach her a damn lesson to stay away from him, but I guess I was wrong.A sigh left my lips. It was the time of the evening when I just wanted to sit and appreciate the wealth I own, not worry about some overzealous teenage girl.“That is your problem sign, Jo. What is it?” Donald asked from behind me. From the way he sounded, I could tell he wasn't really looking at me or even in my direction, he sounded distracted.Turning around, I hoisted my butt against the cold white bar of the balcony watching him type away on his phone.“It is Adams's kid and your daughter…” I usually did that when I wanted him to be pissed or at least give me a little of the attention he gives to his poll rating or event managers.“So??” He muttered like he couldn't see the problem. After some seconds of silence, he
Killian's POV“Sometimes I think she's a witch…”The bourbon—which isn't my go-to choice—burnt my throat so much hotter than regular vodka did. “This tastes like the shit hole of hell itself..”. I muttered.“Well, you asked for the strongest stuff I had and that is it. Sorry, but this is what poor people like me drink.” Stephen chuckled, switching the bottle for a much colder one which I appreciated with a nod of affirmation. Then I realized he could have read my gesture as me conceding that he was poor.“By the way I don't think you are poor. You aren't, your apartment is actually nice. Comfortable is the word.”“Yeah…” he came to join me on the joint couch, “I guess you can say that.”“It can't be that bad having your parents over.” He chuckled lightly. I know he didn't exactly know my parents so I didn't blame him.“You don't know my parents. If you did, you would know why I'm chucking this shit down instead of being at Ana’s place right now.”“Today will make it a straight week y
Author's POVEsther paced in the marked hallway of the hospital she worked in, her chest was beating faster than it was a few minutes ago as she kept calling the same number over and over while pacing back and forth. She still wasn't able to prescribe the possible whereabouts of Katie's mother's wolf and the alpha was beginning to crack down on her as Beta Crowell wouldn't let her be. He had just left her office after she convinced him to consult a higher and more experienced Autopsy doctor to whom she had transferred Hannah, Katie's mother.Her accomplice wasn't picking up any of her calls and it was starting to get on her nerves. She dialed his number again.He picked up on the second ring.“About fucking time!” She snapped first, the acid in her phone was enough to crack the mic.“Good morning to you too, Esther.” His voice came through the other side.“Don’t you fucking dare sass me after the shit I just had to go through for your ass? Did you do it?? Did you get it done??” She r
Killian's POVI sighed. Not in the soft ‘I-have-to-chill’ but in the ‘I-need-a-break’ way.Stephen has begun working on Katie's case again, which was actually the whole intention of coming to his place so we weren't walked in on by the vultures—if that word even existed. I stretched out on his dull blue couch that didn't match the brown rug on the floorboard. To be honest, his entire house was cozy but a bad color riot.“You can't keep sighing like a woman who has all her kids in ca oma while I'm here doing all the wor,” Stephen said from over the couch. I could imagine the look on his face, that of disapproval. He would shake it and make a pitiful sound afterward. “tch..”There it was…“That’s the whole point of hiring you my guy, if you haven't given it much of a thought. That's why you get paid to rumble around the pack's gossip till we find out the exact issue—”“Hannah Christine Martins didn't get a burial. And there is no record of being cremated at any of the mortuaries in the
Killian's POV“Hey…” I said to her the moment her door swung open. She was in a jade green face mask and blue bathrobe that slit down her chest exposing the curves of her fair breasts.“Well, don't just stand there, give me a kiss or something and come in…” She leaned in for a kiss and I made sure to make it short before pushing her aside gently, letting myself in. Her apartment was dimly lit with soft French music playing in the background. She somehow made her suite appear even more cozy than mine.“What should I get you?” she muttered into my ears from behind, her breasts pressing into my back. I could feel my pants tighten almost immediately from the contact.“Water!” I blurted the words out in a thin voice that I wasn't so proud of. Ana walked in front of me, a slight look of disapproval on her face as she repeated, “Water? Seriously??” “Yeah. I already had some strong stuff to drink so uh, I'm good I guess…” She didn't push further, nodding at my statement and exiting the leav
Killian's POV It wasn't my proudest moment but I wasn't gonna take it back. It felt somewhat like a payback for inviting my parents over without my consent.I could imagine it, the yellow tape at my back as the crime scene was investigated, if only this went wrong.I mindlessly searched for my phone while simultaneously searching my memory for the last time I had seen it. My brain was more lazy than my fingers were. Thankfully, I found it in my front pocket. I dialed Stephen’s number and he picked after the third ring.“You just left my place, Killian. What could you possibly want?” I could hear the wrecking fatigue in his voice.I shook my head, a sad attempt to clear the overhead haze that kept swinging me in directions I didn't want to fall in. I decided to rest my back against the wall outside her suite, looking side to side to see if anyone was coming.“I think I just did something shitty and I feel sick in the depths of my stomach..” I muttered into the phone.“You mean aside f
Author's POVKillian couldn't sleep.It was the morning of the gala which they had used basically two weeks to plan. Well, most of the planning was done by Melissa and her team while he just approved their budgets while asking himself, ‘Will Mother like this?’Some part of him wanted to please his parents even though he knew that would be like Ice skating on a volcano. A man who had achieved success like his father and a woman with that much ego and OCD could never truly be pleased. He rushed through his religious morning routine, staying longer in the gym so he could work out the restlessness that wormed its way into his muscles.He was able to make it to the office before it was 11 am. Only a handful of his workers were around along with Melissa who was in casual clothes for the first time.“Woah…” Killian muttered, holding on to the door handle as he watched her type away on her phone while she was still in some kind of pajamas.“Are you wearing pajamas?” He had to ask after not b
Katie's POV My belly crumbled for the third time in a row. I haven't gone downstairs for Breakfast yet, which was like four or five hours ago. I don't know how to explain it because I was definitely hungry but the butterflies were way bigger. It kept me on my bed staring at the speech paper Melissa had printed out for me the other day at her office. The fold lines were bold, telling that it had been neatly kept until my anxiety needed something to feed on.Maybe I was having cold feet, it had to be. I couldn't face Donald and Joanna, I feared they would see through me, Joanna especially. Some days I could swear that woman was a freaking witch and wouldn’t confess to it.I found myself craving for my workplace, company, anything really that just sitting on my bed and waiting for the clock to strike 7 PM.I couldn't do it anymore, looking at the clock every two minutes or scratching the edge of my nail with my teeth, so I picked up my phone lying somewhere on my bed and dialed the firs