Killian
Two years ago.
I hope I'm on the right path.
When I discovered the nuns had something called "spiritual direction" offered to those in need, my interest immediately perked up. I earlier read it is like sacramental confessions, but since I'm not a catholic, I concluded talking to a nun would suit me better.
Because I need someone to talk with—a person who won't judge or hate me for the shitty person I've been for years.
And so, I'm sitting in a booth, waiting for a nun to gift me with some spiritual guidance.
I'm nervous—highly unlike me.
I inhale deeply in an attempt to calm down. I'm sweating like a pig ready for slaughter. What if the nun tells me I can't change? That would break my spirit. After years of doing the wrong things, drinking and gambling, and spending too much money to provoke my parents, I want to turn for the better.
With shaking hands, I stroke my sweaty palms against my jeans. My throat is sor
Daria I'm dragging my feet up the stairs leading to my apartment door. My hair is a heavy mess, dirty and bouncing like a basketball. Wilder glared at me all night from the table he shared with Evelyn. But I don't think Wilder has the right to be angry over the fact that I kissed his handsome brother when he went out on a date together with another woman. Killian. He kissed me. Giant grasshoppers are swarming in my belly. My lips are tingling, sending an excited but nervous shiver over my skin. Those stormy blue eyes will be hard to forget, especially when the man looked haunted by a mysterious past, yet gentle at the same time. I take a deep breath, gripping the metal bar to drag my exhausted body up the last couple of stairs. The wind is hitting me in the face, sending a wave of cologne my way, and then I'm left staring at Killian, gazing up at the starlit sky. What. The. Hell. Why is he here? My eyes are prac
Daria Killian soaks me up, blinking at me with thoughtful eyes. Moments pass, and then he cracks up, a sudden burst of laughter that warms his face and makes him look gentle and approachable. "Are you serious?" Killian asks with his teeth glinting through his lips. Amusement is all around. "You're not joking, right?" I don't have any words, so I listen to his laughter and feel the vibrations on the couch. Killian is massively entertained. I'm not sure what to make of his reaction and stay wary, with my eyes glued to the dimples on his face. "Did you seriously keep drugs under your bed?" Killian asks with a shaking smile from having to hold back his laughter. "I'm not joking." I peer straight into his eyes, nervous because I'm not sure if Killian's smile is terrible or good news. "Wilder kicked his toes into the bag with drugs, cursed under his breath, and stormed out of my apartment without giving me time to explain." "My brother has a
Killian I drag a hand through my hair while preparing coffee, standing inside my kitchen wearing nothing more than sweatpants. I'm half-naked, and while I realize putting on a shirt would be proper, I love the way Daria ogles me whenever I flex the muscles in my chest. I'm painfully aware that she likes my way more successful brother Wilder, and I keep telling myself that I'm not bothered, but I'm already green with envy. Women like Daria don't come around very often. When I hit rock bottom two years ago, she was the voice that sent me in the right direction. Daria was my beacon in the night, and she is the sole reason I didn't commit suicide two years ago—I owe her everything. "Oh, can I have milk in my coffee?" Daria asks from the table. She is playing with the sugar spoon, building these small hills inside the old sugar holder. "Milk, huh?" I smile to myself, warm from simply glancing her way. The fact that Daria is sitting inside my kitche
DariaMy workday is like a field day in hell. Wilder is still pissed at me for the kiss I shared with his brother, and when I came in this morning, he approached me with firm strides and said, "You do the dishes today."The dishwasher is broken, and now I'm on duty, standing in the kitchen's corner with a pink hat and green gloves. I'm washing plates that smell like fish and caviar while trying not to gag.I hate cleaning, but I guess this will keep my mind from drifting over to Wilder and Killian territory. I'm sure that I'm in love with Wilder, but I had this strange dream after that comment Killian made yesterday.In the dream, I had sex with Wilder in my bed. It was excellent and safe, and my hands were on his pecs, touching his muscles and squeezing his bulging biceps. Only when I lifted my chin to meet his eyes, they were stormy blue rather than golden, and the smirk on the face was too feral to belong to Wilder, and then I woke up.Fuck.
Daria Exhaustion is making it tiring to even drag my beaten ass through the doors of The Parlor. I worked the early shift today, and the sun is still shining when the brisk wind hits my face. I unbutton my jacket, too sweaty to keep it closed, and spin around to the sound of a snort. Wilder is leaning against the restaurant wall, glaring up at the sky as if he doesn't want to face me. My eyes linger on him, and anger rushes through my veins like venom until I can't take it. My lips part, and out comes the pent-up frustration I've been carrying for days. "Hey, can I ask you something?" I call over to him with my arms planted under my chest. I'm much shorter than Wilder, but I'm not afraid of facing him straight on. "Wilder!" There isn't a reply. I sigh. "Why do you keep treating me like shit? The entire day you've been behind my back, yelling and handing out a hundred orders at once. You weren't as hard with anyone else and kept me on d
Daria Looking into Wilder's eyes is like watching a lion turn into a lamb. A man ready to fight for his cause is suddenly broken, overwhelmed by the words I told him. Those golden eyes are glued on mine, and for the first time, I don't think the big, successful man has something to say because he isn't used to things not going according to plan. "Why didn't you tell me..." His voice is a hurt whisper, and I suck in a deep breath, press my back further into the wall. I had expected a hug or a kiss, not words. And fuck, why did Wilder have to cut me with words? Talking about this is hard and painful—this isn't what I need right now. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Here it comes, the panic anxiety. "Because I didn't want you to pity me." Wilder stares at me, and I sigh, rolling my eyes before explaining. My chest is on fire, and frustration is running loose within me. "Look, you're the rich boy with a silver spoon in your hand, and I didn't want you to
Killian Daria has appeared outside my door every evening for the last couple of days, ready to watch Netflix with me. We are only friends, and I suspect it will stay that way. My brother is still crazily into her, leaving gifts outside her door and trying to make her accept his money. And I'm not stupid—I know Daria needs the money if she wishes to survive, and I'm also aware that no sane woman would pick me over my rich and famous brother. No one picks the nice guy. It's always the powerful guy who brings all pussy to the yard—I speak from experience since I used to be an asshole in the past. I had no trouble making women pin for me, but these days I don't see the charm of not knowing whether you have caught an STD from the night before. No. I'm not interested in seeing any women. I only got eyes for Daria, which is a shame since she doesn't seem remotely interested in starting anything with me. Meanwhile, I'm on fire every time Daria enters
DariaKillian throws me onto his bed, one we picked up from IKEA a few days back. The sheets are new and white, soft beneath my palms as Killian climbs on all fours. He is like an entirely different person, raw, hungry, sexy, and dominant. There is nothing soft about his eyes, and warmth pool between my legs, seeing the smirk on his lips.I'm not only wet between my legs—I'm gushing, and my panties are damp and uncomfortable. Killian is standing on his knees, showcasing his shelf-like pectoral muscles, and I take in a long, deep breath, committing this image to my long-term memory."Take off everything."I gulp but do as I'm told, slipping off my sweater with shaky hands. My stomach is in knots. I'm super self-conscious after seeing how insanely sexy Killian looks naked, and the man is also equipped with the largest cock I've ever seen.What is weird is that I never had this problem with Wilder. I was never scared, but with Killian, I'm afrai
Daria I gap at Killian with blinking eyes, whispering. "You were my first crush! The sexy voice on the other side of the confession booth!" Killian snorts and then throws a fit of laughter. He seems massively amused by my statement. "The sexy voice on the other side of the confession booth? And wait, I was your first crush? Really? You weren't into someone famous like the rest of us?" Snorting, I shake my head. "No, you were my first crush! I'm not lying!" "I don't believe you!" Killian's lips are tightly knit in a smile. "You're only saying that to make me happy, and it's working, but I rather not have you lie to me, Daria!" "Killian, I'm not lying to you!" I slap his shoulder in excitement, smiling until I swear my face is about to break from nostalgia. "I used to lie down on my back late at night when the other nuns were sleeping, and then I would remember that sexy voice and touch myself—I came hard every goddamn time!" My words ar
DariaThe first time Killian open his eyes is on a Tuesday. His eyes flit through the room, and I drop a flower vase, staring at him until those familiar eyes once more close.At first, I thought I had imagined it, but the next time Killian opens his eyes, there are doctors there. He can barely talk and open his mouth without a sound coming out.But there is intelligence in Killian's eyes, a type of remembrance, and the doctors tell me he will need to learn how to walk, talk and eat again after so many weeks in a coma.Those words fill me with even more hope because I had it even when he wasn't awake. Now I'm always giddy, and when I'm left alone with Killian, I'm almost bursting from the seams.I take a seat next to his bed, and a small smile curls his lips. His blue eyes scan my face, and I giggle—I'm so bubbly."Good morning," I say, barely able to contain myself. I want to jump the man, plant kisses all over his face. "How are you?
DariaI'm holding Killian's hand. It's been days, and he still hasn't opened up his eyes, but the flowers in his vase are exchanged. I thought yellow daisies would suit him and plucked some from outside."The yellow color makes me happy," I'm speaking, hoping Killian can hear my voice even with his severe head trauma. His room is filled with flowers from various fans, but mine are the ones on the table. "And even though you've received more expensive flowers from your fans and Wilder, I think you would prefer the ones directly taken from the street."I glance down at his long, dark eyelashes, fanned out over his cheeks as he breathes. Without meaning to, I shed a tear but immediately tell myself to brighten up. I squeeze his hand and peer out through the window behind his hospital bed.For days, I've cuddled up to his lifeless body when no one has been watching. My soul misses him, so I talk with him as if he can hear me, not caring if I'm mad. I brush hi
DariaWhen I wake up from surgery, I can tell something is wrong. There is a knot inside my chest that won't go away. No matter how hard I try to tackle my worries away, it's gnawing me alive.Now isn't the first time I open my eyes—I've done it twice already but fallen straight asleep after a few breaths. My limbs are tired and heavy, feeling like they belong to someone above the age of eighty and not a woman still in her early twenties.I glance to my left and right, tilting my head when I'm faced with the hesitant smile of Brooklyn. She doesn't look happy to see me, more like she is sheltering a secret, and now it's evident that something is wrong.My heart pounds against my ribcage, and I suck in a deep breath, asking myself twice if I'm ready to hear the answer to my question. I don't know why, but I think Brooklyn's response will break me from within."What has happened?" I ask her, entirely serious. I'm not wearing a smile or even cele
KillianThe day I've feared for has come, and every minute seems like an entire year.Daria is getting prepared for surgery. There is a heavy cloud hanging low over my head, raining and making the scene seem grey. If anyone can survive this operation, then it's Daria. Yet, I'm still worried and barely slept tonight.I held on to Daria for dear life, holding her close until she eventually fell asleep to the beating of my heart. It was sweet, but I regret not telling her how much I love her.I'm a weakling for not being able to say it. My brain seems to believe losing her won't be as painful if I haven't spoken the words burning at the tip of my tongue.I love her so much.I need her.I want a future with her.Why are those things so hard to put into words?I stare down at the floor, inhaling deeply at my phone acting up again. Ava hasn't left me alone all day. She sold the story about me dating Daria to the media without
DariaMy current state can only be described as pain. It's as if the blood in my veins has been replaced with lead, and every movement leaves me feeling exhausted. My head is a fuzzy cloud of migraine, and every breath that I take seems forced.I'm so tired.My eyelids are extremely heavy, barely open when Killian storms into the hospital. His hair is a pure mess, and his disguise has been thrown out the window. There isn't a fake beard, only his gorgeous face and widened eyes I'm met with—gosh, I want to kiss that face.The first thought that enters my head is "beautiful" because there is no better word to describe the man before me. Inside and out. The man has a heart of gold, and when his arms wrap around me, it gets a little easier to breathe.I love this man so much. Please, god, make him stay by my side. I need him right now, his humor, laughter, and incredible light pouring out from his soul with every octave spoken from his mouth.
Killian When I wake up the following day, the loss of Daria's warm body by my side is the most obvious. Part of why I went to bed with a smile is the fact that I knew I could cuddle her in the morning. Did she change her mind about us and leave me? Why? Everything was so perfect with her yesterday, and the sex was amazing. Dread circles around my chest, making it harder to breathe, until the bedroom door opens and Daria walks in. She carries a tray with orange juice stacked on top. There is also fruit, toast, yogurt, and bacon, and I stare at her smiling, rosy face. "I made us breakfast!" She announces, beaming at me. Beyond surprised, I sit up in bed, taking the tray from her hands as she climbs back into bed. "Gosh, it's cold in here!" She shudders vocally and pulls the thick blanket over her thin, milky legs, digging her frail shoulders into the large pillow behind her that seems to swallow her. Beautiful, emerald ey
Daria I can already tell that having sex with Killian tonight will be much different from our first time. His lips are more demanding, while his eyes are kinder, more receptive to what I want. It's like we are dancing, moving in rhythm while making out with each other. Killian is above me, pinning me to the bed with his sheer weight. His biceps, each one far thicker than any of my body parts, are on full display, bulging as he moves to nibble at my neck. "Your scent is so delicious, sweet like nectar." I tip my head back, inhaling in surprise when he presses his warm tongue against my skyrocketing pulse, kissing a rugged trail down to my naked, full breasts. He adds more pressure once he is there, licking my nipple until I'm squirming underneath his tongue. I'm desperately trying to put one leg over the other to fight the pulsating going on between my legs. I'm so turned on. A moan slips out through my lips, and I heat to a mil
DariaKillian's apartment is downright luxurious, with a new white couch that makes me worry I'm dirtying it by simply sitting in its corner. A chandelier hangs from the ceiling above us, and his loud TV takes up the entire wall. The big man has spoiled me too—his antique coffee table is filled with bowls: popcorn, dip, and chips are all there, tempting me.Yet I'm perfectly happy with the hot chocolate in my hands. I'm blowing on it while trying to focus on the documentary about sharks we are watching rather than pay notice to my fluttering nerves.Killian is munching on popcorn. He fills his entire paw with buttery treats, and my cheeks redden at the crunching sound that I'm paying way too much attention to—I'm super conscious around him, probably because I like him so much.Will he notice if I steal a glance?I cautiously glance to my left, then quickly sip on my chocolate with my heart turning savage. One look at that gorgeous face,