—Lena— I get back to the house and Killian stops me as I'm about to head to my room. "Where have you been? I was worried sick." He tells me and I can see the fear in his eyes. "I had to go to the office to leave instructions for Emma, Kate was supposed to tell you." I tell him, trying to ease his fear. "She didn't, by the time I woke up, her, Lachlan and Will had left to go to their house to pack." I place my hand on his chest. "I'm sorry for worrying you, I should have told you where I was going. But I'm not the girl I was four years ago Killian, I can take care of myself." He takes in a deep breath and breathes out. "I know you can take care of yourself Lena, and I don't doubt that. But that doesn't mean that I'll stop worrying about you. You should probably pack we leave in an hour." He says and then walks away leaving me standing alone in the hallway. I know he's doing exactly what I said we should do and trying to be friends with
—Killian— The warm breeze filters through the car as we open the windows, enjoying the drive down the Long Island Expressway. Lena's display of toys leaves me absolutely fucking speechless. When she said she has a car, I expected a little bright colored girly piece of plastic with fluffy dice hanging from the rear-view mirror. But no, parked in front of me is a Maserati, the exact model I was trying to get my hands on a year ago but was told it was no longer available. Not that I needed another car for my garage, but I wanted this one. And to add to that, I’m still trying to register what she said. “This weekend, you and me. Nothing’s off-limits.” Bringing her lips to mine, I kiss her as softly as I can, holding back my desperation of wanting more. I don’t want Lena to think sex is the only thing on my mind. Your dick will argue that point in a heartbeat. For a Saturday night, the traffic is flowing with not too many cars on t
—Killian— As soon as I head downstairs, Eric runs up the stairs to call Lachlan and Lena. I try to stop him but he barrels past me. A few minutes later all three of them are heading down the stairs. I look at Lena and she smiles down at me, I guess that whatever Lachlan had to tell her was good or he didn't get a chance because of Eric. I walk up to her and put my arms around her shoulders and embrace her. "Are you ok?" "Yea, I am." She tells me embracing me back. “Strip poker time!” He failed to mention earlier it would be strip poker. “Eric, come on, you always end up losing. So, what’s the point?” Lena whines, still stuck in my embrace. Thankfully, it gives me a moment to try to calm my situation down below. We make our way to the dining area, settling around the table.“Eric thinks he’s the poker king after a few sessions with some poker hot-shots in Harlem,” Kate moans, grabbing the bottle of tequila and four shot glasses
—Killian— I blink my eyes. It hurts. But why? I try again. Fuck, it’s the sun causing the pain. There’s a ringing in my ear. I can’t figure it out and every muscle hurts when I try. “Uncle Killian… Uncle Killian?” The voice is getting closer. The ringing is a voice, and my name is being called. “Uncle Killian” I open my eyes, barely able to make out that it’s Will. “Will?” My voice is hoarse, and when I swallow, my throat burns. Tequila, vodka, strip poker—it’s all coming back to me now like a slap between the eyes. "Yes, it's me. Momma said to tell you that you need to get up and that daddy's making breakfast. She also said "to get your wife, whose your wife Uncle Killian?" He asks, looking at me with a confused expression on his face. Oh fuck, Kate must have done this on purpose, how do I explain to a four year old my situation with Lena. So I decided to sidestep the subject for now. "Bud
—Killian— It's late afternoon and everyone has turned in including Kate and Lachlan, so Lena and I are left to babysit Will, not that I'm complaining, he's a great kid. But I'll like some time alone with Lena for us to actually talk. She went inside a few minutes ago to take a call. While Will is busy building his sand castle, I decide to check my voicemail. There's one from Nikki asking where I am that she has to send something to me urgently. I texted her the address to a safety deposit box an hour away from the cabin, that's where we all decided to tell our work if there was any emergency. Lena finally comes out and sits down on the chaise beside me. "Everything ok?" I asked her. "Yea, that was Emma, she had some questions about a case and was wondering if she could meet up with me to discuss it." She tells me. "And? Did you tell her where we were?" I asked her. She gets a smirk on her face. "Don't get your panties in a twist K
—Lena— This hideaway leaves me questioning everything I believe in, everything I said I wouldn’t fall for again. I know I said nothing’s off-limits, but I meant sexually. This other attachment which sort of fell into place I didn’t expect that—the hand holding, the tender kissing, stroking of the hair-type gestures, and the constant questions about marriage.It terrifies me. I was drunk when he put that ring on my finger, and I was happy to play along with the game, but somewhere in the past few hours it’s gone from fantasy to reality. He asks me if the problem is that I don’t trust him. Do I? Of course, he can have anyone he wants, and anyone who has a pussy wants him. My insecurities are getting the better of me and I don’t like it one bit. I know now what really happened five years ago but it still doesn't change the fact that he rejected me. My emotions are getting the better of me, and this isn’t the place to break down
—Killian— The ride back to the cabin is fast, I'm pretty sure I broke more than one speeding laws. But I'm so mad, I know I messed up years ago, but I've been doing my best to prove to Lena how sorry I am and that I've changed. But she only wants me physically, I guess I might finally have to accept defeat and let her go, but not to Jeremy over my dead body will he have her. We finally make it to the cabin and I pack my car. "Killian…" Lena tries to talk to me. "Don't Lena please, I'm tired, I'm tired of this back and forth, I know I hurt you and I'll never be able to forgive myself for what I did to you. But I'm doing my damn best to prove to you how sorry I am and that I've changed. But I've heard everything you've said and I'll respect your decision. I'll give you space, and we can just be friends." I don't even wait for her to reply to me, I open my door and get out of the car and walk into the house. I get inside and I don't see anybo
—Killian— "Elijah, please tell me it's a lie." Adriana whispers. Lena runs into the house, I'm sure she realized that Adriana had gone in but it's too late the deed has been done. Adriana walks past me to where Elijah is kneeling down. "Elijah you get up and look me in the eye and tell me that what I just heard isn't true." She asks him with tears rolling down her face. Elijah doesn't get up, he just looks at her with a look of remorse. "Say something, anything, you coward! How could you do this? How could you hurt me like this?" I walk up to Adriana and try to guide her away from Elijah. "Adriana, I don't think you should be here. Let me and Lachlan question him, go with Lena please." I beg her, I can't hear to see her hurt again. "No, Killian I'm not going anywhere, I want to hear everything he has to say." She tells me with a look of conviction in her eyes. I know there's no way I'll convince her to leave. "Ok, but you ha