NAOMI'S POVThe last thing I expected is waking up in Killian Black's bedroom. The minute I opened my eyes, I was taken back by the non-familiarity of the bedroom. This wasn't my bedroom. I don't live in a luxurious bedroom with the walls painted black. This was far from unique, this was a mansion. A luxurious Mansion. The minute my feet touched the plush carpet, I had a feeling I knew whose bedroom this is. I scanned the bedroom, glancing at every expensive piece of furniture in the room. There was a big chandelier that glowed atop my head. The bedframe was pure white, including the sheets, the pillows, and the white couch. The drapes were also plain white, and there was also a huge full-length mirror at the corner of the room. This room was bigger than my whole apartment. I nearly panicked when I found out I wasn't wearing my dress from last night, but a white buttoned-down shirt. I checked myself and my lingerie was intact. It was strange to me. And the minute I stepped in
This is hard. This is fucking hard. Trying to get Naomi out of my head is hard. I've tried and it's been over a week since we last saw each other. And the farther I tried to give her space, telling myself that she needed time with me, the more I craved her, the more I couldn't stop thinking about her. No day goes by that I don't think about her. She's becoming a distraction and I don't like that. I can't get the image of her in my bed that Sunday morning out of my head. Wearing nothing but my dress shirt as she sleeps like a baby. She looks innocent when she's sleeping, unlike the feisty, strong-headed woman who doesn't listen to anyone. I can't stop. I can't stop thinking about her in my shirt trying to reach for a box of sugar, with me behind her as her butt nearly touched my crotch. God, how can she be so fucking beautiful? All my life I've only thought about two things. My company, and my family. Nothing else, but ever since I met Naomi, she's planted herself in my
"This is not a date, George." I repeat myself for the hundredth time to my supposedly ex. Bianca said this was a bad idea. Going out with George to this weird fancy restaurant was a bad idea. Throughout this week, George was always at my house asking for forgiveness even when I already told him I forgave him. He wanted us to be friends and I agreed. George wasn't all that bad. I don't even remember the time George has hurt me. The only problem in our relationship was his parents, throwing it at my face that I wasn't good enough for their son. And aside from his annoying parents, George was great. And when he suggested we become friends, I just thought "why not?" Bianca thought it was a bad idea. She thought that was George’s sick way of getting me back. No matter how sweet he can be sometimes, I’m never getting back with George. Our relationship didn’t turn out great, and hell will freeze over if I take him back. Not gonna happen. Almost three days ago, George showed up at my apa
Damn. This isn't the first or second time I've been rejected by Naomi Alderson, but every new rejection seems to pierce me right through the heart like it's the first. I might have been with a lot of women, but none of them acted this way. It's always easy with them. I don't have to go through all of these just to get a woman. But Naomi isn't letting me in anytime soon. She's a competition I'm trying to win. A challenge I'm trying to achieve, and every one of her rejection just makes me want her more. Pushing me to keep chasing her. She's so unique. She's like a pure art that can't be found in any museum. She makes me wonder what the hell I'm doing sometimes. She makes me doubt myself. She makes me doubt everything I have known about women. Naomi doesn't want money, she doesn't want fancy dinners and all that shit that you can use to get a woman. What the hell does she want? What the hell do I have to do for her to open that iron gate she used in guarding her heart? What do I ha
" God, I've been horny since, like forever." I mutter, groaning inaudibly as I run on the treadmill. Bianca and I are in the gymnasium not too far from our apartment. We come here every other day to burn off some calories and carbs. Bianca who's running on her own treadmill close to mine chuckles." Then get laid, slut."" Pfft." I scoff. " It's not that easy and you know it."" What makes you think that?"" Well you've got Lucky and you guys are sexually active with your bodies." I point out. I pause and bite my lip as I turn to look at Bianca. " That's a thing right? Sexually active" I ask with a small smile. " Are you fucking shitting me right now? How the hell are you 24?"" Fuck you, Bia." I say and laugh. She laughs too. " Look. You know you can easily get laid. We can just go out tonight to party and have fun. You're hot, everyone knows that so you can easily get a guy." I sigh, wiping my eyebrows off my sweat. " It's not easy." I mutter. " I know. You're waiting for the
Without letting Eugene say anything, Killian grabs Eugene by the collar and pulls him to his feet. The room has fallen silent and everyone just stares at the scene with slightly open mouths. Most drunk men are slowly sobering up at what's happening. Killian pulls Eugene outside and I try to stop him. I follow him outside, warning the others not to follow suit or else it might increase Killian's anger. Killian pushes Eugene outside and starts to hit him. Punch after punch as Eugene falls to the floor. " Killian stop! You're gonna kill him!" I yell. " Fuck, that'd be better." Killian says, ignoring my plea as he continues to punch Eugene in every part of his body. I rush towards the two men, and hold Killian through his suit jacket." Killian, please stop." I beg. I hate violence, never really been a fan of one. Killian listens and lets go of the man that's already sober and bleeding from his nose and mouth. Killian puffs out his breath through his nose as he blows his loose str
" God, this whole wedding shit is more than exhausting. I'm the best man and yet I don't know what to do." I mutter, sighing as I loosened my tie, whilst leaning back on my chair. Raymond smiles as he glances at the magazine I pushed towards him. The magazine is an idea of places for my brother's bachelor party two weeks from now. Raymond flips through it and I reach for my intercom to buzz my assistant, only to realize I don't have an assistant and I fired the last one, Kirsten." Shit." I curse, as I withdraw my hand from the intercom. Raymond looks up from the magazine and asks. " Are you okay? Is something wrong?" He asks, clearly concerned. I sigh, glancing around my floor and the workers through the one way mirror of my office. " Nothing." I wave it off. " Are you sure?" Raymond asks. He's a genuinely caring person. He cares too much and sometimes I don't like it. I don't think I even deserve Raymond's friendship. I treat him like shit sometimes despite the fact that h
God I hated disappointment. When Killian told me he's offering me a job, I flew to the moon and came back. God, I was the happiest person on Earth. I called my mom and even my brother to tell them that I've finally gotten a job even when I've not secured my position yet. I just felt hopeful. This was Killian Black that we're talking about. I was surprised, but grateful and I trusted him. I knew this was a rare opportunity for me and I was willing and ready to sacrifice everything for this new job. I even borrowed Bianca's pencil black skirt to match my green top and black pumps. I dressed to impress, while I tried to play the role of a new employee of KB tech. I wanted to look like I belonged because it was a real shot for me. Bianca and I even planned on binge drinking when we both got back from our jobs. She scored her new job and she now has a real job. But that redhead, snobby bitch just ruined everything. " You've never worked before?" There was a scowl on her face as she i