"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
Fuck it's happening. I can't believe I'm fucking kissing Naomi Alderson. I can't believe she'd give me a chance to lean in and taste her. She's fucking with my head, she's doing so many strange things to me and I don't think I can get enough of her. I just don't want this woman in my bed, I want her to be mine and mine only. I don't want to share her, I want to keep her and mark her beautiful body with my bites. My right hand holds her head still as our lips move in sync. She's putty in my arms as she moans into my mouth. Who knew she wanted to taste me this badly as much as I wanted to taste her. I suck her bottom lip, biting the flesh and groaning into her mouth. Naomi's hands are all over me, running through my torso as she tries to feel my skin through the dress shirt I'm wearing. She pulls my dress shirt out of my pants and her hands start to undo my buttons just so she can feel my skin. I let go of her neck and bring my hand to her waist. " Fuck, why are you wearing this?"
" So you don't want to tell me?" Bianca speaks up while I try to clean the kitchen after cooking. When Killian left after Bianca caught us kissing, She'd been asking me what was going on between Killian and I. I seriously don't know what's happening between us. I disliked the guy months ago when I first met him, not because he really did anything to me, but because he was a selfish, egotistical, and privileged asshole. If I can recall, counting from the very first day we had a conversation, Killian has been nice to me. Well, he flirts a lot, and he can be perverted sometimes, but he's nice. I guess he can be an asshole and a jerk face when he wants to. " Naomi, can you say something?" I pause what I'm doing. " What do you want me to say?"" I don't know. I walked into our apartment and saw you tongue tied with this hot guy you swore not to be involved with…"" I didn't swear."" It doesn't matter." Bianca waves me off. " You guys were tongue tied, with his tongue down your thro
EpilogueNaomi's POVIt's been two years since I lost my best friend. My best friend who turned out to be Gianna Haines, Killian Black's ex-girlfriend and baby mother. This last year, every night that I go to bed, I dream of that night. I dream of Bianca falling off that window and I can't get the look in her eyes out of my head. That look of fear as she tumbled off that window. I lived with guilt for months. Telling myself that maybe I should have done better. Maybe I should have talked to her about what's really bothering her before all of that happened. I visited her grave twice every week this past year. I just sit there and stare at her headstone. Sometimes I weep, I cry and constantly wish things were different. I wished things didn't have to be like this. I wished she didn't have to die. She might want me dead and she might have hated me for so long, she was still my best friend. Bianca was always there for me when I needed her the most. And whenever I'm in a shitty place, as
Killian's POVI am driving like a maniac, not caring if I break any traffic rule. I just needed to get to her. To Naomi. I needed to be sure she wasn't harmed and she's safe. My head is in a daze. I can't think. I'm afraid I'm gonna lose her because of what I did. I got this text when I was in the office. It was from Naomi's cell but it wasn't Naomi who sent me a message. It was someone else, Lily Sanders or Bianca, Naomi's supposed friend and she was threatening to put a bullet in Naomi's head if I didn't get my ass there as soon as possible. Why would Bianca want to hurt Naomi? That was the first question I asked myself as I rushed out of my office and straight for my car. Since Alvin was still in suspension and I hadn't bothered to call in any of my other drivers, I've been driving myself.I reach for my phone on my passenger's seat, one hand steering the wheel while speeding down the road like I'm in a race or something. I stare at the message for the third time since I got it.
Naomi's POVI can't feel my body.I feel numb. My mind is foggy and my head hurts. I try to reach for my head but I can't. Something is restricting my hand movement. Slowly, I open my eyes, blinking my lashes as I take in my environment. I don't know where I am. I have never been to this place before because I don't recognize this place. I look down at myself and I'm still dressed in my work clothes, but they're dirty and stained with blood. My hands are shackled to the chair I'm sitting on and there's no means of escape. I try to jostle my hands out of their bondage but it's tight as hell. " You can't break out of that, sweetheart." A voice says. I turn my head to the source of the voice and I'm surprised to see Bianca. She's dressed in all black attire. Black pants, black boots, black top. Bianca takes slow strides to my bonded form as she bends a little so we're eye to eye. " Well, you don't look bad being strapped to a chair."" Bianca, what are you doing?"" Why don't you tel
Bianca doesn't work at Colton Corp. The more I think about it, the more it's hard for me to take that in. We've been friends for years, close friends, to be exact. Why would she lie about working? Why would she do something like that? Is this something more or is this just a coincidence? I don't know what to believe anymore. The house is quiet and since Bianca left for "work" this morning, she still hasn't returned. I look around the house, asking myself if I really wanted to do this. Going through her stuff or her room isn't nice. Nobody likes their privacy to be violated. I hate it when people go through my stuff without my permission, I'm not about to do that to her because I'm having suspicions. I have a feeling she's hiding something from me. But what? What would that be? The door opens as Bianca walks in, wearing her work clothes and holding a handbag."Hey, sugar." Bianca calls for me. I give her a small smile as a response. Bianca drops her bag on the floor and sits close
Naomi's POV" I can't believe him. How could he do this to me?" I muttered to myself the minute I got home. I'm dressed in lazy clothing. Pajamas bottom and Killian's t-shirt that I stole as I sit on my favorite couch opposite the TV, weeping into my palms. I can't get it out of my head. He had an ex who was dead. She took her own life because she lost the second best thing in the world. I can't really understand what she must have gone through, but I knew she felt alone, sad, and betrayed. The man whom she thought loved her, never actually loved her. I can't imagine getting pregnant, even if it's by accident, and then forced to get rid of it. That child might have meant a lot to her even if the father walked out on them. I don't blame Killian, maybe he wasn't ready to be a father and he was thrown off guard the minute Gianna gave him the news. He wasn't ready. The least he could do was support her and be there for her. And the most painful part about this story is the fact that Gian
Killian's POV24 years old me was the worst. I can still remember every detail like it happened last night. Every fucking detail. Of how I broke her heart, how I destroyed her. I am a monster. How on Earth did I live with what I did? This past years I was living my life like nothing happened six years ago. How I could I just assume Anna was gone from my life for good? She did nothing to me. She cared and loved me. She cherished me, but all I did was break her heart, left and abandoned her. And I couldn't stop thinking about what Liam told me. How was I supposed to know Anna was gonna keep the child. That was impossible. I made sure my driver took her to the hospital and get rid of it. When he got back, he told me that Anna had gotten rid of it. He lied?Why would Alvin lie about something like that? Alvin—fuck!" Hey, Goldie." I call the attention of my voice assistant. " Yes, Mr. Black."" Call Alvin."" Sure thing, Mr. Black. Calling Alvin." The line rings, vibrating through my
Killian's POVSix Years AgoFashion shows are boring. I've always hated them and I think they're heavily overrated. With my phone in my hand, I go through work emails as I reply to them. The only reason I'm sitting here pretending to enjoy myself is because the host, Terrance Clay, is a client I'm trying to persuade and do business with. He has money and his money is needed in my company. KB TECH just launched a new program and potential clients like Terrance Clay are what I needed to drive my company to the next level. And that is the only reason I'm sitting through this nightmare. When the show comes to an end, Terrance enters the stage to give a speech. I don't listen, I just zoned out on everything. When the show finally comes to an end with everyone preparing to leave, I stand up as quickly as I can as I scurry backstage to have a word with Terrance. I pace the room, already hating the rich fuck for delaying my precious time. I should be in the office sorting through business co
Killian's POV" Killian, you need to calm down. Liam will be here soon to tell us what's really going on." Raymond says on Monday morning as I pace the floor of my office. Since I got back from Miami, I haven't heard a thing from Lily Sanders. Not even a letter or a message. Nothing. Something tells me she's plotting something dangerous and if I don't do something about it before she strikes again, I don't know what I'm gonna do if something happens to Naomi. Due to her nearly drowning a few weeks ago, I asked her to take a break from work and she shouldn't worry about HR breathing down her neck. She's always stubborn, so she refused. This morning when I saw her, she told me we needed to talk and it was important. She sounded paranoid and I knew sooner or later I had to tell her about Lily Sanders and her pregnancy rumor. I'm fucked, I know. " Nothing is going to happen to Naomi." Raymond says as if he just read my mind. " Are you fucking serious?" I sigh as I stop pacing around t
Naomi's POV" How are you feeling since you got back?" Antonio asks on Sunday evening as I lay my head on his lap while he runs his fingers through my hair. Killian and I arrived in New York yesterday. I asked him to drive me to my mother's because I didn't feel safe in my own apartment and because Killian hasn't said anything to me about what's really going on. I'm not supposed to be mad at him and maybe I should trust him to tell me when the time is right. But when will the time be right? Is it when I'm dead? Bianca is coming over to my mother's to check on me. I told her I was around this morning so she's coming over. If I'd told her I arrived in New York yesterday, Bianca would have booked an Uber and drove straight to my mother's just to make sure I was safe. She's crazy. Sometimes I wished she was my older sister because she's one of the best things that's ever happened to me. I can literally rely on her. She's more than my best friend. She's more like a sister to me. Bianc