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
" Let's talk then."Against my will, my eyes rake down this man in front of me in his Friday ware. He's dressed in a black dress shirt with the two top buttons left unattended. His suit jacket is draped around his leather swivel chair he's currently sitting on, and his hair is well gelled. He's attractive, even for a Friday morning. His eyes are a sharp gray and it studies me carefully, taking his time to analyze me like it's the first time we're meeting. Hell, he can do a lot of things to me without knowing it when he looks at me like that. And that kiss, whatever it meant, can't happen again. I officially work for this man now. In his company, and I'm part of his marketing team, working for his floor, which means he's directly my boss. He's now my boss. Whatever thing I want him to do to me can't happen. I shouldn't even consider it even if he's willing to bend the rules for our favor. " Done?" Killian speaks up, smirking slyly as he stares at me. " Done with what?"" Contempla
Killian's POVI've never been this furious in my life before. We were already close to kissing. I was about to taste her lips the second time and then the door just opened, followed by Jamie's constant sorry's and a woman I didn't think I would be seeing anytime soon. " Celine." I addressed her, hating the fact that she had to come and put a stop to whatever thing that was about to happen between me and Naomi before she showed up. " Sir, I'm sorry. I told her you were busy, but she insisted on seeing you. I'm so sorry, sir." Jamie apologizes. I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration and wave Jamie out the door. Naomi looks uncomfortable as she shifts her weight from one foot to another. " Was this bad timing?" Celine asks innocently as she smirks at Naomi." I'm just gonna leave." Naomi says, grabbing her bag and flinging it around her shoulders. I open my mouth to stop her but she's already out the door. Fuck. " That was really bad timing, wasn't it?" Celine asks and drops
" You're okay, honey?" Mom asks, passing a plate of shrimps to me." Hmm?" I look up from my phone as I take the plate of shrimps from my mom. I turn to look at Rachel and Antonio on the table who are already staring at me. Charlie's smiling as he stuffs his mouth with his vegetables. " What?" I ask, forking some shrimp into my plate. " You've been staring at your phone, like, forever. Are you okay?" Antonio asks. I sigh, exiting Killian's message as I drop my phone on the table, with the screen faced down. " I'm good." " You don't look good." Antonio says, wiping his kid's mouth off sauce stain. " I'm fine. Maybe I'm a little anxious." I say. It's not the truth but half the truth. Killian has sent me a message since Friday asking me if I've left his company and if I was okay. I haven't had it in me to reply to his texts and it's Sunday. Maybe I should just send him a response, telling him I'm okay since Friday but I just don't know why I couldn't. A part of me keeps telli
I step into my bathroom and shut the door behind me with my dry cleaning In my hand. I can't help but smile at the thought of Naomi walking into my room and seeing me in nothing but my towel. Asking her to bring my dry cleaning was the only way I could see her. Since she started work on Monday she's been avoiding me. Purposefully avoiding me and I don't know why. I've been trying to talk to her but I didn't want to come off as a pest. I badly wanted to explain to her my relationship with Celine. She probably thought Celine and I had something together. Although, she's not wrong, I don't want her to hate me because she thinks i sleep around. Well, I do sleep around, and that was before I met Naomi Alderson. I don't want her to see me as the guy who fucks anything with a vagina that breathes. Fucking hell. As I pull my pants up my thighs, I think of ways I want to make Naomi Alderson mine. How I'd love to please her and make her happy. God, I'd do anything for that woman. I'm wil
" Have you had breakfast this morning?" I ask Naomi as we climb down the staircase. She's in front of me, her ass tight as hell in that dress as she bounces down the stairs like a six years old. I can't take my eyes off her, or even her body, and I'm losing my mind the more I stare at her. Naomi turns around to look at me, catching me in the act. I fake cough and look away, pretending as if I wasn't staring at her ass a few minutes ago. Out of my peripheral vision, I see Naomi smirk as she looks forward. " What is your cook making?"" I don't know. Something fancy. You'll like it, he's good." We walk into the living room and straight to the kitchen. " Good morning, Mr. Black." Sebastian greets me. I nod in response. Sebastian has been working for me for over five months now, but I treat and act around him as if he just started working for me three days ago. " How's work these past days?" I ask Naomi. She sighs and looks at Sebastian before looking up at me. " Great."" Coff
God, what the hell was I thinking? Daring my boss to talk dirty to me in such a confined space. Oh God, I'm losing my mind. I'm horny, and I can feel the wet in my panties as I walk ahead of Killian. I can feel him behind me, probably watching me and I dare not turn around.What the hell was I even thinking? Coming up with such an idea and daring him to talk dirty to me. How can I not think the end result will be this? Right now, I crave for his hands on me, touching me, feeling me up and whispering dirty things to me. When he whispered those promises to me, I couldn't help but think about it, think about him doing these things to me. And I wished he could just go ahead with his promises and make me feel good. Even thinking about it right now makes me feel filthy. What's going on with me? What has he turned me into? The elevator arrives and I enter, before the doors can close, Killian steps inside too and the doors close. " Good morning Mr. Black." All the occupants in the elev
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