KillianAs we ride back to my house, Naomi straddles me in the backseat of my car as we kiss. My hands are on her body, touching her in places only I am allowed to touch. She moans into my mouth and I grab her butt. Fuck, I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe the woman I've always wanted is now mine. Mine, and mine only. Tonight might not have turned out the way I wanted it to, but it was the best night of my life. I get to have the woman I'm slowly falling in love with. God, she was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen when I saw her earlier this evening in my living room wearing that dress. Red really did look hot in her. She just makes love the color more beautiful than I can admit. She was irresistible, and I couldn't help but crave her more than I've ever craved anyone. Throughout the car ride to that art exhibition, I had to try and keep my hands to myself. God it was hard. Now having her straddling me, with my hand inside her dress, touching her and groping h
Naomi's POV" Okay, you seriously don't want to tell me where you spent the night, huh?" Bianca teases me as we make breakfast together. I smile, biting the corner of my lip as I whisk the eggs. Bianca sighs, getting seriously tired of asking me about last night and I'm not giving her an answer. " Whatever, don't tell me." I smile as I stop whisking to stare at her. " You're really sweet and irresistible when you act like that." I tell her. Bianca looks at me from underneath her lashes as she smirks. " You've been keeping secrets from me lately and I don't like that. I thought we were best friends." She whines. " We are."" I doubt that. If we're, I don't know what's the big deal of not telling me where you spent the night." She's guilt-tripping me and it's working. " I'm not hiding anything, seriously. I spent the night at Killian's." Her smile turns into a grin. " What? No shit." She's giggling now. I roll my eyes and set the pan on the stove to start frying." You're no
NaomiHis hands on my body set my soul on fire. We kiss, with his hands touching me everywhere. I can barely relax because of his office translucent wall. I know they can't see us, but I can see them. It makes everything really hard. " You can scream if you want. It's soundproof." Killian tells me, as he starts to unbutton my dress shirt. I watch him remove button after button. He's trying to be gentle with me. I see him as a man who's pretty rough. As he takes out the last button, pushing my shirt down my shoulders, I help him take it off. His gaze goes to my breasts and the white lace bra I'm wearing and he's staring. Killian brings his hand to my hair as he pushes the strand behind my ear and he whispers against my neck. " You're beautiful, Luna." His warm breath against my skin makes my breath hitch. When his hand touches my skin, I melt against his touch. Killian kisses my neck, planting sweet butterfly kisses on the surface of my skin. My breathing changes at every light fe
KillianI've lived recklessly all my life. Fucked around, play around, break hearts, and I don't really give a shit who gets hurt at the end of the ride. I've never taken anything serious, well, except my company, and family. But the day I set eyes on Naomi Alderson, everything changed. She showed me things I never thought existed. She made me feel things I never thought I would feel. She made me realize I could be better, and that I can give love a chance. She gave me something I never thought I would ever have, and without any cost or price. She made me realize I could be genuinely happy. One look and she turned my world upside down. She is not a star, but she's the star in my world. She's not a model, or an actress, or a business woman, but she's everything I've ever wanted. Everything I needed. Everything I need, and want, and now I have her. I feel like the luckiest man alive. I was in love with her. And the relief that came when I confessed to how I felt, it was a relief I've
Killian's POVLast night was the best night of my life. Naomi spent the night, and I couldn't keep my hands to myself throughout the night. Even if I wanted to, I just couldn't, not with her naked in my bed, all bare from her head to her toes. Thursday morning, Naomi takes a shower in my bathroom. I get undressed to join her without even asking. I shut the shower door and stand behind her naked body, watching as the water cascades down her back. I stare at her back, down to her ass. God, she is beautiful. I'm never getting tired of this. Naomi spins around, brushing her wet hair out of her eyes. She's surprised to see me. " Hey." I say, softly." I didn't hear you enter."" I was supposed to surprise you." I say, backing her against the shower wall, with my hands on either side of her head, caging her in between my arms. Naomi smirks, with her breathing already changing. " We're gonna be late." She whispers breathlessly, moaning a little when I brush my fingers down her side to
Naomi's POVIt's nearly close to lunch break, and I'm yet to be done with work. My hands work on my computer, with my mind and soul already at Killian's office. I just can't stop thinking about our sexual encounter. It feels as if I'm just losing my virginity for the second time when I lost it a long time ago. Last night was the best night of my life. Killian barely had his hands off my body throughout last night. After we made love for the second time last night, we went to bed with his hand on my breast, cupping it in his hand as if by dawn I'll be gone. It was sweet, and last night felt so romantic, it made me feel like I'm just losing my virginity over again. And then, this morning in the shower, with me pressed against the wall and him in between my legs, slamming in and out of me slow and fast at the same time, it was the best thing I have ever experienced. Maybe it's time I accept that my sexual life with my past boyfriends was shit. My past relationships might not be that gr
Naomi's POVI step inside Killian's office and shut the office doors behind me. I see Killian by the transparent floor to ceiling windows, staring at the beauty of New York below. Killian turns around to stare at me, with worry in his eyes. Is he worried about me? But why? It's not like Amber did anything. She's just being a spoiled, little brat who wants my man. Killian takes slow strides towards me and cups my face with both hands. His beautiful gray eyes stare into mine as he leans closer to me. " Are you okay?" He asks. I blink my eyes at his question, surprised he's worried Amber might have done something to me. " Yeah, I'm fine."" Did Amber say anything to you?"" I'm fine, Killian." I hold his hands in mine and bring them down my face. " Did she say anything to you?" He asks again. I sigh and give him a small smile. " She said a lot of shit. She called me a whore and she said I once worked in a club dressed like a slut and all of the customers usually groped me everyw
Killian's POVThe last person I expected to see outside my company is this guy Naomi claimed is her ex. John, Jude, whatever the hell his name is. As I walked towards the exit, I couldn't help but glare at this asshole leaning against his Maserati as he talked to my girl. Without doubts, he's a man with his parents still in control of his life. A child. I didn't care what they were talking about, but I just didn't want him here. And then he opened his mouth and started spilling shit. His body language was obvious. He wanted her back. He wanted her to be his after he kicked her out of his life for his own obvious reasons. I was jealous and I wasn't ashamed to admit it. I didn't care. I wasn't planning on leaning back while I watched other men try to take what was mine. What I cared so much about. " I uh…" He shoved his hands inside his black suit pants as he tried to look nice. " I was driving by and I decided to stop by. Bianca told me you worked here, I decided I should drop by a
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