36. Naomi

Naomi's POV

I 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