Killian's POVIt's Sunday, and me and the guys came back from Australia this morning. I haven't had time to see Naomi. The minute I returned to the country, I made sure to call Liam, the private detective I hired to find information about this strange woman so that we could check her address. I needed to see her even though I wasn't sure how I was going to react. I just needed to see who was threatening to harm Naomi.As we stand on the quiet street of a downtown neighborhood, I ask myself if this is real? She can't be that dumb to write down her real address when mailing those letters. No one's that dumb. The neighborhood is far from the neighborhood I live in. This neighborhood is poorly managed, with cheap houses and even the street lights obviously don't work. Raymond's with me. He decided to tag along and I let him." Her name is Lily Sanders. I mean according to the name she's been using when sending you those letters. Do you know any Lily Sanders."" I don't." I answer absentmi
Naomi's POV" Which one of these dresses says, I'm decent, just a little flirt, and I would really like to get on with my man tonight?" I ask Bianca as I raise two dresses up. These dresses are from top brands and labels that I've only seen on TV and celebrities and I never thought I would wear any of these. Killian had gotten me a personal shopper and she bought me all of these dresses, shoes, bags, and even jewelries. I complained about him spending too much money on me, but Killian held my face and whispered I deserved every inch of it. Each time I open my closet, I still can't believe I own any of these clothes. The shoes and bags were mostly from Chanel and one other brand in Paris. Now when I walk through the elevators of KB TECH in new designer clothes every other day, I notice the women now stare at me with respect, like I actually belong and not just some gold digging whore. " Hmm…" Bianca examines both dresses. " I'll go with the lemon. It's slutty and decent enough. You'
Naomi's POV" Oh, my God, mom." I mutter under my breath the minute I step into the hospital ward with three other patients lying on their separate hospital beds. I spot Antonio at once, and sitting next to him is Grace. Antonio sees me and stands up at once with tired eyes and a sympathetic smile. His eyes shift from my form to the intimidating man striding behind me. " Hey." Antonio greets me as he hugs me. I stare at my mom lying still on the hospital bed behind Antonio and sigh. We pull apart and he addresses Killian with a greeting." Hey, man."" Hey."" It seems I interrupted something." Antonio gestures to our outfit. " Just dinner." Killian simply states." Is she doing okay?"" Hopefully." Antonio mutters with a sigh. " Hi, Naomi." Grace greets me. I totally forgot she was sitting right there all along. I sidestep Antonio and give her a gentle smile. " Hi, Grace."I take a seat on mom's hospital bed as I stare at her sleeping form." What happened to her?" I ask with a
Killian's POVToday is Tuesday and it's 8pm in the evening. Through my bedroom floor-to-ceiling glass window, I stare at Naomi swimming in the pool at the back of the house. She's bare from her waist up, but wearing a white thong up her ass as she swims from the edge of the big swimming pool to the other edge. I stare at her before turning away and looking at the brown envelope in my hand. It's Lily Sanders' letter that she sent this past weekend that I refused to open. I tear out the letter, tossing the brown envelope to the side as I stare at the content on the white paper. She doesn't write her letters in the modern way. Like using pens. But instead, Lily Sanders uses a typewriter, writing out every word perfectly. I guess she's trying to get rid of her prints. She's smart, I'll give her that. 'Dear Mr. BlackHow are you doing? Good, I suppose. You're probably wondering why I'm writing to you after just sending you a letter recently. Well, I must confess you're a very hard-work
Naomi's POVWednesday morning, mom's discharged from the hospital. Eve's wedding is this Saturday and Killian has prepared his personal shopper, a woman, to accompany me to go shop for a dress for Eve's big day. As I sit on my desk and work that morning, that strange message is the only thing I think about. It's been two days since I got that message and I don't know what to think of it. At first, I thought it was just a sick joke. Some sick person is trying to threaten me by sending me bullshit messages and photos of Killian and I. But as I went to bed last night, I started to wonder if this strange person was joking or not. If they really want to destroy me or if it's just a joke. I haven't told anyone, not even Bianca, or Killian. I couldn't tell Killian. I don't want him panicking for no damn reason. If there's a sick bitch out there threatening me or trying to sabotage or blackmail me because of my relationship with Killian, then, I want to be able to deal with this situation m
Naomi's POV" Ooh, here comes Mr. Asshole." Bianca mutters, lifting up her glass of water to mask her smirk. I roll my eyes at her words, but smile. I turn to look at George who's close to our table. He doesn't look bad or even different. He's wearing his work clothes, so I guess he's just out to get something to eat. George stops by our table.He's uncomfortable as he stares at me with a small smile. " Hi, Naomi." He greets. Hands in his pockets to keep his nervousness in check. " Hey. George." George looks at Bianca. With a curt nod, he says. " Bianca."" George."" You don't look bad." George tells Bianca." Oh, I know. I hear that a lot." Bianca flashes George one of her goofy smiles. " Can you please excuse us? I would like to talk to Naomi in private." George says, shifting his gaze to me for confirmation, before looking back at Bianca." You sure?" Bianca asks me. " Yeah." I say.Bianca looks at George as she stands up. She grabs her purse and turns to look at me again.
Killian's POVOne hour earlierThe guys decide to gather at Keith's place just to hangout before everyone leaves for Miami tomorrow. Eve's not around, she's hanging out with my mom doing what women do. A hip-hop song plays in a low volume in Keith's apartment as the guys chug beers, talk, and laugh amongst themselves. I stand at a corner with my left hand in my pocket and my right hand holding a glass of water. At least one of us needs to be sober enough to deal with these men. They can be children when they're drunk. " Hey." I turn around to see Keith.He doesn't look like he's been drinking since we all got here. He looks stressed and worked out. I give Keith a curt nod as he stands next to me. " You good?" I ask Keith.He sighs as he sways on his feet." I don't know, man. Maybe I'm a little nervous. I mean, in less than 48hrs I'll be married." He chuckles nervously." Are you drunk?"Keith turns to look at me before looking away." I only had two drinks. You and I know it's not
Naomi's POV" Hey, calm down, alright? Are you ready to talk about it now?"" God, I can't believe him. How can he treat me like that?"After I left Killian's office, with both my ears bringing out smoke and Killian not even chasing after me or calling me back, I made Alvin drop me off at home. Bianca's already at home making dinner for the both of us. She tried to talk to me and she even asked me what was wrong, I didn't answer her. I just stormed to my room, changed out of my clothes and took a cold shower.Killian had already given me ten missed calls. I turned my phone off in anger and just went to bed. Bianca came to knock on my door, forcing me to come out and talk to her. I did listen to her. She made me hot chocolate as we sat on our favorite couch in silence with Regular Show playing on TV. " Calm down, Dorothy. What happened? You said you were going to drop some files at the office but you came home all pissed."" Killian. He…" I sigh. " Take it easy. One word at a time."
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