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."
Naomi's POVI've never been to Miami before, but it has always been on my wishlist. I've always wanted to plan a trip with Bianca one of these days if either of us make it big one day. Bianca and I are similar in that sense. We sometimes love the quiet, the sun, and the sand, with the two of us in nothing but bikinis sunbathing every day. I sit next to Killian in his limo as he talks to a guy about the beach house for Keith and Eve's wedding. With a glass of wine in my hand, I stare at the passing trees, houses, and cars that pass by Killian's tinted windows. Miami is nothing like New York. New York is known for its companies and busy streets because New York never sleeps, but Miami is just amazing. The trees and people. I guess if you wanna get away from the wildlife of New York to sunbathe and live on beaches, then Miami should be on your to-do list. " Enjoying the view?" I hear Killian's voice next to me. I turn around, locking eyes with his silver-like eyes. Every single day, t