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 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
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.
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
" Naomi!" The sound of my name makes me jolt up from my bed at once. I clean my eyes and stare at the person next to my open door. My younger sister Rachel stands next to my door with a toothbrush in her hand as she smiles at me. " Good morning. Mama said I should tell you that you will be late for work soon." Rachel says and disappears down the hallway, leaving my door open. I groan and get out of bed. I quickly take my bath, get dressed in my previous day clothes and head to the living room. The house looks lively and smells beautiful. " Pancakes." I say as I walk towards the kitchen. Mom's making pancakes like I predicted. " Good morning, Mama." I say and kiss my mother on the cheeks. " Good morning, baby. How did you sleep?" Mom asks and scoops pancakes on a plate and pushes it to the edge of the counter for me to take. I give her a grateful nod and brew coffee for myself. " Good." I say, while adding sugar and cream to my coffee." Mmm…"" Is this about that boyfrien
The first person I see the minute I step inside the club is Keiran. He's a bartender, works the bar frequently and he's my very good friend. Keiran is hot. Short blonde hair, one sleeve tattoo on his left arm. He's pretty tall, not that tall and he's attractive. He's literally the ladies' man. Most female customers who drink by the bar every other night always flirt with Keiran and drop him a lot of tips. He's beautiful to the eye and you just can't ignore him even if you try. I walk towards the bar and sit myself in front of Keiran. I'm pretty early today. Since it's Friday, I decided to come early. Fridays are one of the busiest days in Club K aside Sundays. In less than a few hours there will be men dressed in suits all over these expensive couches with girls on their lap. There's a strip club at the top. It is the VIP area. You need a pass or a ticket to get up there. Most celebrities or wealthy bachelors and married men hang out there. It's their favorite spot in club k.
There's one thing I don't appreciate as a server in club k. And that thing is our uniform. A sleeveless white buttoned shirt tucked inside a black mid thigh flare skirt and paired with white sneakers. How could someone make waitresses who serve alcohol to men wear short flare skirts? I literally can't bend down to pick anything. Each time I'm dropping anything the customers ordered for, I cautiously bend down a little. This is literally one of the reasons I hate the job. And the other reason, these arrogant men don't even try to hide their disgusting attitudes. They flirt with you when they feel like it. And Killian Black is the other reason I feel like quitting my job. He did nothing to me, trust me. I just didn't like the son of a bitch. It's a little weird hating someone who doesn't know you exist. Who's never ever looked at you before. I just find him annoying for no reason. And thinking about taking this drink to his special VIP quarters is just challenging for me. " What
KILLIAN'S POV" Are you still thinking about what your mother told you?" Raymond, the head of the marketing department in my company, and also my friend, asks. It's Friday. A beautiful day to get wasted, get drunk, fuck, and go back home. And my club is the best place to do that. And that's exactly why I'm in my club. It's a routine for me. Coming out here to drink, smoke, take a girl home is part of my weekend routine. When you have money, a lot of money to be precise, nothing seems interesting anymore. Everything seems just the same. I feel like that lately and my mother just happens to add more salt into the open wound. Reminding me about my older brother, Keith, getting married two months from now, and ringing it in my ear to get settled down too. She believed I'm getting old and I needed to find someone as soon as possible so that I can start giving her grandchildren as soon as possible. Fuck's sake, I'm only thirty, and she's making me look like I'm forty. Plus, Keith is a