What do you think of Cillian so far?
11 - Not Black Enough Emma Before The day my mom died was one of the happiest days of eighteen years of my life. Oops, nineteen. It was my birthday, after all. It started with me waking up to Caleb’s phone call, demanding me to open the curtain of my bedroom window and looking over the vast backyard towards his parked Jeep. My boyfriend was waving at me with white balloons and shouting, ‘Happy Birthday, Emma fucking Moore!’ Despite how it could have angered mother (when one of her maids updated about my life) I was grinning. I was happy. “Miss Moore, are you listening to me?” the sweet voice of Mrs Karen cranked through the phone, making me snap out of my head and shiver. I looked around at the dinner table, Mia and Summer laughing at Caleb’s dad’s joke. My head felt heavy and tongue felt like lead. “Can you hear me, Miss Moore?” “Yes.” I stood up, briskly walking out of the restaurant and breathing in a lung full of crisp night air. It was such a good weather. “I can hear you
12 - A PresentEmmaBefore“What the fuck?” I didn’t know if I uttered those words, or if Caleb or Aaron did. I blinked. Confused, hurt, sad, and raw. I felt like I was split open from my heart. Well, at least Caleb had succeeded in giving me what I needed. He had officially distracted me from my mother’s funeral. I turned, ready to leave—“Em, wait!” I glared at him, not caring that he was doing his zip up. “If either of you ruined my Egyptian cotton sheets, I’ll sue you. Clean up your own mess and get out.” I left the room and locked myself in the nearest washroom. My knuckles turned white at how hard I was clutching the sink. I ignored the pleading voice of Caleb, squeezing my eyes shut and lowering on the floor, covering my face. This wasn’t how my mom’s funeral was supposed to go. This wasn’t perfect. I should’ve been able to give a speech about how sweet, nice and caring she was, lying with my tears and fake smile. Nod prettily and accept the handkerchief from creepy ol
13 - She Needs Your Help Cillian “So, whose party was it?” I asked, changing the gear and taking a turn while Caleb kept looking out of the window. I could smell the weed and beer on him. His eyes were bloodshot, hair ruffled, and he was still wearing the suit he had worn that morning. “Don’t know.” He shrugged, not sparing me a glance. “I just went there to get high.” My jaw clenched. “And where’s your car?” “At E—” He stopped whatever he was saying and straightened up. “It’s safe. I’ll pick it up tomorrow.” God, how fucking hard is it to have a conversation with my own son? “Where were you?” he asked, flickering his eyes at me for a moment. “You shaved and dressed up. Date?” “No,” I scoffed, tugging at the collar of my shirt. “I was at a club. I’m too old to date someone.” Definitely too old for someone like Emma. I thought bitterly. He stayed quiet for a moment, staring at his lap before whispering, “Mom would’ve liked you to be happy.” My hand loosened on the steering
Part Two “Why did my ex’s dad have to be so hot?” 14 - Mister Cillian Emma I didn’t expect to see the handsome man again. In my house out of all places. My eyes drifted from his thick hair to the exposed skin of his neck. I could see a hint of more tattoos. The suit he was wearing was different from before. It was much darker and fitted his large frame perfectly. He extended his hand, introducing himself. “I’m Cillian. Nice to see you again, Emma.” Cillian. My throat felt a bit sore from screaming his name all night. “Damon Grant,” my brother said, shaking his hand while I was still processing that Cillian was in front of me. “You met at the club?” “Y-yes,” I muttered, pulling the blanket closer and glancing at Cillian, looking away when his deep eyes were still on me. They made me wary and nervous. I shivered, for a completely different reason, and continued, “He saved me. Twice.” Meeting his eyes, I whispered, “Thank you, Cillian.” He nodded at me and looked at Damon. “W
15 - I’ll StayCillian“Why do you have a blanket?” I asked Emma, following her to the guest room and eyeing the way her manicured black nails were clutching the damn thing so tightly. I had known her for a few hours and in that time, I knew she wasn’t the type to get scared easily. My hand tightened into a fist, seeing her let out a small sigh of relief when we walked out of her room.She looked over her shoulder, a wavy lock of blonde hair brushing her cheekbone. “I might be traumatized. This is just a precaution.” My lips twitched. “Of course.” Her brother was reluctant to leave me alone with his sister, which I understood. If I was in his shoes, I wouldn’t let any man close to her. My jaw clenched remembering the white release on her pink underwear. Someone was either playing a sick joke or it was something much more serious. Unfortunately, my guess was the latter.The text, the writing on her mirror, the spilling on her underwear, giving her a present, and all that time, dire
16 - Meet the ExEmma“Stay. You’ll get cold. I’ll go get them,” Cillian bit out, pulling me back and not looking at me as he opened the door. “Which drawer or… closet?” My cheeks scorched with embarrassment as I crossed my arms. “Just some pajamas in the second closet and… there are undergarments in the drawers.” Color coded, I added mentally. He didn’t spare me a glance and left to fetch my clothes. I shivered from the cold and caught my reflection in the mirror.I looked red. My cheeks, ears and neck were blushing red. I jumped when there was a sharp knock on the door. “Y-yes?” Instead of answering, the door opened and I stared at the broad chest in dark shirt that belonged to Cillian. I took my clothes in a hurry when he handed them to me and the door closed on my face before I could thank him.I was a mess. I was never a mess. But I was becoming a mess just because of him. Sighing, I let go of my towel and glanced at the clothes he had picked out for me. I pursed my lips se
17 - What did I miss?CillianThere have been a few times in forty years of life that I wished I wasn’t present in a particular situation and instead lock myself in a room, bury myself in huge blankets, and never ever meet another person again. Most of the time, it was during a life-threatening situation where I had to save a comrade who had been shot, when Olivia went into labor, and when I found her dead. Apparently, standing in the guest room of my son’s ex-girlfriend, whose damp hair was wetting her tee shirt, was one of those situations. Mostly because I was the one between her soft thighs last entire night.Jesus Christ. Did I fucking sleep with…“Dad? What the fuck are you doing here?” My eyes twitched—which was never a good sign—looking at Caleb and Emma. He looked like he was ready for school in his very rumpled uniform and tousled hair.“This is work,” I said, trying to keep my voice emotionless. Because I had slept with my son’s ex. Emma. “I thought you were Emma Grant,”
18 - Banging Your Ex’s Dad?CillianStupid. I was too fucking stupid. If only I hadn’t prioritized arguing with Damon and looked at Emma just for a damn second. She wouldn’t have fainted. But of course, I just had to prove my point. “She fainted because of the sudden drop in her blood pressure. She’ll wake up in a couple of hours. If she doesn’t, you have my number.” I thanked the doctor and watched him leave with Mrs. Karen, Emma’s personal maid and one of the main house staff, from the doorframe. I gave her a polite nod and wondered how the heck I was going to explain all this to Elena. Damon had to work, so he had to leave and demanded me to keep him updated. But first, I needed to call Elena.“Let me guess,” she started, her voice husky. I checked the time and mentally winced. It must be four in the morning in Azmia. “You’re taking the case.” Flickering my eyes at Emma, I heard myself say, “Yes, I might.” Before she could cheer, I continued, “But this is more serious than th
15 - I Need a DrinkKyleMy mouth went sour seeing Anna and Caleb stare at each other for longer than six seconds. I took a deep breath and stepped in front of Anna, blocking Caleb’s view with my back to him.“Are you okay, An?” I asked, my voice soft and kept stepping side to side to block Caleb’s view. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a broader back like his, so he kept poking his head around. “Let’s get you to your room, yeah? Alice can stay with us—”“Move!” Caleb held my arm and dragged me behind his back, his eyes narrowing on me. “I just discovered I fucked Aaron’s mom.”“Damn, mama.” He looked at Anna’s face, which was drained of color. “I didn’t think you’d be his mom.”“Then what did you think?” I said, crossing my arm
14 - Sexy Little CougarAnnaMy stomach was full of nerves. I couldn’t stomach the food properly, so I excused myself and made my way out of the reception courtyard.Unknown: you gonna keep ignoring me?Unknown: stop acting so high and mightyUnknown: I’m waiting by the garden alcove come now or I’ll come meet my sonI clenched my phone and took a deep breath. I knew that this day would come. But I didn’t predict that it’d come so fast and especially on Aaron’s wedding.My hands shook, leaning against the wall. The alcove he was talking about was only a few feet from where I was. If he met Aaron, what would he say? I was a bad mom for taking him away?Shaking my head, I took another deep breath. Lifting
13 - Dance with MeCalebThankfully, I was saved from answering Chelsea when we were asked to sit down for the dinner. I didn’t want to disappoint her and say I’d be busy railing Anna all night and morning. But once again, I was unfortunate enough to sit beside Kyle, his grandma, and a kid.“Hi!” the kid said, her hazel eyes wide as she stared at my piercings. “Why do you have metals poking your skin?”God, kids scare me.“Why do you have sparkles on your eyes?” I asked in a soft voice, pointing out her glittery eyeshadow.She frowned, looked at Kyle’s grandma, who was smiling at us and then back a
Part Two“Will you be a good girl for me?”12 - Caught in 4KCalebI fixed my tie for the umpteenth time, groaning in frustration when it wouldn’t stay put. “Fuck it,” I mumbled, running a hand through my hair and eyeing my lips.The lip ring was feeling snug since my lips were swollen from all the kissing and sucking, I had done early morning. My thin eyeliner and black nails looked good. Not exactly gay marriage worthy, but I only had black nail polish.Don’t touch your cock without me.I sighed, thinking about the interaction I had with Anna. She had turned me on and left me alone in the hallway with a raging hard-on. I had to use the washroom, but my bulge was still there. I
11 - Yes Ma’amAnnaI smoothed my dress and turned around to look in the mirror. It was beautiful. Lilac pink silk that flowed down my figure with a low back. Aaron demanded to get the dress when I had tried it on during our shopping trip, and I agreed with his choice.“Wow, look at you, An!” Katie beamed, dressed in a similar colored suit. She didn’t find the dress comfortable on her skin, and I would be lying if I thought she didn’t look stunning. “A lot of eyes are going to be on you.”I blushed at my younger sister’s comment and brushed it off. Maybe I’ll fuck you in your dress. Caleb’s comment rang in my head, but I tried my best to ignore it and keep a poker face when my mom and aunts filled the room.
10 - Hot as HellCalebHe shook his head.I narrowed my eyes at him.Why the fuck not?I was about to ask him when I heard two people and footsteps coming towards the locker room.Grabbing him, I opened a shower stall and pushed him inside, locking the door behind me. Thank fuck they had shower stalls.I turned around and licked my lips. This was fucking tiny.He was well over six feet and so was I, with muscles, and the shower was built for one person. Not two tall men.“W-what are you doing?” he whispered, shifting on his feet like a nervous teenager.I take it back. I was glad the shower was tiny, and I coul
9 - Pretty BoyAnnaCaleb was perfect. More than perfect.“Moan my name louder, baby,” he crooned, squeezing my cheeks and spreading them wider to lick at the most sensitive place where he was moments ago.A small whimper elicited from my throat, and my knees buckled when his tongue delved deeper.Oh fuck. I squeezed my eyes shut. No one had ever touched me like he did. Pleasured me like he did. Hell, I didn’t even know pleasure like this existed until he showed it to me.The way he had splayed me on the lounge chair, filling me up and making me cum—“Fuck,” I moaned, my hips moving back in his strong hold as he hummed against my pussy. “W-what if someone hears us?” I asked, looking over my s
8 - Ruin ItKyleThis was so wrong.I should go away.I shouldn’t have… but his video—What the heck are you doing, Kyle?It happened moments after Anna left for her swim. I was sitting on the couch with my laptop open as I checked the spread sheets with AirPods in my ears when I noticed I had a message from an unknown number.A video message.I opened it without thinking because it was sent around one in the morning and I didn’t know anyone who would send me, out of all people, a video so late—or early in the morning.My eyes widened when I saw a shirtless ta
7 - Your PiercingCalebI loved her pussy.It was perfect. With pretty lips and cute little clit that pulsed under my tongue each time I stroked it. But I loved her taste more than anything. It was sweet and musky. I could stay on my knees and eat her out forever, and I’d be the happiest man alive.But unfortunately, my cock had other plans. It kept poking the zipper of my pants which I had thrown on in a hurry when I couldn’t sleep. I was itching to smoke and get some fresh air. That was when I saw Anna swimming in the pool. I was about to go up to her and ask if she had seen my message, but she removed her bikini.I was aroused, surprised and angry. Her body was gorgeous. Stunning. She was sexy and I didn&rsq