A burning curiosity

Mayeli's thoughts were running wild. Why had he been calling her name in his sleep? Did he like her too, or perhaps did he remember her?

After lunch yesterday with his friends, she had come to terms with the fact that she still loved Killian. She could never let go of him. But now here he was confusing her again. First, he was making out with another woman, in broad daylight in his office, and now he was calling her name in his sleep? Killian was one complex man, she had to admit.

Who was she to judge him though? She was dating Nixen, and she had been doing things with him. Not in the sex department, but they had kissed and made out several times, to be honest almost every time. Still! She was so fucken jealous right now.

The first time Nixen had kissed her, she had waited for the fire. That fire that burned through her veins when Killian touched her. He didn't even need to kiss her to light her up. With Nixen it was just sweet and ordinary, but with Killian…

“It wasn't you”. Killian answered her question, his blue eyes still fixed on her.

“Well, that's good then. I'm Laura, his girlfriend since he didn't bother to offer an introduction”, Laura's high-pitched voice said.

Mayeli felt her eyes almost pop out of their sockets.

“He’s what?” She whispered.

Killian threw her a quizzical look like he was surprised at her reaction.

“You heard me”, Laura confirmed, wrapping her arm around Killian's.

“She's my mistress”, Killian mumbled, pulling her away. Leave now Laura or I'd call security”.

Laura shot him a dark look, but she obeyed. Not before placing a kiss on his cheeks though.

When she was gone they stood awkwardly, not saying anything to each other.

“Why are you here?” Killian asked in a cold voice, going to sit behind his desk. He was distant and business-like again.

“I…I umm came for the documents Nixen told you about”.

“Oh, I'd tell my secretary to give them to you. You didn't have to come”. His tone was dismissive.

Did he really hate her so much that he didn't even want to be in his office?

“Ok”. She stood still, not moving. She willed her feet to, but they had developed a mind of their own.

“Do you want something else?” He looked at her like he was studying a specimen. She didn't mind being studied by him though.

“No! Why do you have a mistress?” She regretted the words as soon as they came out. It wasn't in her place to ask that.

He looked up from the document he had been studying, his gorgeous face showing no signs of emotion.

“Mistresses. Does that bother you?” 

Did he just say mistresses? Way to go Killian. He should probably get a gold medal for breaking her heart.

“No”, she lied weakly.

“You wouldn't have asked if it didn't bother you”.

“It's not in my place to care about that”.

“Why did you ask then?” His face was in a placid mask, but she could see a glimpse of care in his ocean-blue eyes. Gosh, they were so sexy.

“I don't know”, she mumbled, defeated. Her heart was breaking right now, and she felt tears threatening to spill. What was wrong with her? She was never the emotional type. Killian was bringing back a side of her that she had long buried.

Her effort was in vain as a teardrop slipped down her cheeks. She quickly wiped it off heading for the door. She didn't want him to think low of her.

Her hands had grabbed the handle, when she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist. She took a deep breath inhaling his sweet scent. Her heart was palpitating wildly right now, and as much as she hated to admit, she had missed his touch.

“Why are you crying my love?” Killian asked against her neck, sending shivers running through her spine.

***

Killian's heart crumbled to see tears running down her beautiful heart-shaped face. He had made her cry again, and it bothered him. Without thinking, he walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, not caring about the consequences. He had missed her terribly.

He felt her body stiffen, and in the next seconds, her heartbeat increased. He fucken loved the way she reacted to his touch.

But then, she had said she didn't want him. He had never wanted a woman since he could remember, in general, he had never wanted anybody. Business at a very early age had thought him to be closed on and stoic. The day he had met Mayeli two years ago, was the first time in years since he had ever felt an emotion.

To be honest he still felt that way around her. His heartbeat was racing just in the same rhythm as hers right now. But she had rejected him and chosen someone, what was he meant to do?

He turned her to face him, his arms still around her slender waist. Even with her heels, he was still towering over her small frame. 

He slowly rubbed her dimpled cheeks with his thumb, wiping away her tears. Even when she was crying, she still managed to look smoking hot.

“Why don't you know?” He asked, hopeful. Maybe she felt the same way he did for her.

“I just…I just…”.

“You rejected me Mayeli. You choose Nixen. So what do you want?” His voice was broken.

She looked up, her green eyes boring into his.

“I never rejected you”.

“So does that mean you want me too?” His voice was hopeful as he watched her.

“You want me?” She choked.

“Yes”. His words had shocked him. He hadn't expected to say them, but he couldn't bare keep them tucked in either.

She looked down, different expressions playing on her face. He could tell she was fighting an emotional battle with herself.

“I'm…I'm happy with Nixen”. Her words shattered his heart. He hadn't even realised he still had one.

“Then you shouldn't be bothered when I take mistresses or I act cold and indifferent. If you aren't something to me, then you're nothing to me”.

He pulled away, going back to his seat. Anger surged through him. Here she was, denying her feelings for him, again. 

He had tried so far, this was definitely the end for them.

“I should go”, she mumbled, adjusting her suit.

“You should”.

She pulled the door open but stopped, and turned to look at him.

“Nixen is throwing a party this weekend for friends and coworkers. I was wondering since he was your brother, if you would like to come?”

“No”.

The door clicked shut, and he listened to the clack of her heels as she walked out of his life.