Again!

Mayeli stared at the surprised face of Killian. Had he not expected her to come?

She had purposely kept him waiting. He could keep up with that at least.

She loved the way his eyes raked her body in a very sensual way, as though he was seeing her for the first time.

She was wearing a little green, flowing evening gown, with the split coming to rest just above her thighs. On her feet were silver Zara heels and her hands held a matching silver Chanel purse. Her long carefully styled blonde hair fell in waves down to her waist. She had applied only a light make-up and put on a silver necklace with matching dangling silver earrings. In all, she looked stunning as always.

“I…I umm, I didn't think you would come”, Killian managed to say after minutes of staring.

She loved the way his not too overly simian black, LV shirt highlighted his perfect body, blending with his curly black hair that he had left to fall over his face, this evening. It was the first in years she had seen him so casually.

“Should I go back then?” She answered his question. Her eyes searched his face to see the effect of her words.

“If you want, I have no right to stop you”. His voice was cool, holding no trace of a joke.

For a moment she was tempted to run out of the room, to run back to the safety of her bed, but her feet remained rooted to the spot.

“Interesting”, she mumbled drily, sitting at the edge of the bed.

“I ordered dinner, mind joining me?” Killian asked. What was with him being so formal?

She sat down at the table with him, Familia hotel was well known for its amazing and expensive cuisine. She didn't mind a bite of two.

“Why did you invite me here?” She. Gulped down a glass of water as she waited for his reply.

“You rejected my lunch offer, and I wanted to see you again, so I had no choice”.

“So that's why I'm here?” She was beginning to get irritated by her attitude.

He rose a perfect brow, assessing her, before he spoke, his face bereft of emotions.

“I didn't expect you to come, but luckily, you didn't disappoint”.

His words stung her. What did fuck did he mean?

“I'm so glad I made your night, I have to go now”. She tried to keep her voice steady but the quivering sound coming from her mouth gave her away.

Killian played with the glass of wine in his hands, his eyes concentrated on what he was doing.

What was she doing here? Was she a fool? What did she expect when she came, that he would smile and give her a warm hug, telling her how much he missed her?

It all did not make sense. He wasn't the Killian she had known a long time ago, he had grown up into something different, hard, and unrecognizable. She should kill everything she felt for him, and move on with her life.

Tears burned her eyelids, and she tried her best to control it. She would never cry in front of a man. When he didn't say anything after a few minutes, she headed towards the door. She was not going to sit back while he toiled with her.

She had just grabbed the door handle when she felt a strong arm around her slim waist. His cologne filled her nostril, and almost knocked her out of her senses. His breathing on her neck was sending shivers down her spine. She hated her body for responding so easily to his touch.

“There's this strong attraction I feel towards you that I can't fathom. I've met you only once before, but I feel like I've known you all my life. I feel like I've loved you in a distant past. I feel this strong feeling for you that I can't control. I know you feel it for me too, from the way your heart trembles when I touch you, from the beautiful way your body reacts to my touch. Who exactly are you to me Mayeli? 

His voice sounded calm and seductive, but she knew he was dead serious.

“I don't know what you're talking about”, she managed to say.

He released her, pacing around the room. His face reflected a deep sadness that broke her heart.

“Then why are you here?”

“You called me here”.

“And you came even though you barely know me?”

Mayeli swallowed. She didn't have an answer to that question.

“Mayeli, why did you lead me here two years ago?”

“You followed me, I barely lead you”.

“Barely, so it's all about the sex to you then?”

“I guess?”

She knew most of the words she was speaking were lies, but she didn't want him to see her as some clingy whore, chasing after him. He already had enough women doing that.

“Good, because I like it, no feelings attached”, he said in a cold voice, covering the distance between them, and arresting her lips with his.

His kiss was urgent and impatient, and his hands worked just the same way. She moved her hands to tug at his shirt, she couldn't wait to feel his perfect body. When she removed his shirt, she ran her hands over his body slowly, entwining her fingers in his black curly hair, and trailing kisses on his neck.

He stopped his movement for a while, shutting his eyes, and moaning silently. When he ran out of patience, he tugged at her zip, tripping her bare.

With the same urgency, he carried her to the bed, hurriedly taking off his pants. She laid down on her back, mourning the loss of contact, and anticipating what would happen.

He took out a condom putting it on, before joining her on the bed. He trailed kisses down her neck, before arresting her lips again.

She gasped as she drove into her, thrusting fiercely. She felt the fire she had felt two years ago building inside her. She had never felt this way with any other man.

She clung to him moaning his name as he took her to the world of bliss. The sensations running through her were driving her crazy. She let out a small scream as they both came undone, crumbling into a mass of sweat.

When she woke up the next morning, from the blinding rays of the sun streaming into the room, she turned to her side to see it empty.

She felt tears building as she rushed to the bathroom. There was no sign of him. He hadn't even seen it fit to leave a note.

She sat on the bed feeling empty and used, tears following freely from her eyes. She was going to forget this man called Killian, she vowed.