“Have you been here?” She asked, biting on her sexy lower lips.
Killian couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful woman before him.
“Yes, I watched you walk into the mall”, he replied truthfully.
He had been shopping with Nixen and Bryelle when she walked into the mall with her friend.
Nixen and Bryelle hadn't seen her because they were too distracted arguing about what each other's ice cream was made of.
He silently excused himself from his company and followed her at a distance. He knew he should be staying away from her, but he couldn't.
His jaws had almost dropped when he saw her in the dress she was wearing now. It showed off every perfection of her gorgeous body, and he couldn't stop staring.
When she had gone to find the mirror, he gave her friend and the attendant his best charming smile, muttering a vague reason for wanting to see her. It walked though, as always.
He had no idea why he followed her, but he didn't regret his decision.
“Why did you follow me?” She asked, toiling with a strand of her hair. He tried not to look lower than her face.
“Who wouldn't?”
“I don't understand”.
“You're always gorgeous Mayeli, but right now you look breathtaking. His eyes took in her entire body, and he felt desire run through him. He craved her badly.
“You think I am?” She whispered, looking both shocked and shy. A smile spread on her heart-shaped face, showing off her deep dimples.
“I've always thought you are”. He contemplated taking a step forward but restrained himself. He wanted more than just a step.
“Thank you”, she said, blushing. She was so damn cute.
“You did great today. Thanks for winning the case”.
“I'm glad you were impressed. I didn't notice you come in or leave”.
He tilted his head to the side. Had she been searching for him? Gosh, she was so complicated.
“Did you miss?”
She nodded slightly, surprising him. He had expected a denial as usual.
“Oh. I'm leaving first”, he mumbled, turning and walking away. How could she miss him, and yet not want him?
“Where have you been?” Bryelle asked when he reached them. The little girl was growing quickly on him.
“I went to say hi to an old friend”, he said, taking her little hands. She was very pretty, just like Mayeli.
“I didn't notice you leave”, Nixen said, peering at him.
“You busy”.
“Can I talk to you about something?” Nixen asked in a low voice for Bryelle's sake.
“Yeah, sure”. He was quite curious now.
Nixen ran his hands through his hair, taking a deep breath. He looked upset but mostly scared.
“I fought with Mayeli this morning, and I don't know how best to apologize to her. Can you help me with that, brother?”
Killian coughed, looking away before Nixen could see the horror on his face.
“Sure”.
“Thanks, brother”.
“Uncle Killian, can you go check out those shoes?”Bryelle asked.
He stared at the little girl in front of him, wondering if she might have been his child. Why would Mayeli keep that from him? She had said no when he asked, so he decided to leave it at that, though he was slightly jealous of the father. Well maybe more than slightly.
“So what should I do?” Nixen asked when they reached the shoe section.
“Can I know what you guys fought over?”
“I didn't tell her you were my brother, and seriously I don't see why that's an issue. We've been together for less than a month, we're still getting a know each other”.
“You should have told her Nixen, she deserved to know, besides there was no reason not to”. He could still remember the horror he saw in her eyes when he told her. She must have felt a bit guilty.
“So you're taking her side?” Nixen's voice sounded angry, and he caught a glint of accusation in his words.
“I'm just telling you the truth, brother”.
Nixen sighed, running his hands through his hair. “Fine, I messed up this one so what should I do?”
“Apologize to her”.
The Nixen he knew would never apologize. It was the reason why he and my father fell out.
“I suck at apologizes, can't I just go with giving her a gift or taking her on a date? Or anything else?”
“The gift could work, but an apology is necessary when it's needed”.
“I'd just go with the gift then”, Nixen mumbled.
“Suit yourself”.
“What can I get her?”
“She's your girlfriend, you should know what she likes better. You could get her something she loves, like chocolate”.
Pause. How did he know she loved chocolate? He pondered. The few times they had been together, they either argued or made love.
“Oh sure I'd do that”, Nixen said, walking over to the snacks section.
Killian let out a sigh of relief, thanking God that his brother had not asked how he knew.
“How did you know my mom loves chocolate?” A little voice asked, reminding him of her presence.
She must have been listening all this while.
“I just did a guess”. It won't be so difficult to convince a two-year-old.
“You sounded quite certain”. He stared at her in disbelief. Well, it won't be so difficult to convince a two-year-old, if only she wasn't this smart.
“Have you decided on which shoe you like”. Changing the topic was his last resort.
“Yes, that one”. She was pointing to lovely white and black Nike sneakers. Not something he would have expected a two-year-old to pick.
“I see you already know your fashion, let's get down for you”.
“Thanks, Uncle Killian. Would you stay with us for lunch?”
Killian's mouth dropped open. Who knew he would ever end up in a kid situation? He didn't know the best way to tell her no. He had a meeting in thirty minutes.
“Bryie love, Uncle has to go to work, but I promise to come around for lunch some other time”.
“Please. You'd finally get to meet my mummy, she's over there”, she pointed her little fingers towards a direction. “Mom says I shouldn't point at people, she'd get mad at me”.
Killian sighed defeated. She had been telling him about her Mom all day, but she didn't know that meeting her was not something he wanted to do.
“You'd stay right?”
“Do I have a choice”.
“No!” She squealed, doing a happy dance, and running over to her mother.
Killian played with his Rolex idly not knowing what to do.
He, the collected and cool multi-billionaire did not have a choice when it came to a little girl. What the hell!
“Mummy, meet Uncle Killian”, Bryelle said to Mayeli, pulling her to where Killian was standing, still and perfect as ever.She could see amusement in their eyes as he watched Bryelle, but as he turned to her, his gaze went cold.“I've met him, baby, he's kinda my boss at the office”.Killian gave her a quizzical look, and she almost laughed remembering the last time they had argued about him not being her boss.“Great. I invited him to lunch, and he agreed. You have to join us”, Bryelle said, giving her a serious little face.“Bryelle…I”.“You shouldn't disappoint your little girl”, Killian said, cutting her off. He looked somewhat angry. Sexy and angry!What the fuck was wrong. He had just complimented her lovingly a few minutes ago. Was this dude bipolar or something?“Fine”, she grumbled. Diora gave her a knowing look.Diora had gushed over Killian a few minutes ago. She kept describing his looks, his voice, his hair, and probably everywhere else she could see. “Did you hear his vo
The next morning, when Mayeli woke, she had a bad headache. She had barely slept last night. Her mind was on the text message she received.Was it Killian? Was he trying to black mail her about the fact that he had found out Bryelle was his? He was the only one who knew about two years ago.How could he? She thought angrily. She thought she could at least trust him, but he had disappointed her. He had stooped too low, and she wasn't going to let it slide.Today was the fourth day of the week, and she was already exhausted. She badly wanted it to come to an end, though she didn't look forward to the party this weekend. She was not a lover of social gatherings. Nixen had promised to introduce her to all his friends, and the thought of it already bored her out.She sighed. Right now, Nixen's party was not her problem. Killian was.We went to the bathroom for a shower. When she was done, she dressed up in a flay, high-waist, dark-orange skirt, and a tucked in dark-green, sleeveless V-neck
Mayeli stared at him like he had gone knots. “You came for me? After sending that message. You have the nerve to show yourself to me?” she yelled. People were turning towards that direction, but she didn't care.“I didn't send the message,” he said, raising his brow slightly. His blue eyes looked angry.“Are you going to keep denying it?”“Why are you so certain it's me?” He ran his hands through his lovely hair, letting out a frustrated sigh.“Because only you and me fucken know about two years ago”.“You said your baby was not the product of the affair, so why does it bother you so much? Besides, I'm a celebrity. People follow me around. Someone else might have seen us enter the hotel”.“Please, don't give me that bullshit explanation. And I'm bothered because it fucken hurts to be threatened by you”.“I didn't do it, Mayeli!” His voice was raised now, and she could tell he was getting angry, but she didn't care.“Stop fucking denying it!”“Fine. I did it”, he mumbled in a broken v
Mayeli felt apprehensive as she packed her Audi in front of the party venue. Gosh, just how big was this house? She wondered. Whoever owned the place must be swimming in six figures, she reckoned.The building was painted white. It had huge, finely crafted pillars in front of it and a large fountain at the centre. Everything about the house spoke affluence from the interior design to the fleet of cars packed in the garage.Mayeli checked her Rolex. She was thirty minutes late, and from the sound of voices and music emanating from the mansion, she was certain the party had started.She did this often, except when it was an important case in the courtroom. She always arrived at work or events thirty minutes late. It was her own way of taking control, making them wait.She felt a bit nervous though. Nixen was going to introduce her to his friends. It wasn't something she was scared about, but a part of her felt she would see Killian, though he had told her he wasn't going to be here today
Mayeli felt apprehensive as she packed her Audi in front of the party venue. Gosh, just how big was this house? She wondered. Whoever owned the place must be swimming in six figures, she reckoned.The building was painted white. It had huge, finely crafted pillars in front of it and a large fountain at the centre. Everything about the house spoke affluence from the interior design to the fleet of cars packed in the garage.Mayeli checked her Rolex. She was thirty minutes late, and from the sound of voices and music emanating from the mansion, she was certain the party had started.She did this often, except when it was an important case in the courtroom. She always arrived at work or events thirty minutes late. It was her own way of taking control, making them wait.She felt a bit nervous though. Nixen was going to introduce her to his friends. It wasn't something she was scared about, but a part of her felt she would see Killian, though he had told her he wasn't going to be here toda
Mayeli edged through the crowd in search of Killian.She had been asking herself several times why she was looking for him, but she couldn't find an answer. When she couldn't see him anywhere, she gave up. She stood in the shadows silently watching the party and sipping wine. She was starting to feel lightheaded from all the wine she had consumed.She felt the urge to pee and headed to find the restroom. For fuck sake, where would she find one in this large house, she wondered.She took the elevator and pressed the third floor, though she wasn't sure where that lead. Build least, she could escape from the noise of the party for a while.When the elevator door opened, she walked down the hallway stretched in front of her, looking for anything that looked like a restroom.Her feet felt wobbly, and she quickly gripped the nearest door handle for support. The door gave way, and she stumbled into a large room.The walls were painted a lovely shade of charcoal green. A large king-size bed w
Killian stared at Mayeli’s stubborn expression, not knowing what to do. She looked a bit scared by his words, but she maintained a defiant look. She had a face that reminded him of Becky G.She bit on her full, lower lips, and pouted stubbornly. “I hardly deserve a beating for using your toilet”, she pointed out.“Against my will”.“It's just a toilet”. She folded her arms and sat on his bed. “You look gorgeous in white and black though”.His eyes bulged at the socket. What did she just say?She stood up from the bed and walked to where he stood, planting her small frame in front of him. She had a coquettish smile on her face. Gosh! She was tempting him.“Maybe I can handle your anger, so bring it on”. He stared at her slightly apart, pulp, pink lips, and a sensation ran through him.He was certain it was the alcohol talking, but it didn't stop him from feeling the day he was feeling. He turned away from her and walked towards his balcony. He wasn't sure he could resist her when she w
Mayeli stared at Killian. How could he? How could he do that to Diora, while making out with her?He kept a nonchalant expression, showing no signs of guilt. “What did you do to her?”He looked at her with something close to anger and irritation. “I didn't do anything, Mayeli”.Truce looked at both of them.“Am I missing something here?” Truce asked.“I don't know, ask her?” Killian yelled.Truce turned to Mayeli. “What's wrong, Mayeli?”“Ask your friend”, she screamed, walking away.She saw Truce throw her a quizzical look, and then swiftly ask Killian what was happening. She waited for Killian to reply, but she heard nothing other than a banged door. She hissed and entered the elevator. So, he had made good his threats.She thought of reporting him to the authorities, but she had no proof yet, plus she didn't want the circumstances surrounding Mayeli's birth to go public. Of Course, surely it would if she reported the matter to the authorities. It involved two prominent figures a
Mayeli sat by the pool of her hotel with her elder sister, Shaila, enjoying the warmth of the sun. Shaila was wearing an orange H&M bikini, while Mayeli was wearing a black one. They had both packed their long hair into a high messy bun.The children were with their grandmother so they had little free time on their hands.Shaila was tall and beautiful just like Mayeli, but with long, straight black hair instead. She had taken my father's hair colour, while Mayeli had taken my mom's.She had an oval-shaped face with high cheekbones, a pointed nose, and dreamy grey eyes just like my mom’s. She exuded a jovial and charismatic aura that drew people to her, and as a renowned model and fashion designer, it helped her career a great deal. Mayeli loved her sister dearly, but their busy schedules and distance prevented them from hanging out often. They cherished the few occasions they could be together like this.Shaila was married to an Italian, handsome actor, Petro, and they had two kids.
“Mom, can Uncle Killian come with us?” Bryelle asked, giving Mayeli a baby face.“What?” “Can Uncle Killian come with us?” She repeated.Mayeli shared a look with her mom, speechless. She didn't know how to tell her baby that her request was impossible to grant.Mayeli, Bryelle, and her Mom are seated on her king-sized bed, laid with cream sheets, in her spacious peach-coloured bedroom. Everything about the room is painted cream and peach, giving it a homey feel.Bryelle is turning three in a week, so Mayeli decided to go on a two-week vacation to Croatia with her mom and Bryelle. She just announced the news to both of them.“He can't my, love, he has a lot of work to do”, Mayeli's Mom replies to Bryelle.Mayeli gave her mom a grateful smile, but got a stern smile that said “How long would you keep this a secret?” She sighed, and looked away, not in the mood for one of mothers constant rebukes.“When are we leaving?” Her mom asked.“Tomorrow”, Mayeli replied brightly.“Yey!” Bryelle
“Hey Tyse”, Nixen said casually, shaking hands with him.Mayeli stared at them, shocked. Tyse is a renowned multi-billionaire. Yeah, Nixen is, rich, but not up to Tyse, Truce, and Killian's level.“How're you doing bro”, Tyse beamed. There's a bright, genuine smile on his face, but Nixen's smile looks forced. Mayeli wondered why.“I'm good. It's a pleasant surprise to see you here”.“I brought Mayeli, but I'm on my way now”.Mayeli noticed Nixen's hands tighten around the bags he was holding. His smile evaporated.“Oh, I see”, Nixen mumbled, glancing at Mayeli.“I better get going”, Tyse said. He had probably noticed the change of expression.“I'll walk you to your car”, Mayeli said, following Tyse.“I think walking me to my car was a bad idea. Nixen didn't look happy about the fact that I brought you”, Tyse said, running his hands through his hair. Gosh, he was so handsome. After Killian, he was the finest man Mayeli had ever seen.“It's fine. You only helped”, She reassured him. So
Mayeli stared at Killian. How could he? How could he do that to Diora, while making out with her?He kept a nonchalant expression, showing no signs of guilt. “What did you do to her?”He looked at her with something close to anger and irritation. “I didn't do anything, Mayeli”.Truce looked at both of them.“Am I missing something here?” Truce asked.“I don't know, ask her?” Killian yelled.Truce turned to Mayeli. “What's wrong, Mayeli?”“Ask your friend”, she screamed, walking away.She saw Truce throw her a quizzical look, and then swiftly ask Killian what was happening. She waited for Killian to reply, but she heard nothing other than a banged door. She hissed and entered the elevator. So, he had made good his threats.She thought of reporting him to the authorities, but she had no proof yet, plus she didn't want the circumstances surrounding Mayeli's birth to go public. Of Course, surely it would if she reported the matter to the authorities. It involved two prominent figures a
Killian stared at Mayeli’s stubborn expression, not knowing what to do. She looked a bit scared by his words, but she maintained a defiant look. She had a face that reminded him of Becky G.She bit on her full, lower lips, and pouted stubbornly. “I hardly deserve a beating for using your toilet”, she pointed out.“Against my will”.“It's just a toilet”. She folded her arms and sat on his bed. “You look gorgeous in white and black though”.His eyes bulged at the socket. What did she just say?She stood up from the bed and walked to where he stood, planting her small frame in front of him. She had a coquettish smile on her face. Gosh! She was tempting him.“Maybe I can handle your anger, so bring it on”. He stared at her slightly apart, pulp, pink lips, and a sensation ran through him.He was certain it was the alcohol talking, but it didn't stop him from feeling the day he was feeling. He turned away from her and walked towards his balcony. He wasn't sure he could resist her when she w
Mayeli edged through the crowd in search of Killian.She had been asking herself several times why she was looking for him, but she couldn't find an answer. When she couldn't see him anywhere, she gave up. She stood in the shadows silently watching the party and sipping wine. She was starting to feel lightheaded from all the wine she had consumed.She felt the urge to pee and headed to find the restroom. For fuck sake, where would she find one in this large house, she wondered.She took the elevator and pressed the third floor, though she wasn't sure where that lead. Build least, she could escape from the noise of the party for a while.When the elevator door opened, she walked down the hallway stretched in front of her, looking for anything that looked like a restroom.Her feet felt wobbly, and she quickly gripped the nearest door handle for support. The door gave way, and she stumbled into a large room.The walls were painted a lovely shade of charcoal green. A large king-size bed w
Mayeli felt apprehensive as she packed her Audi in front of the party venue. Gosh, just how big was this house? She wondered. Whoever owned the place must be swimming in six figures, she reckoned.The building was painted white. It had huge, finely crafted pillars in front of it and a large fountain at the centre. Everything about the house spoke affluence from the interior design to the fleet of cars packed in the garage.Mayeli checked her Rolex. She was thirty minutes late, and from the sound of voices and music emanating from the mansion, she was certain the party had started.She did this often, except when it was an important case in the courtroom. She always arrived at work or events thirty minutes late. It was her own way of taking control, making them wait.She felt a bit nervous though. Nixen was going to introduce her to his friends. It wasn't something she was scared about, but a part of her felt she would see Killian, though he had told her he wasn't going to be here toda
Mayeli felt apprehensive as she packed her Audi in front of the party venue. Gosh, just how big was this house? She wondered. Whoever owned the place must be swimming in six figures, she reckoned.The building was painted white. It had huge, finely crafted pillars in front of it and a large fountain at the centre. Everything about the house spoke affluence from the interior design to the fleet of cars packed in the garage.Mayeli checked her Rolex. She was thirty minutes late, and from the sound of voices and music emanating from the mansion, she was certain the party had started.She did this often, except when it was an important case in the courtroom. She always arrived at work or events thirty minutes late. It was her own way of taking control, making them wait.She felt a bit nervous though. Nixen was going to introduce her to his friends. It wasn't something she was scared about, but a part of her felt she would see Killian, though he had told her he wasn't going to be here today
Mayeli stared at him like he had gone knots. “You came for me? After sending that message. You have the nerve to show yourself to me?” she yelled. People were turning towards that direction, but she didn't care.“I didn't send the message,” he said, raising his brow slightly. His blue eyes looked angry.“Are you going to keep denying it?”“Why are you so certain it's me?” He ran his hands through his lovely hair, letting out a frustrated sigh.“Because only you and me fucken know about two years ago”.“You said your baby was not the product of the affair, so why does it bother you so much? Besides, I'm a celebrity. People follow me around. Someone else might have seen us enter the hotel”.“Please, don't give me that bullshit explanation. And I'm bothered because it fucken hurts to be threatened by you”.“I didn't do it, Mayeli!” His voice was raised now, and she could tell he was getting angry, but she didn't care.“Stop fucking denying it!”“Fine. I did it”, he mumbled in a broken v