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She gulped and responded. “G-Good morning, Killian.” He hummed in her ear, and she could feel her heart beat faster as it always did.
“I didn’t see you much this morning, though I can’t really blame you…” He looked over his shoulder and smiled as Madam A, and Benjamin watched them intently without making it discreet. He watched as they left the room silently and pulled her closer to his chest as he continued. “…You do have company.”
“Which is why you shouldn’t be behaving this way,” She whispered, and he chuckled as he leaned into her ear.
“But you know… it’s impolite to wear leggings like these and expect me not to feel like taking you up against the counter.” Brielle blushed even harder at his choice of words as she felt her knees buckle slightly. She was only in regular black leggings with an oversized light yellow long-sleeve crop top. She didn’t think it was much of an outfit that would draw attention, especially considering she was covered in spices and sauces.
“Killian, please? I need to focus.” She said truthfully, and he thought about it for a moment.
“Fine.. I’ll let you befor now.” He muttered as he let go of her and smirked to himself while leaving the kitchen. Once he exited the room, Madam A returned with a smile, and Brielle groaned as she wiped her hands.
“I miss my younger days. Eavesdropping isn’t enough sometimes, you know?” Madam spoke, and Brielle rolled her eyes as she took a seat on the stool.
“At this rate, my grandchildren will be here sooner than ever!” The older woman squealed happily, and Brielle shushed the woman as she looked around to see if anyone was near.
“When are you going to tell him how you feel?” Madam A asked as she looked at the frustrated girl before her. In return, Brielle held her face in her hands as she whined.
“I don’t know. I don’t even know what we are or if he is as serious as he says. He can be overly possessive and doesn’t want me to be with other men, but the voice in my head wonders if it’s all an act. I don’t think I’ll be able to handle the rejection if it is..”
“You haven’t even talked to him about it yet, and you’re worrying this much?” Madam A asked, and Brielle shook her head.
“What if he thinks I’m not good enough for him after a while? What if he thinks I have too many problems or emotional baggage? What if-” She didn’t attempt to finish her sentence as Madam A stood up and picked up the wooden spoon on the counter. Brielle quickly hopped off the stool, almost tripping in the process, and dashed to the living room. Madam A caught her arm before she got too far and gave her thigh a few swats with the spoon. Letting Brielle go, she glared at her as if daring her to run any farther.
“I don’t want to hear you ever say anything like that again. Do you understand me?” Madam A scolded, and Brielle responded.
“Yes, Madam A,” She said, and Madam A placed the spoon down as she turned back to look at Brielle. Before she could speak, they heard the elevator open and a few footsteps coming toward the kitchen.
There, they saw Mr. Burkley enter the kitchen with a few more bags of groceries. He immediately noticed the tension in the room. He set the bags down and made a face as he looked between the two women.
“What did I miss?”
Brielle stepped out of the shower and sighed blissfully. She had spent the whole day on her feet making dinner, and she was a bit exhausted but nonetheless still excited for the evening. She walked over to her walk-in closet, now connected to Killian’s room, and went to find something to wear.
She didn’t want to overdo it but wanted to look presentable. After all, Killian’s parents would be here in less than thirty minutes, and she wanted to make a good impression…
Deciding on a long-sleeved, burgundy dress that fell just below her knees, she put it on and looked in the mirror as the skirt swayed every time she moved. After she found her white heels and slipped them on, she combed her wavy hair down her back as she sighed in the mirror, quite pleased.After putting on the necklace gifted to her by Killian, she walked out of the room, descended the stairs, and made her way over to his office, where he had been since the morning.
Stopping before the door, she took a slight breather and knocked softly. After hearing a bit of rustling, the door opened, and there stood Killian with a few buttons undone on his dress shirt. Brielle attempted to maintain eye contact but couldn’t help her wandering eyes go down to his slightly exposed chest.
His hair was messily pushed back, and he licked his lips as he eyed Brielle’s attire. She could feel her knees buckle slightly but tried not to show it as she placed her hands behind her back.
She finally cleared her throat and spoke. “I.. just wanted to see if you were alright… you’ve been in here all day.” He sighed and leaned against the doorframe, slowly wrapping his arm around her waist as he pulled her closer.
“I had a lot of paperwork to complete since my father only sent them to me this morning.” Brielle pouted softly, and Killian’s eyes immediately glanced down to her lips.
“Well, you should’ve told me. I could’ve helped..” She said.
He lifted his other hand and smoothed her bottom lip with his thumb.“As busy as you were today, I wouldn’t ask you to do any more than you need to..”
“Was Blaine any help?” She questioned, and he shrugged.
“Sure.. if you can call anything, Blaine does helpful.” Brielle giggled softly as his hand moved to caress the side of her face. She placed her hands on his lower abdomen as she whispered her next words hesitantly. “.. You’ll be joining us for dinner, won’t you?” She asked.
“Only because you want me to, darling..” He muttered, and she nodded wordlessly, standing silently for only a moment. Slowly, she laid her head on his chest, and he said nothing as he watched her. He didn’t know what to say in the moment, though he didn’t think he needed to say anything. Running his fingers through her hair, he sighed internally.
He loved every little thing about her. Everything that made her Brielle. Her past, her flaws, her character, her personality, he loved everything. With the fear of rejection weighing on him heavily, he contemplated if he was the one for her. Maybe he was too crude, overbearing, possessive, arrogant.. maybe he wasn’t what she needed.But he needed her.. He would always need her.
Much to his dismay, she pulled away as the elevator doors opened from down the hall. She looked up into his eyes and sighed internally as he looked down at her with a rather indistinguishable emotion.
