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Chapter Fifty
Brynn
Killian isn’t in bed with me when I wake up.
I feel a touch of sadness when I roll over and see I’m alone, but there’s a note on his pillow, so I grab it.
Brynn,
I had something to take care of, but I’ll be right back.
Do not move your pretty little ass out of this bed or next time I’ll handcuff you to it.
-Kill
P.S. I’m going to your place to feed Toast.
I smile at the note, but then I immediately disobey it and climb out of bed.
I shouldn’t even be here, let alone doing what he tells me.
I don’t know yet if I’ll leave before he gets back because I don’t know when he’ll be back, but I hit the bathroom and brush my teeth as best I can without a toothbrush, then I pick up the clothes strewn all over his bedroom floor.
My dress is completely ruined, but I know he doesn’t want me to keep it anyway since Aiden bought it for me.
I shouldn’t care what he wants, but I can’t seem to help myself. Especially after last night.
I was sure he would be sleeping with her by now, even if not because he wanted her just because Killian has a pretty strong sex drive and he wasn’t getting it from me. If he’s marrying her, he’s going to sleep with her, so why wait?
That reminder of reality bums me out. I grab the dumb dress and bundle it up so I can throw it out, then I grab Killian’s wrinkled clothes off the floor so I can hang them up in his laundry room.
I’m not expecting company and I’m still naked, so I freeze when the front door opens.
Then Killian freezes. A slow smile claims his lips as his appreciative gaze drifts over my naked body. “Now, that’s what I like to come home to.”
I roll my eyes at him good-naturedly and resume my path to the trash can. “I’m glad it was you. I don’t imagine Sloane would have appreciated the view quite so much.”
“She doesn’t let herself into my apartment.”
I really don’t want to talk about her, but since she’s the fiancée and I’m… whatever the hell I am, I don’t say so.
“Funny, I seem to remember her doing it once,” I murmur, pushing my dress down into his trash can.
He sets down the bakery box and coffee he brought in with him. “Not that I don’t appreciate it, but why are you cleaning my apartment when I told you to keep your pretty little ass in bed?”
I turn back to face him. “Because you’re not my boss,” I say with extra impertinence, though I’m sure it lacks sting when I’m saying that with his laundry draped over my arm.
He cocks an eyebrow and starts toward me. “Oh, really?”
“Mm-hmm,” I murmur, backing toward the laundry room. “I do what I want.”
His blue eyes twinkle. “Is that so?”
I feel a thrill in my belly as he stalks toward me, but he gets too close, so I turn and hightail it to the laundry room.
Predictably, I don’t make it. I squeal as Killian sweeps me off my feet, dragging me back against him and locking his arms around my waist.
“Got you,” he murmurs against my neck.
