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If all goes well, I’m going to dicktown two weeks from Tuesday.
My attention is pulled from the impending sex date by the sound of voices filtering into the condo. I cautiously make my way toward the sound, curious. Killian hasn’t brought anyone else here since bringing me weeks ago.
“I told you to just go home.” Killian gripes, his deep voice full of unveiled irritation.
My heart stops as a feminine voice snaps back at him. “Yeah, I would love to do just that but I can’t exactly climb on a bus looking like this, now can I?”
Keeping my steps silent, I creep down the hall and peek around the corner. Killian stands in the living area with his arms crossed, towering over a tiny woman. She’s a disaster, smudged makeup and hair sticking up in a chaotic mess. Her navy jumper has several stains and it appears she’s only wearing a black bralette underneath. My eyes narrow as suspicion fills me.
Killian says something but I don’t hear him. The room in front of me fades as I find myself suddenly back in high school.
“Maybe if you were less cracked in the head he wouldn’t have wanted me instead.” Nikole snarks. Running her eyes down my body, she adds, “And lost twenty pounds.”
I clench my fists, glaring at my younger sister. “Fuck you.” I snarl, tears welling in my eyes.
Nikole adjusts her disheveled clothes, turning to grab Marc’s hand. “Oh he did.” She snickers, smiling sweetly up atmyboyfriend.
Overcome with hurt and anger, I storm into the room. “What the fuck?” I snarl, crossing my arms to mirror Killian’s stance. He turns to me with wide eyes, clearly not expecting me to be here.
Surprise.
When I don’t get a response from the stunned man, I turn my glower to the woman. “Who the fuck are you?” I growl. Maybe I’m acting crazy but that’s what this man has driven me to. My prolonged sexual frustration using the anger as an outlet.
The hussy looks between Killian and me before letting out a laugh. “Oh I get it now!” She exclaims, slapping her thigh. I narrow my eyes at her only making her laugh harder. Turning her attention fully to Killian, she bows.
Why the fuck do people keep bowing to him?
“I didn’t realize you had someone at home. My bad. I totally assumed you were just a sad, lonely, old man who lived and would eventually die alone.” The woman says, straightening to her full height again.
Killian grunts and I snap. Stomping up to her, I stop inches from her face, seething. “Watch yourself bitch. Thatold manis mine.” Her eyebrows shoot up as she glances over my shoulder then back.
The declaration is born of anger and frustration but I feel something click inside as the words leave my lips. It’s in that moment that I realize I’m not going to fight this anymore. That I don’t want to fight it.
Reaching a hand out, she pats my head, the motion a little awkward as she’s several inches shorter than me. “Now now, while I love the whole possessive thing you’ve got going on,” Her face darkens, sending a shiver down my spine as she warns, “But you need to back the fuck off.”
Strong hands grip my shoulders before I can react. “That’s enough.” Killian rumbles, squeezing his fingers. “Arriana, you can shower and change but then you need to leave.” She,Arriana,salutes him before taking off toward the hall. “Um, where are you going?” Killian calls out to her.
Without breaking her stride, she spins around and continues walking backward. “To the bathroom of course.” Without another word, the strange woman disappears around the corner, leaving us alone.
“Fucking crazy bitch.” Killian mutters under his breath. Releasing my shoulders, his arms encircle my body and pull me flush against his. “I missed you, baby girl.” He murmurs in my ears, placing a kiss to the top of my head with a sigh.
I lean into him, soaking up his warmth. His rich scent envelopes me. Hints of whiskey and vetiver fill my nose, makingmy pussy ache. “I miss you too.” I whisper, overwhelmed by the truth in my whispered words.
Killian hums, running his hands down my body, grazing past my belly, and stopping just shy of the spot I need him to be. An involuntary whimper slips past my lips. His arms tighten, fingers digging into my flesh. “Does your pussy miss me too?” He growls in my ear. I tremble in his embrace, unable to respond. “Hmmm. I think it does. My little girl needs some attention.” My breath hitches when his fingers slip under the waistband of my leggings.
Yes. Please god yes.
His fingers tease me, slipping further down to graze my lips through the underwear I’m greatly regretting wearing. “Don’t worry, I’ve got y-”
A throat clears behind us and I’ve never had the desire to murder someone before. But there’s a first time for everything.
Growling, Killian extracts his hands, pulling away. I barely suppress the whimper at the loss, my need a physical pain at this point. “What?” He snaps at the woman with the worst timing on the fucking planet.
Glancing between us, Arriana’s eyes widen. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to pussy block you.” She apologizes to me.
I glare at her, crossing my arms.
Turning her attention to Killian, she rushes out, “I couldn’t find the towels and was—you know what. Nevermind, I’ll just figure it out.” Spinning around, she darts out of the room.
