Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(22)

“Then get on it,” she snapped, “is that not what I am paying you for?!” she huffed, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder, and walked into her office slamming the door behind her again.

“No, you’re paying me to do your shit.” I grumble, placing my elbows on the edge of my desk and putting my head into my hands.

Breathe.

“Well, aren’t you a smart little cookie?” I heard his voice before I saw him. Flicking my head up I saw Killian saunter over to me, hands fisted deep into his fitted suit pocket.

I didn’t respond. I didn’t want to anger the dragon any more than I already had by talking to one of her fucks.

I sat up tall, straightening my back as I googled Harlen, and clicking straight onto his social media profile.

He sat on the edge of my desk, his toned and peachy arse fitting perfectly. He crossed his leg over the other then held his knee with his hands. My mind flashed back to when I saw him in the park. He sat exactly the same.

“Can you move?” I grunted at him, looking up through my lashes at him. He didn’t. His lips twitched as he tried to fight the smile that was desperately trying to dance across his mouth. He shook his head.

“I’m not sure how much you heard, but I am already on her shit list, I don’t need you making it worse.” I hissed as I pushed him slightly, causing him to have to steady himself.

“Oh, Buttercup. Don’t worry about her,” he cocked his head towards her office. “She is like a bear with a sore head, I’ll sort her out.” He licked his bottom lip before he stood from the desk. Eurgh.

I tsked, shaking my head as I focused on the screen for a moment. I heard his shoes hit the marble, my eyes quickly raking up and down his back before his arse held my gaze. He had a perfectly, peach bum. It looked amazing in his tight suit trousers. When he stilled and turned. I averted my eyes quickly.

“Were you just checking out my ass?”

“No!” I scoffed a laugh, it coming out a lot louder than I intended, the blush on my cheeks giving me away.

His eyes darkened, his lip curling at one side. He stalked back over to me.

“Meet me for drinks tonight?” his hands pressed onto the desk as he leant down so our eyes were level and I swear I felt the ground move beneath me. I heard the air whoosh out of my lungs as I tried to catch my breath.

“I have plans,” my voice managed to stay calm and collected.

“Cancel them.” His voice a little sharper now.

“No,” I whispered as I felt my heart race in my chest under my capped sleeved dress.

“Then meet me after, it’s a work thing…” he licked his top lip, his eyes falling quickly to my heaving chest.

“Maybe…” I breathed.

“You have my number, text me and I’ll meet you.” And with that he was gone.

Holy fuck.





Walking into the hotel with a huge smile on my face, I saw Connie standing there looking as beautiful as ever. She was wearing a gold sequin mini dress with high top Nikes.

“You look amazing!” she called out as she started walking towards me. She always made me feel good about myself, even if I was looking like crap.

I wore a black capped sleeve mid-thigh dress and had my doc martens on.

“You look hot,” I winked at her, our arms locking around each other as we embrace.

“Let’s go and see some hot rocker dudes.” She says wrapping her arms around my shoulders. We were off to see an upcoming indie band called Chord. I had heard of some of their songs, but Connie was low key obsessed with them. We were heading to Brooklyn; it was my first time on a subway. I still hadn’t braved it by myself.

“Brooklyn is going to be a lot different for you, you’re used to the upper east side baby,” she nudged her shoulder into me before locking her arm through mine.

“So are you.” I laughed, the cold air making my breath smoke in front of me.

“I know, but I am used to it there too. You are not.”

Okay so it was true.

I have wanted to go Brooklyn as soon as I was here, I don’t know why. I liked the difference in worlds. The spoilt rich girls and boys in the upper east side, and then the rest of us.

We hopped on the train and sat in light chatter until we approached our destination.

Walking towards this small warehouse, anxiety sliced through me.

Connie sensed this, lacing her hand through mine and giving it a gentle squeeze. We showed the doormen our ID before being let through into the dimly lit space.

“Drink?” she asked.

I nodded. I needed alcohol to rid me of the nerves. But to be honest, the alcohol would probably make it worse.

Connie was back quickly, handing me a beer in a plastic cup.

“Cheers.” I called out, pushing our cups together.

“Cheers,” she smiled, bringing the cup to her lips, and taking a big mouthful.



The concert was amazing, Connie was fully submersed in their music and a little smitten by the lead singer who kept winking at her while he sang. She was giddy.

Walking back to the hotel I heard her huff.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“I’m horny so I am just debating whether to use BOB or whether to call Kieran. I mean, he wasn’t the best, but he certainly wasn’t the worse…”