Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(23)

“Stick with BOB. At least you know you’ll finish,” I laughed which caused her to laugh too.

“I mean, can you imagine what it would be like sleeping with Tryst from Chord? I bet he is a machine in the bedroom.” I muttered. I heard another sigh leaves her.

“He prob fucks like a pro.” She said a little sheepish.

I nod in agreement.

“Talking of fucking…” she stops in front of me just before we reach the entrance of the hotel. “Have you fucked anyone else yet?” her hands on her hips as she waited.

“Nope.” I shrugged.

“Okay, I’m getting you a vibrator tomorrow.”

I couldn’t help the smirk. That’s that then.



Back in the hotel bar, the drinks were flowing, and Connie had spent the last half an hour on her phone no doubt texting Kieran.

I was getting bored and frustrated.

“Babe, if you want to go see Kieran, don’t let me stop you.” I said sweetly, hoping she got the hint, put the phone away and stayed with me.

Her big doe eyes looked up at me, “Would you be okay if I left though?”

Backfired.

“Yes, of course. Go and see your fuck buddy.” I smile at her, even though my insides are begging her not to go.

“I love you.” She leapt off her stool and threw herself at me.

“Love you too.” I held her tight before I let her go. She didn’t look back as she walked out The Palm Court and disappeared into the night.

Sighing, I swung round on the bar stool and ordered myself a vodka and lemonade. Holding the notes out to pay, the bar man shook his head from side to side. I looked at him confused, then it clicked.

Turning slowly on my stool, there was the God himself, sat a few spaces down. Killian Hayes.

And damn, him and them suits done something to me… making me all weak at the knees and shit.

I nodded, giving him a half smile before wrapping my fingers around my glass. I watched as he stood slowly, heading towards me.

“You’re welcome.” His low, gruff and sultry voice causing goosebumps to erupt over my skin. “May I?” he asked as he stood next to me, asking if he could sit down.

“Be my guest.”

He sat, ordering himself a vodka and lemonade too.

“You didn’t call,” he said as he paid the barman.

“I didn’t need too, you were here.”

“Bullshit, you were never going to call,” he tipped his head back and let out a throaty laugh, it was a lovely sound.

“I guess you’ll never know,” I winked at him.

We ordered drink after drink, we chatted like old childhood friends, and we laughed at the stupidest things.

But my god, it felt good to laugh.

We walked out of the hotel, or should I say stumbled. I was hungry, famished. I felt like I was wasting away.

“I need food.” I mumbled.

I knew this was bad. I was out with one of the investors of the firm I worked for.

“I know a great lobster restaurant.” Killian hummed as he laced his fingers through mine. I didn’t remove them. I liked the unfamiliar tingle that spread up my arm, smothering my skin. It was nice to feel something other than pain.

“I don’t want bloody lobster.” I groaned, pulling on his hand as I walked ahead of him, turning and laughing.

“Oh, I am sorry.” He pulled a stupid face while attempting the worst British accent I have ever heard. My stomach hurt from laughing so much.

“That is the worst accent ever… please don’t ever do that again,” I choked out, laughing through happy tears. He smiled, his eyes glistening as he laughed with me.

“I want a kebab or something stodgy, like a big, fat juicy burger.” I licked my lips, stopping in front of this run-down burger van.

“No way. Nah-uh,” he shook his head from side to side, “You’ll get sick from there,” he screwed his nose up, pulling me back. I resisted and tugged him back towards me.

“What’s that?” I asked, furrowing my brows as I stepped towards him, running my thumb over his bottom lip and pulling it down.

“What?” he pulled back, his eyes dropping as if he was trying to look at his lips and wiping his thumb across his bottom lip.

“Oh, sorry, for a minute, I thought I saw a silver spoon in your mouth.” I swatted him, dropping my hand from his and joining the queue for the greasy burger van. I heard a scoff from behind me but ignored him.

“What do you want posh boy?” I called out.

“I’ll wait.”

“Oh, stop it, I’ll get you a cheeseburger.” I rolled my eyes. I stilled when I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck, his large hands running around my waist as he held me into him. I wanted to pull away, take his hands off me and ask him what in the hell he was doing, but I forgot how nice it was to be held. To be touched.

His nose buried into my hair as he inhaled deeply, his lips moving to the lobe of my ear, “How about we go back to mine and we eat there…” his voice was barely audible. My skin erupted in goosebumps, my stomach knotting.

“I… I…” I stammered, turning round to face him. I buckled and froze. Lacing my fingers back through his, I ditched the idea of food and ducked into the first bar I saw, I needed tequila. And a lot of it.