Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(29)

Pushing the lift button, I pulled my phone out and tapped a quick message to Connie. I just wanted to check in and see how she was. It was strange that I hadn’t heard from her today. My brows pulled and knitted together for a moment before I felt my phone vibrate.

Connie: Will call soon, Love you bitch tits. X





Smiling, I dropped my phone into my bag and watched the lever on the lift drop to the ground floor. Stepping into the empty lift, I blew a breath of relief. I hated small, crowded places. Spinning round so I was facing the door, watching it close but just before they closed, a familiar black shoe stopped it.

“Hope you don’t mind me riding with you.” The goosebumps from his silky voice smothered across my skin.

Killian.

“I do actually.” I rolled my eyes hard and tsked as he pressed the button for my floor.

“You’re an irritant.” I snapped, refusing to look at him and watching the lift buttons light up as we reached each floor.

“I’ve come to the conclusion that you’re quite nasty,” he turned to face me; he sounded somewhat wounded. His eyes softened as they fell, rubbing his lips together before licking them.

The breath caught in the back of my throat as I gave in to the pull to face him. The tension was thick, the air felt thin as I gasped for air.

“I’m not nasty.” I muttered; I don’t know why, but it hurt more than it should.

“Don’t be sad Buttercup, I like it,” he wiggled his brows up and down, his eyes roaming over my body. “You’re feisty…” He stepped forward, smashing the emergency stop button. The lift came to an abrupt halt, making me unsteady on my feet as I grabbed the handrail to halt myself.

“Killian!” I shouted, throwing myself towards him as I tried to pull his hand from the button.

“Not happening, petal.” His lips played into a devilish smirk. It was panty melting, but it wasn’t going to work.

“Please, Killian. I am claustrophobic. I can’t do this.” My breathing fastened, my eyes scanning round the elevator walls as I tried to catch my breath. With each gasp, I felt more and more light-headed.

“Let me come up to your apartment and eat dinner with you.” His hand was still over the button.

“Killian,” I cried out, I felt the clamminess of my skin, the sweat pricking and beading on the surface, the walls closing in slowly around us as black dots invaded my vision.

“Agree to it," his voice was low, but possessive. He liked being in control.

“No,” I breathed, my whole body trembling as I tried to calm myself.

“Say yes,” he smirked, his hand still firmly on the button.

“Fine, fine!” I shouted, you could hear the panic that ripped through me, the fear apparent in my voice.

“Good girl.” He licked his lips, pushing the emergency button. The lift continued its climb.

I closed my eyes, trying to control my breathing. I was a trembling mess.

The lift pinged when it was on my floor, I pushed off the wall that was holding me up and barged past Killian.

“You’re an arsehole.” I spat at him as I walked towards my front door.

He was hot on my heels, his scent surrounding me like a bubble. I hated to admit it, but he smelt delicious.

Pulling my keys out of my bag in my trembling hands I opened the door quickly, before turning to close it in his face. But him and his poxy shoe were there stopping it. I saw his large hand curl round the door.

“Wife. That’s not fair, you agreed to it.”

I threw my bag on the floor, storming towards my bedroom and slamming it shut.

“I only agreed to it to get you to push the button you fucking lunatic!” I shouted back, my voice hoarse.

He could stay out there.

He made my blood boil. I don’t know what it was about him. He got under my skin and I hated it. He never got to me before but now I despised him.

Maybe it was because he was the collateral damage that could destroy my career in a heartbeat. He could destroy everything I had sacrificed and worked so hard for. I was the bomb and he was the detonator. One, small, slip of the finger and it was over.

I slid down the wall, my knees pulling into my chest as I wrapped my arms round myself. Closing my eyes, I focused on my breathing. Inhale for five, hold it for three, slowly exhale. After a few attempts, my heart started to slow. I tilted my head back so it was on the wall, my eyes pinned to the high ceilings. I heard a gentle knock on the door.

“Reese,” his voice was low, soft, calm.

“Go away Killian,” I snapped. I was ready to burst into tears at any minute, but I wouldn’t let him see me cry.

I saw the doorknob twist. Why couldn’t this man listen to one simple instruction?

He popped his head round the door, scanning the room before he saw me huddled in the corner and cuddling myself against the wall. His eyes softened; his sharp jaw unclenched as he saw me. Stepping into my bedroom, he closed the door behind him before dropping to his knees in front of me. His large hands cupped my face before lifting it to look at him.

“I’m sorry,” his voice was so low, it was barely audible. I could see the remorse in his eyes as they volleyed back and forth from mine. “So sorry,” he leant in and pressed his lips to my forehead, lingering for a moment. My stomach flipped at the feel of his lips on my skin, our first bit of intimate contact and it was after he was a complete, arrogant prick.