Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(35)

“I’ll help you.” She boasted a beautiful smile.

“You’ve been to a ball?” I asked, the look on my face showing her that I was shocked.

“I have, well only a couple when I was younger. My dad goes to things like this all the time. They’re not too bad, bit boring but it’s all normally for a good cause.”

“You called him dad?” I smirked.

“I meant sperm donor…” she blushed. Seems to me she cares for her sperm donor a little more than she says.

“Yeah, this is for charity. A children’s charity I believe.” I shrugged.

“That’s going to be heart-wrenching,” she sighed, “But an amazing cause.”

I nodded.

“How are things with you? It feels like it has been forever…” I pretended to think, putting my finger to my chin and pulling a confused face, “oh wait… it has.” I poked my tongue out before laughing out loud.

“I have been busy,” she said, flustered. Pulling her long brown hair off her neck as she fanned her slowly growing red face.

“With Kieran?” I asked.

She stared at me, it took her a moment before she dropped her hand and shook her head.

“Who?” I leant forward. She didn’t say anything. “Connie, who have you been seeing?” I don’t know why but I could feel my stomach knotting at the thought of something bad going on behind the scenes.

“Is something going on?” I lowered my voice now as I leant closer to her.

“No, no…” she replied, “nothing like that.” Her head shook from side to side. “I have been seeing someone, but it’s so new and it’s going so well I just don’t want to jinx it. Just trust me that I am okay though yea?” she reached across and squeezed my hand with hers.

I sighed, taking a moment before agreeing reluctantly.

“Thank you,” she whispered before looking at her watch. “I’m sorry, but I’ve got to go. Want me to call you a cab?” she asked.

I shook my head, “I’m going to stay here for a bit, I’ll speak to you tomorrow?” I smiled at her.

“Always,” she smiled back before blowing me a kiss.

I settled the bill and moved to the bar. Ordering a bottle of water, I needed to knock the alcohol on the head. I had work tomorrow and I didn’t want to be working with a hangover.

I sat and listened to the light chatter around me, a splinter of pain shattered through my heart. I missed just sitting and talking to Elijah. We would talk about the most random things. I never got those couples that just sit opposite each other during dinner and not say a word to each other. How can you not have anything to talk about? Something always happens, there is always something to talk about. Breathing out heavily, I turned slowly and looked around the room. It was busy for a Monday night. I agreed with myself that I would finish this drink, then I would head home. I needed an earlyish night and it had just gone eight.

Spinning back round to face the barman, I played with the edge of the beer mat he had given me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood, as I felt a shiver blanketing my skin.

“Mind if I join you?” Killian’s voice ripped through me.

I shook my head.

I heard the bar stool drag along the floor before he sat down next to me.

His hand rested on my bare leg as he lent across and placed his lips at the shell of my ear. “You look beautiful as always,” my skin burned, my stomach flipped.

A small smile crept onto my face.

“Can we go back to mine? Or to yours? I just feel like things have been a bit hasty between us… we haven’t really had a chance to get to know each other since last weekend.” He rubbed his lips together.

“Mine?” I breathed out. I didn’t want to go back to his. I liked being home, and if I had enough, I could kick him out.

He nodded, a small hint of a glisten in his beautiful brown eyes.

Man was I a sucker for those eyes.

He threw a handful of dollars on the bar, laced his fingers through mine and pulled me off the stool. I couldn’t help the butterflies that swarmed my stomach, the heat that burned down low in a place that hadn’t felt this kind of heat in a long while.

The goosebumps erupted over my skin as his thumb brushed against the back of my hand as I followed him to my apartment.

I felt like we had a love hate relationship, but there is a thin line between love and hate isn’t there?

The lift doors closed, and as soon as they were I felt his body against me, pinning me to the wall. His hands gripping my chin, lifting my head up to look at him.

“I didn’t like you sitting on your little date today,” his whispered, his breath on my face. He was so close, all I needed to do was edge forward slightly and our lips would meet.

“It wasn’t a date,” my voice was strong even though I was trembling on the inside.

“It looked like a date,” he said through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching and ticking as his lips hovered over mine. Maybe I should just fall forward, just so I could kiss him. I imagined what his kiss would be like, but now I wanted to feel what it was like.

“You acting all possessive is a bit much don’t you think? We have been married all of five minutes. We don’t know each other…” I whispered.

“I am possessive over what is mine. And you, Reese, are mine,” his voice was low.