Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(41)

Scrolling up and down on my work document, I couldn’t seem to get going. I knew what I needed to do; I had a check list of work piling up around me. Yet my fucking mind was in that office with them.

Chances were that Killian wasn’t getting his glorious cock sucked off by the dragon behind that door, they were no doubt in a boring meeting. Yes, that was it. A boring meeting.

Slipping my earphones in, I blasted Blondie through them. I needed a distraction. And she was the perfect choice.

An hour later and halfway through Sunday Girl I saw Adele’s office door open. Killian walked out before turning and shaking her hand. I dropped my eyes quickly and focused on the task in front of me. I didn’t want to show him for one second that he had invaded my thoughts.

My stomach rolled as she gave him a sickly smile, her eyes flicking over to me before she stepped back and closed her door.

The sound of Killian’s shoes clicked along the floor as he stopped in front of my desk. Leaning over, he grabbed my earphone out and put it into his ear. His brows pinging up as he heard the chorus of Sunday Girl.

Pushing off my chair, I snatched it from his ears.

“Don’t touch what’s not yours,” I snarled at him, sitting back in my chair and shoving the earphone back in my ear.

He removed it again.

“But you are mine, so technically I can touch them,” he let out a soft chuckle.

“I’m not yours,” I shook my head, “Do you just come here to annoy me? Because, unlike you, I am busy. I actually have to do work here to get paid.” My tone was sharp as I averted my eyes back to my screen.

“Oh, I am very busy with work,” he glanced over at Adele’s office and licked his lips slowly.

“You’re disgusting, get away from me,” I shooed him away like the annoyance he was. He walked round to the side of me, lowering his lips against my ear.

“You didn’t think I was disgusting when you took my dick last night, Buttercup.”

I stilled, my stomach flipping, the familiar burn warming my belly before moving between my legs.

“Last night didn’t happen. It was a mistake.” I swallowed hard before clearing my throat.

“Oh baby, it happened. Your moans are still replaying over in my head.”

I inhaled deeply. I could feel the tension between us, the pull that was gravitating us towards each other, but I couldn’t give in again. Last night was a moment of weakness.

“Keep going Killian, I dare you,” I grit out.

He straightened up, a cocky smirk on his face.

“I want you to spend thanksgiving with me next week,” his voice was low, his hands fisted into his pockets.

“Sorry, I’m busy,” I didn’t even give him the satisfaction of looking at him.

“With who?” I could hear how thick his voice was, his jaw must ache from how much he clenches it.

“Harlen,” I smirked. I wasn’t, but he didn’t know that.

“You better be joking Reese,” he snarled as he pushed his hand through his luscious locks in frustration.

“Or what?” I taunted, turning in my chair to look up at him, “You going to stop me?” I shook my head from side to side before returning to my work.

He didn’t say anything, just turned on his heel and stormed out of the office like a raging bull. Good riddance.

My phone rang, flashing Adele’s name. Clicking it onto speaker I answered.

“Yup,” the frustration clear in my voice.

“A minute.” She snapped then the phone went dead.

Here we go.

Walking into her room with a spring in my step I knocked before waiting to be called in. Opening the door, I plastered a shit eating grin on my face.

“You wanted to see me?” I smiled as I stood, closing the door behind me.

“Why did I see Killian Hayes storm away from your desk just a moment ago?” she pressed her fingers into her chin as she waited for me to answer.

“I’m not sure. He was asking me what my plans were for thanksgiving, then his phone rang, something about his STD results being back and that he needed to see them urgently,” I shrugged, clicking my tongue on the roof of my mouth.

I watched as her eyes widened. My head dropped slightly, my jaw becoming lax.

“Oh…” I breathed, thumbing behind me, “Oh…” I feigned realisation kicking in. “Are you and him a thing? Shit, sorry…” I winced. “I would give him a call if I were you.”

She didn’t say anything, but then why would she? I had just got my validation that they were… are… or at least had slept together at some point.

“Will that be all?” I locked my index fingers as I asked her quietly.

She shooed me away; giving her a polite, curt nod, I turned on my heel before that shit eating grin I told you about spread so much further on my face. Before I was even out the door, her phone was in her hand.

Game on Killian.





CHAPTER 18





REESE





Twenty missed calls.

Twenty.

I still continued to ignore Killian. I was angry. Real fucking angry.

Turning my phone off, I threw it into my bag while I sat quietly in the back of the taxi. I just wanted to get home. I was frozen. A nice soak in the tub is just what the doctor ordered.