Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(49)

“Buttercup,” his voice was raspy, my skin pebbled.

I stood straight and tall as I faced him. Crossing my arms across my chest, my eyes scanned up and down his body. Wearing slim fitted jeans and a fitted V neck tee showing off the light dusting of his chest hair, the top of his scar on show.

“Didn’t think to tell me you had a daughter?” I snapped, my tone was sharp, but I was angry.

“Ree-” I cut him off.

“Don’t Reese me! You didn’t tell me you had a daughter; you didn’t even tell me you live in the same apartment block as me!” I shouted.

“You never asked,” he snapped back, stepping towards me.

“I never had a chance to!”

I heard him exhale slowly, his breath shallow.

“I don’t just live in this apartment block, I own it…” I saw him wince slightly.

“Of course, you do, same as the company I work for.” I rolled my eyes.

“Technically yes, but also no…” he smirked.

“Don’t fucking smirk,” I snap, “I am pissed at you! And what am I meant to say to Connie?” I stood, waiting for him to answer, but just as he opened his mouth, I stopped him and continued, “Oh sorry bestie, not only am I screwing your hot as fuck dad, I am also married to him. SURPRISE! I’M YOUR NEW STEP MUM!”

“Will you keep your voice down,” he looked over his shoulder, warning me, that delicious pull at the corner of his mouth lifting, “you think I’m hot as fuck?”

“Fuck off Killian,” I shake my head, crossing my arms again.

“Don’t swear under my roof… little girl.” He glared down at me, stepping towards me, cornering me against the wall.

“Sorry… Daddy,” I taunted him. I was raging. I could feel how hot my blood was thrashing through my body.

His jaw clenched, his eyes on my lips. The tension was thick, the walls closing in around me. I couldn’t breathe.

“I’m going back to my friend,” I sighed. Pushing off him, I opened the bathroom door and stormed out, not looking back.

I was on a thin line.

I found Connie swigging champagne from the bottle. Stepping over cautiously, I linked my fingers together as I held them in front of me.

“Hey,” I said sheepishly.

“Hey,” her tone was more clipped.

“Look, I can explain…” I just about managed, I’m sure my throat was about to close. I stammered over my words, shit this was harder than I thought it would be.

“I work with Reese, I’m her boss, sort of… I’m her boss’, boss.” Killian said from behind me. “I didn’t tell her I had a daughter, that’s why she was so shocked,” he continued, standing next to Connie and hanging his arm over her shoulders.

“So that’s all it is?” Connie said a little unconvinced.

“Yup,” me and Killian said in unison.

“Fine.” She rolled her eyes.

Connie walked towards the fridge and grabbed a new bottle of Champagne. Killian watched her for a moment before he turned towards me. A devilish look on his face as his eyes devoured me. He rubbed his fingers through his stubble, licking his bottom lip as he stepped towards me, his lips moving closer to my ear.

“I’m not finished with you yet, wife.”

My heart drummed, rendered speechless before he recoiled back and disappeared into the kitchen as I heard him talk to a guy.

Connie reappeared with a glass, handing it to me.

“Thank you, and I’m sorry for not telling you.”

“Don’t apologise, you weren’t to know…” Connie rolled her eyes, looking over her shoulder to see her dad and Frank the fucking doorman appearing.

Was it time to go home yet?





CHAPTER 21





We sat at the lavish dining room table, the cream tablecloth hanging over the edges and finished off with a red trim. Pretty, understated. My mouth watered at the delicious food that was in front of us. Turkey, mash, baked sweet potatoes, green bean casserole and bread rolls. It would have been perfect if my candied yams were still in the picture, but they weren’t. They were now in the bin after being smashed all over Killian’s floor.

Connie was chatting away, but I wasn’t listening. I was too busy watching Killian who was sitting next to me, chatting to Frank. The way his dark eyes were roaming over me, seductive and sultry. The way his cheeks hollow slightly under his high cheek bones before his jaw scoops into the perfect rounded point. His jaw is sharp and defined, dusted in a dark stubble that I loved. I loved feeling the friction of the roughness on my smooth, soft skin.

“Reese,” Connie threw a roll at me, “did you hear me?”

I tore my eyes from Killian, nodding, “Yeah, yeah,” I muttered back.

“Perfect, I’ll set the blind date up,” Connie squealed, clapping her hands. My eyes widened, my pulse racing under my skin. I’m sure you could see it throbbing.

“Cool.” I rushed out, reaching for my wine and gulping it down. I didn’t dare look at Killian.

“Frank, would you like to give thanks?” he asked coolly as he took his own mouthful of wine. Too coolly.

Frank nodded, clearly delighted being asked to do so.