Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(97)

“Killian,” I whispered, my hands covering my mouth at the shock of what he just said. “I can’t accept this. It’s too much…” I shook my head from side to side as I looked at him.

“You can and you will. It’s the least I can do.” He winked, “welcome home baby.”

My lips curled into a smile, my eyes glassing over from the tears that were filling them.

“I hope they’re happy tears?” his brows sat high as he gazed at me.

“They are.” I snorted a laugh as I followed him up the stairs and into my new house.

Our new house.

My heart warmed at the idea of living here with Killian, as he opened the door. My eyes widened. This house was out of this world. It was one of those houses you saw in home magazines, houses you were never meant to live in. My eyes scanned the hallway slowly as I took in every, single, detail. My mind flashed with little snippets of our future daughter; she would be here taking her first steps in this hallway that led down to the kitchen. Killian would have his own office and so would I. She would have a large bedroom overlooking the long garden that sat at the back of the house. Her toy room would be filled with everything you could have ever dreamed of and more. Our bedroom was just across the hallway, a large bedroom with a walk-in wardrobe and huge en-suite that had his and her sinks and a large, walk-in shower.

And if we weren’t living together, we have three spare rooms that Killian could stay in.

“You like?” he asked as we walked into the large, high ceilinged living room. The room had coving wrapped round the top of the wall, the walls were half panelled and painted in a light grey, the top of the walls a crisp white.

“I love,” I turned to face him as I threw myself into his body, wrapping my arms around his torso never wanting to let him go.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“You don’t need to thank me,” he muttered into my hair, his voice low as he accepted my embrace. It took him a moment before he wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly.

“We have a couple more stops,” he whispered as he let me go, “ready?”

I nodded, too stunned to even speak.

He done this for me, for us, and I would never be able to repay him or show him how appreciative and grateful I was.

But I was going to try. I would spend the rest of my life showing him.

That was a promise.





CHAPTER 42





We sat in the restaurant that Killian had booked called Per Se. We were waiting for our drinks while scanning the menu. Killian had taken me to a car show room to show me his new car he had bought. He had chosen a Range Rover SVR. I wouldn’t have said it was particularly practical when it came to fuel, but who was I kidding. He obviously had more money than sense.

“I’m proud of you,” I said quietly, I didn’t want to come across as condescending, but I was proud of him.

I watched as his eyebrows pinched, his jaw clenching as his lips twisted into a smile. “And why is that?”

“Because honestly…” I played with a breadstick, tapping it on the table then rolling it between my fingers, “I didn’t think you would want anything to do with me, or our baby.” I winced a little as I said the words out loud.

“Reese,” he sighed, “even if we were enemies who hated each other, I would have still wanted to be there for you both.” He reached over and took my hand, “but we don’t hate each other, do we?”

I shook my head from side to side. “I just wanted you to know.”

“I am grateful, thank you,” he let go of my hand as he sat back and accepted our drinks from the waiter. Killian had a red wine; I had a soda and lime.

Once he disappeared, I leant forward, stirring my straw into my drink. I felt my cheeks flush as Killian’s gaze burned into mine. My stomach flipped; my heart raced.

“I cannot get the memory out of my head of you sucking my cock under my desk while Adele was sitting on the other side.”

“Killian,” I whisper-hissed at him, looking around the busy restaurant. He let out a throaty laugh, his shoulders shaking as he continued. I slapped his hand, blushing out of embarrassment now.

“Oh, come on, baby. Don’t get embarrassed, it was the best blow job I had ever had. I jerk off to that memory.”

“Oh my god,” I mouthed, covering my face with my hands which only caused him to laugh louder now.

“And then in my house, you on my desk with my tongue buried—”

“Okay! Enough!” I said loudly.

He sat staring at me, his glass pressing against his bottom lip hiding his beautiful smile.

“We shouldn’t be talking about that; we’ve moved on from that… we’re just… friends.”

“Are we?” he asked, leaning forward as he placed his glass on the table.

I swallowed hard, nodding.

“I don’t think we will ever just be friends.” He shook his head, “You can’t deny that you feel the pull and connection I do…”

I ignored him, my breathing fastening; my chest heaving up and down.

“Look how you react to me, how your body reacts… you can’t deny this forever Buttercup,” he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, moving in his chair. His brown pools filling with fire and desire. I pressed my legs together, trying to dull the ache that was growing.