Two days later,
“I never really got to thank you for what you did for Rory,” Phoebe’s voice draws Keenan out of the deep thought his mind has cast him into in the last half hour and he gives her space to seat on the seat close to him.
Rory had gone back to Taylor's home to patch things up with her and, after waiting at her gate and getting no response. He could have left when he saw the cloud forming. He knew he needed to leave, but he had to stay because he had told Taylor he wasn’t leaving until he got the chance to talk to her.
He never got the chance to talk to her and so he didn’t leave... At least not until he lost consciousness.
Keenan had brought Rory to the hospital after finding him unconscious in the heavy rain outside of Taylor's home, where he suspected Rory had gone after he came to the hotel and realised he was gone.
After Rory got admitted and they run tests on him. They found out that t
Brushing aside an odd sensation of uneasiness, Vary gets down from the taxi as it comes to a stop in front of the hospital. The nervousness grows within her as she walks in, as she wonders what Keenan might say to her when he sees her. She wonders if Keenan would even want to see her, knowing she was the one who left him days ago. Rejection is the last thing she can take right now, and she fears that’s what she’s going to get and she immediately turns back to leave, only to collide with a young man who is also running up the hospital stairs. Vary loses her balance and almost falls to the ground, but for the young man’s brawny arms. Their eyes meet and Vary notices his brownish blonde hair having the side-blown style, his blue eyes and from what she sees, she can tell he’s in his early twenties, but his pencils beard makes it hard to tell the exact age. He helps her back on her feet and she blushes in embarrassment as he gives her a care
Twelve years ago... Keenan stepped into his apartment after returning from basketball practice, looking all sweaty and hungry. His first thought was shower, then food, but as soon as he stepped into the apartment, the heavenly smell he smelt from the kitchen made him want to change his mind. He would have said there was a girl over, but he knew how good his roommate and best friend, Rory, was at cooking. This was his doing, and Keenan wasn’t sure he would bathe before eating as he had earlier planned. As he threw his bag onto the sofa and almost sat, he remembered he had a date with Phoebe later in the day, so he had to get ready. He didn’t want to end up going to see her late and knew Phoebe wouldn’t appreciate that either. Although today made it four months since they started dating, Keenan had never gotten the chance to tell his best friend that he was dating his sister. He always freaked out whenever he had tried to tell him the truth. He never planned to fall in love with Phoe
Keenan’s POV A week later... After Rory got discharged from the hospital, I helped take him home, trying to make sure he would be safe and okay in my absence. “For the last time, Keenan, I’ll be fine.” Rory tells me frankly, as I follow him into the house, “you are worse than a worrisome girlfriend. Hope you know.” He tells me grumpily. “You’ve done enough, you need rest.” I roll my eyes, “Coming from someone who was making wedding preparation on the hospital bed, I’d gladly take the advice.” I sarcastically remark with a snort. “Well, that was different.” Rory argues and I raise a brow at him, “I did that because I was and I am still eager to get married and settle down and make a family with Taylor and Reign, but you need to go home and spend the night with your wife.” Hearing Rory refer to Vary as my wife brings alive a feeling I once thought I lost, which is the ability to own someone or something. With Vary, I always feel like I’m
After dressing up for work in a three-piece brown suit, I make my way downstairs to grab breakfast before leaving for work. As I walk down the stair, unlike usual, I see Vary dressed in a red skirt and a black three-piece suit with her full curly hair on full display, sitting on the dining table and sipping her cup of creamed coffee delicately. I would have explained in details how impeccably breathtaking she is if I didn’t see that she was as dressed for work just as I am. She seems to sense my presence and turns her attention to me. “Good morning, Keenan,” she greets, and a wide grin, which almost looks like a mocking gesture, plasters on her face. “Morning?” I reply still suspicious about this entire morning dressing thing, “Are you going somewhere?” She nods her head affirmatively. “I’m going to work.” Now I feel like she’s trying to mock me. I walk to the table and take my sit next to her position and pour myself a cup of creamed
When I arrive back home, I turn off the car and just as I get down from the car I notice that Vary’s car isn’t in the car park yet and my heart throbs as I wonder; what if she had changed her mind about the date as the day went on? What if she has a lot of work and assignments and she can’t bail? And what if she doesn’t want to bail from that work and would rather hang me to dry? Never in my life have I been so unsure and insecure, but that’s exactly what Varisha can do to me, and I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse. I make my way to the door and I’m about to go in when Vary drives in with her car and turning it off after properly parking it; she gets down. Relief and happiness wash over me as I see her and my face breaks into a ridiculous grin, only composing myself when she raises a brow at me. I silently stare at her as she walks up to me with a smirk, whispering into my ears, “Didn’t think I’d be late, d
“The dinner was lovely, Keenan. I enjoyed myself.” Vary tells me as we walk towards the door to her room and she unhooks her arm from mine. After we finished eating, I took Varisha out for a walk on the top of the Royal City restaurant where we spent the next hours talking and getting to know her even better. Even little things matter if we are hoping to make this work. I don’t want to assume that I know her because I only know twenty per cent and so that assumption would be completely absurd. I’d like to hear from the girl herself. I asked questions while she answered some of my questions about her favourite food, favourite holiday and a little more about her than I already know, which was amazing, and I have to say I’ve fallen even more in love with her. It was Vary’s idea to return home early to get enough rest and be early for work tomorrow and even though I didn’t like the idea; I respected her decision.
When my eyes open again, I find myself in a bathtub and although my eyes are kind of blur, I can hear the voices of both Rebecca and Judith and hands all over my body, washing and scrubbing me. Fear rises in me, not for being naked or being washed, but for what I might have done subconsciously. My body shakes violently and I struggle to get out of the tub even when I see nothing. “Mr Hilton, please stay still. We are almost through with bathing you.” I Judith’s voice comes up to say as she fetches a bowl of warm water and pours it onto my head without warning me and I gasp out taking deep breaths and almost choking. “Queste persone vogliono uccidermi (These people want to kill me),” I mumble out. I wipe my face open quickly to ask, “Where’s Vary?” “Mrs Hilton said she had a meeting with the board and we should bathe you and help you sober up,” Rebecca explains, taking t
I walk back to the study and the three of my new crew are all busy on their laptops. George sees me and he stops working on his laptop and gets up. “Man, that’s your wife?” he asks with wide and unbelievable eyes. I frown at his sudden question and his ridiculous facial reactions, but “Yea,” I nod in reply. “Now I get why you’re not ready to let her go. If in the future I have a wife like that, I would kill any man that does as much as smiles at her. Can I say she’s a genuine delight? like seriously, she’s a living walking goddess!” My teeth clench hard in jealousy, “No you can’t, but you already said that, haven’t you? And if you weren’t helping me ruin her stupid date with that douche you’d probably be dead too.” I snap harshly. “How do you know he’s a douche?” Tina asks, suddenly looking up from her phone at me. I roll my