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A year and half Chapter 13
Hope When the knock first sounded on the door, I didn't bother getting off the couch because I was currently elbowed deep in scooping my ice cream and pizza combo, and at this juncture, nothing was worth putting it down for. But when the knocking persisted, I forced myself up, feeling a slight pang in my belly which must have come from vomiting half the day. You know, most women finished with morning sickness and nausea after the first two months. Not me, I still woke up every day feeling like I had the flu. Brushing my hair out of my face, I walked to the front door, silently praying it wasn't my landlady coming to get me. I heaved out a soft exhale and opened the door and one look at the person standing in front of it made my stomach churn in a not-so-pleasant way. "What are you doing here?" "Well, I—" he started but paused when his eyes lowered to my chest. And then his brows cocked up inquisitively. "Why are your tits like that?" I looked down at my
A year and half Chapter 14
When Killian broke away from my lips, he didn't pull away, instead, a smug smile crawled on his lips at the sight of my brother's perplexed face."Hey," he proceeded. "You must be..." He wrinkled his forehead as though it was a difficult thing to remember. "Ah yes! Scott is it? It's a great pleasure meeting you again, although I'd hoped we'd met in a much different circumstance."I bit the inside of my cheek and slowly peeked to the side. One look at Scott's horrified expression made my gut tighten. I turned away swiftly, attempting to tug my body away from Killian's but he didn't relent."What the fuck is this?" The grocery bags in his hand dropped to the ground with a thud, his eyes narrowing to slits as he stormed towards us.Shit."Killian, let me go." I urged, trying to break free from his grasp but he held me tight. "Killian he's going to —"Before I could as much as get my words out, I was pushed away to the side, left to watch as my brother threw all of his weight behind a pun
A year and half Chapter 15
KillianI was certain I had officially lost my mind.That was the only plausible reason for my behavior today.Fuck. I was such an idiot; a fucked up moron who kissed the woman he swore he hated and what's more fucked up was that I couldn't stop thinking of the other places I wanted to kiss her. The need to taste her, to smell of her, the feel of her so close against me had gotten so out of control that it was almost unmanageable. It was sick and so fucked up, and now to fuck it up, even more, she was in the hospital after passing out, leaving me propped against the wall of the private ward while watching her shitface of a brother prance around with both hands pulling his hair in a clear show of frustration. "Relax will you," I hissed in annoyance. "You're making me fucking dizzy," "It's all my fault," he panicked, cursing under his breath like a crazed man. I rolled my eyes and pushed myself off the wall. While his protectiveness and loyalty toward Hope fascinated me, it didn't
A year and half Chapter 16
HopeScott poured me a glass of vitamin water and handed it to me. "How'd you sleep?" He asked. I propped my elbows on the kitchen counter and took a large gulp. "I feel sick." He smiled. "I'm sorry, baby. Is that what you go through every day, the vomiting thing?" I sighed and took another chug at my water. "That's just half of it." He pulled out the chair next to me and sat. "Don't you think it's best to skip the charity event if you don't feel good? You need to be resting full time." I shook my head. "It's fine. I can manage." "You're still adamant about telling mum about your wedding tonight, aren't you?" A sinking feeling weighed heavily in my belly. I sighed a little. It'd been almost a week since we last saw or spoke to each other. I felt like the worse daughter on planet earth. "It's the only chance I'll get and sooner or later, she's going to see it somewhere." He nodded. "That's true but just try as much as possible to s
A year and half Chapter 17
KillianI readjusted my bow tie and tugged my sleek white tuxedo the moment I arrived in front of Hope's apartment door. "Hope?" I knocked, eager to see her for a reason I didn't fully understand.I guess I was just a little jiggy to drink her in the outfit I had picked out for her since I had never really done this for any woman before. With Megan, it was straightforward. She liked to do her own shopping and always questioned my fashion taste whenever I went out of my way to get her clothes, shoes, and accessories, so I stopped and just handed her my credit card instead.I shook her thoughts away from my head instantly. Right now, my main focus was on Hope and my child. When a minute passed and she still didn't open, I stepped forward and knocked again. "I'm sorry. Give me a minute!" Her voice boomed from inside the room, the shuffling noises indicating that she was pacing around quickly. I glanced at my watch. We were already running behind schedule. I groaned, leaning forward
A year and half Chapter 18
Hope Between the smell of seafood and rich upstate lobbyists gloating about how they successfully cheated on their wives and got away with it, I didn't know which nauseated me the most. Nonetheless, after counting to ten in my head, I got up from the table I'd been sitting on and decided to take a breather because something about watching Maria stab the lobster meat with her fork and pry the shell open made my stomach turn in ways it shouldn't. I wasn't a big fan of seafood and my pregnancy only intensified the need to throw up. Excusing myself, I took the elevator up to the grand terrace where I leaned over the banister for a fresh breath. The skyline was beautiful—absolutely magnificent. I always loved how the blue haze of day fell and lifted to reveal the stars. It was euphoric—as if God had singlehandedly sprinkled glitters upon the most perfect of black portraits. I smiled, feeling the wind blow my hair into a tousled mane as I reminisced back to the days of
A year and half Chapter 19
Killian hadn't spoken much to me since we drove to the airport and got into his private jet. I didn't pry. I didn't think I needed to. I could only guess that he was still upset about yesterday since he'd left me alone at the party and went home. But I had the right to be upset too you know. I mean, if he hadn't played the asshole dictator role with me, I wouldn't have had to say those words. Notwithstanding this, we ended up both ignoring each other and I whiled away my time by reading one of the many novels I'd packed for this trip. It wasn't until he pulled out a small brown briefcase and slapped it open with a loud click on the table that I finally looked up from page 34 of Elle Kennedy's novel, claimed."This is our backstory." He slapped the flat document down on the table.Well, look who finally decided to speak."Where we met, how we fell in love, how I proposed, our acquaintances, etcetera." He continued.I dropped my novel and picked up the paper. "I take it you've already
A year and half Chapter 20
As we walked through the marbled hallway and entered our room, my jaw dropped. Holy, It was spacious and beautiful and moderately designed. The downside, however, was that I was going to be sharing it with Killian. I stared at the bed. The knowledge we'd be squished together rattled my nerves. It took only his lips on mine to shake me. What if I rolled over in my sleep and my fingers accidentally touched something? What if he decided to rile me up by flirting in bed? What if he was a naked sleeper? Irritation bit me from the ridiculous situation and the realization that it couldn't be helped. We needed to keep the guise going and I couldn't afford any room for slip-ups. Once the helpers were done and they'd left, I turned to him. "We might be sharing this room but I'm not sharing a bed with you." He turned, peeling off the first piece of his suit. "I don't bite, Hope. Well, not unless you want me to." I rolled my eyes. "I'll sleep on the couch." "You'
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