Killian
My life was pretty easygoing. Wanted a Rolls-Royce Sweptail? I got a Rolls-Royce Sweptail. Wanted to spend a month in Switzerland? I spent a month in Switzerland. Wanted a penthouse apartment with a view of the big city? I bought a penthouse apartment.
For as long as I could remember, I lived my life how I wanted— controlling the outcomes and everything else that revolved around it—but recently everything was starting to fall out of place and it began about the time that woman with the body of the devil and face of an angel walked into my office.
I tried but I just couldn't understand why such a woman intrigued me. I usually preferred my women glamorous and stylish with confidence and experience and a heavily endowed body to go with it. Hope sterling was none of that. She was timid and plain and too innocuous for my liking, and after that night, she should've been out of my head and long-forgotten but up until this very moment, she taunted my mind with an intoxicating tempo that nearly drove me mad. And right now, I should've been paying more attention to the brunette rocking back and forth on my cock but my mind had been preoccupied with other things.
I let out a sudden sigh of frustration and ran both fingers through my hair. Nope. This wasn't working. I thought maybe rebound sex with the most beautiful woman I could find at the strip club would clear my head and cure me of my idiotic longing but it didn't.
"That's enough." I gruffed, holding her hips to stop her movements.
She panted open-mouthed, streaks of sweat trickling down her milky skin. Her doe eyes leveled onto mine and her brows rose in question. "Am I doing something wrong? Don't you like it?"
My cock strained inside her, ready to take, not caring about the intense mind fuck phase I was in. "I do. I'm just not in the right state of mind."
"Why? What's bothering you?"
I groaned. I couldn't possibly tell her I was worried because some fling I had great sex with and had been thinking about for the past months was now back in my life and claiming to be pregnant for me. "It's not something I want to talk about."
"Alright then, I won't push for it but you brought me here for a reason." She began to move again, making it harder to think.
"Rosey, I said—"
"Please." She implored, grasping my shoulders in an attempt to hold on. "You're still very much hard inside me. Please let me do this, I promise I can make you feel better."
My willpower writhed with every movement she made. I groaned. Maybe I could just enjoy this and try harder to forget.
"I'll take it from here." I held her hips in place and thrust my cock into her more deeply than she was willing to take me and she arched, crying out my name.
I didn't stop.
I fucked her almost too brutally, taking pleasure in the hard skin-slapping-skin sounds that filled my room.
"Oh fuck! Yes right there!" Her nails dug into my shoulder, her eyes squeezing shut. "I'm so close."
The pace of my upward thrust increased. I buried myself deeper, over and over, the violence bringing her close to tears and me close to orgasm. "Fuck." I spanked her ass, feeling my gut tighten with pleasure, and I continued to spank and fuck her until her ass was bright red and she was screaming and wriggling on my cock—until we both succumbed to our orgasm, breathing heavily.
It took a moment to catch my breath. When it returned to normalcy, I slipped out of her and discarded the condom wrap. She was still a panting mess.
I clambered out of bed and picked up my briefs from where she'd thrown them in a hurry to take me into her mouth.
A knock sounded on my bedroom door right about the moment I slipped back into it.
"Sir." My housekeeper, Maggie spoke from behind the door. "One of your employees, Jerry just arrived and is requesting to see you."
Jerry?
That was quick.
I hadn't expected him to be back with the task until tomorrow. But then again, considering he once worked with the CIA I wasn't too surprised.
Rosey rolled onto her back. "Does that mean we're done?"
I padded over to my large dresser and picked out one of my robes. "Yes. You should leave." I tossed it on. "I'll call the club and have you rewarded for your service." I didn't wait for her to reply. I opened the door and walked out, descending the flight of stairs to my study where Jerry waited for me with a smoothie cup in his hand.
"Evening boss."
"Yeah, evening," I answered gruffly as I walked over to my large leather chair and crashed in it with a sigh of exhaustion leaving my lips. "What do you have for me?"
He tossed a brown envelope on my desk. I reached for it and felt my heart clench when I pulled out a grayscale photo of Hope.
"So I called in a favor from my friend in central intelligence and he was able to help me out with this." He told me. "Everything you need to know about her is in her file but I'll save you the stress and just read the summarized version out for you."
I reached for the bottle of whiskey already placed on my desk and poured a generous amount into the crystal glass before tilting my head back to drain the contents in one swallow. "Go on then."
"So, Hope Sterling, or Rosabella if you like." He started. "Let's see. Born in August 1995 in South Carolina, she lived with her mum and brother there up until 2014 when they relocated to San Francisco. Seems like her father was never in the picture."
He sipped his smoothie.
"Her mother works as a nurse. Her half-brother is married and he runs a small-scale company. You've both worked on a project together. Didn't end well I take it since he left a negative review on the company's website. Something about you being a big ******* and *******"
He cleared his throat. "Back to Hope. She finished community college three years ago but hasn't found a good-paying job so she works at a local diner, their food is terrible by the way. She lives in a small condo in Bay-view and hasn't been able to pay her rent for the past two months. She has a best friend, Lesley who also works at the diner. She had a boyfriend once but that was two years ago."
My brow rose. "Why did they break up."
"He cheated."
Typical. I poured myself another glass and kicked it back. "Proceed."
He nodded and continued.
"On her off days, she's usually home. Her Internet search history mainly consists of random searches and well." A little smirk highlighted on his face. "She has a very unique taste in porn."
I scrunched my nose and he chuckled. "Most times when she's not home, she's helping her brother watch the kids. She doesn't have many male friends in her life." He finally closed the case file. "Well, that's all I could find."
I leaned back into my chair and heaved out a breath. This was definitely an earful. "I need you to do me a favor."
"Anything for you, boss."
"Set up a discreet meeting with Mrs. Sterling."
"Mrs. Sterling. Got it. Anything else?"
I shook my head. "You can leave now."
"Alright! See you at the office, boss." He saluted with two fingers above his brows and walked out whilst leaving me to the silence as I stared down at Hope's photo.
A unique taste in porn huh?
HopeRejection tasted bitter in my mouth. It'd been two days but it still lingered. I groaned as I dragged myself out of the comforts of my bed and headed to the kitchen for some much-needed coffee. I'd probably need some ice too if I wanted to look anyway respectable for work. And yes I knew taking coffee wasn't healthy considering I was pregnant but a cup never hurt anyone. I slumped on the kitchen counter as I filled my mug. Today I was dragging, I'd drained myself from staying up last night. I shouldn't have stayed past my bedtime reading but it was the only solace I could find at that hour and I totally had to find out what happened to Ace after Sofia...you know... I was paying for it now. Soon enough, I arrived at work and got behind the booth. I tossed on my work outfit and began my shift even though it felt as though I was going to pass out any minute. According to the brochure I acquired from the hospital, my morning sickness shouldn't have been ge
Killian"Does he have to be in here?" Hope asked, glaring at me as I plopped down on the stool at the other side of the exam table. The tech tossed her an odd look. "Isn't he your husband?"Husband? Was this woman blind or did she not see the way we irritated each other?"I do not have all day, please proceed and stop listening to whatever this crazy woman is saying." I scowled, fidgeting with my watch, twisting it back and forth. It was my nervous habit, and right now I was pretty nervous. "You're the crazy one," Hope muttered, laying straight on the exam table. I ignored her."Cute couples," the woman chuckled, shaking her head in muse as she draped a blanket over her thighs and lifted her dress to squirt ultrasound gel all over her belly. As she began to move the transducer around, I kept my eyes focused on the TV screen mounted high on the wall in front of me. At first, it was just a blur of black and white. I was calm, there was nothing to worry about. But when she stopped m
"I'm going to be a father." I dodged out of the way the moment Brad's drink broke out of his mouth in a spray that stained the wooden bar and the tender who quickly came down with a rag like he had expected nothing less. "What the fuck!" My blonde-haired friend exclaimed, wiping away the moisture with the back of his hand as he doubled over to release a burst of deep boisterous laughter that made curious heads turn our way, and maybe if I wasn't in such a horrid state of dilemma, I would have found it comical enough to laugh too, but I was.Apparently, rock bottom had a basement and I was currently living in it.I picked up my translucent glass, frustration nibbling on the edges of my nerves as I gulped down a mouthful.Frankly, there was a part of me that wasn't happy about it. Knocking Hope up was the last thing I wanted to do and it wasn't helping my case that I craved having her again. I leaned back into my leather chair and fiddled with my watch. All day long I hadn't been abl
HopeAs Killian had said, his driver showed up exactly on time and picked me up. The evening air was brisk and breezy and the traffic downtown was heavy no surprise.When the car finally pulled up in front of a towering building, I quickly thanked him, stepped out, and brushed my hands nervously over my skirt. The moment the doorman ushered me into the softly lit expensive restaurant, a model-thin beautiful waiter dressed in native Chinese apparel approached me."Ms. Sterling, the gentleman is waiting for you."I smiled, gripping my beaded purse more tightly in my moist hand as I stepped forward.The waiter led me down a dark hall that had a walkway lined with tall bamboo trees. We passed an opening to a large seating area and once we reached the end of the hall, she opened a door and motioned for me to step. Cautions, I nodded a thank you and entered. It was a small room widely decorated with flowers and Chinese lanterns.It didn't take long for me to spot Killian. He sat leg-cross
KillianMy office was a warzone. They kept coming in herds; the interview requests, emails concerning wedding bookings, bouquets of congratulatory flowers, and worst of all, constant calls from my stepmother."Killian? Are you still there?" She inquired from three thousand miles away in Ireland and I pinched the bridge of my nose, regretting why I canceled my lunch meeting just to hear her blab about things that concerned my supposed wedding. "Yes, mother," I answered groggily, still a bit woozy from waking up with a raging hangover."You need to bring her home, your father wants the wedding here, you know how traditional he can be.""Mother." I took a deep breath, willing myself to calm down. "For the tenth time, I have heard all you said and will discuss this with my fiancee. Rest assured, you will hear from us soon.""How soon, I need to meet this girlfriend of yours and see if she's well suited for you.""Soon mother, soon." Irritation pricked at me. "I have to go now, I am busy
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
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
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