He came

14

Imani locked her eyes into her laptop, trying to reply to all her mails, her eyes ran to her phone and she checked the time, it was few minutes to 10 o’clock. She shut her eyes, then opened ot briefly and looked at where Emily sat, she’s turned off her lights and went home.

“Argh, I told her to go home… Damn! Jaden will be waiting for me at home,” Imani mumbled to herself, packed her things and headed to the company’s garage, where her car is.

Today was really a long day for her, if she hasn’t been prepared for situations like this, it would have been hectic than this.

After the stress she went through at the police custody, she barely ate and her body was only running on the coffee she drank in the morning.

As she dragged her feet on the floor out of the elevator, her heels echoed sharply against the concrete floor of the private underground garage.

She just wanted to go home. To her bed, to her little bundle of joy. Jaden.

Then she lifted her head and she saw him.

Leaning against her matte black Bugatti Chiron, arms crossed, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Killian Morgan

He wasn't looking at his phone, his eyes were on the elevator doors, waiting for her. Even when she came out, he was still staring…at her. was looking right at the elevator doors. Waiting. For her.

Imani stopped dead. Her brows knitted, “What are you doing here?" Her voice was tired, but sharp. "This is a private garage, Killian. You can't just —"

“Let’s get something to eat,” Killan said sticking out his hands “Your keys?” He asked but Imani scoffed and crossed her arms.

“Who are you to tell me that, Killan?” Imani argued.

Killan knew there’s no way he’d get Imani to come with him, he rubbed the back of his hair, "I heard what happened,” he said, his deep voice cutting through the cold garage air.

He pushed off the car and walked towards her. Slowly. “I came because of that,” He ended.

But that only rub salt on Imani’s injury.

"Let me guess. You came to see if the rumors are true? If Shawn Tech is finally falling?" she spat, clutching her bag tighter.

She’s been holding it in all day, her heart is about to explode from what she’s been through today…and what Killan said only let her emotions out.

She bit her lower lips, “..or should I say, you came to confirm if I’m about to steal away your amazing ideas? Since that’s what the news said??”

Killan shut his eyes, massaged his forehead then took a step closer, close enough she could smell his cologne — dark, clean, expensive.

"No," he said quietly. "I came to see if you were fine.”

That made her pause.

Killian's eyes — that impossible grey — scanned her face. The faint dark circles under her eyes, the tight line of her lips that she only got when she was holding everything in.

"You look exhausted, did you get to eat at all? I-” he murmured, trying to touch Imani.

Imani hid way her hands and swallowed hard before saying, "I'm fine," she lied instantly, looking away quickly before she get caught.

Killan leans in, his face right in front of Imani’s face. "Liar. You shook your head ‘no’ while you said you are fine. That’s a lie defect,” he pointed out almost immediately.

Before she could react, he reached out. His fingers barely brushed her cheek, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His touch was warm against her cold skin.

Imani almost lost herself in his gentle touch, then she flinched.

She slapped away his hands "You have no right to touch me. Don’t cross the line, Killan” she warned and was heading to the car. whispered.

"Why not?" Killan suddenly asked. “Why can’t I cross a line?”

"Because I don't need anyone's pity. Especially yours." Imani replied almost immediately.

He let out a low, humorless chuckle. "Pity? Do you really think I pity you?"

He stepped closer, caging her against the concrete pillar without even touching her.

"I was worried sick, Imani,” he admitted, his voice dropping. "When I saw them put you in that police car on the news..."

"So you came to rescue me?" She raised a challenging eyebrow, trying to regain control. "I handled it, Mr. Morgan. I don't need saving."

"I know, Imani Shawn can handle anything and needs no one’s help. " he said, his eyes locked on hers. "That's why I’m here. At least, to get you to eat. Emily told me you didn’t eat since the news broke.”

Silence stretched between them, thick and electric. Imani was dumbfounded for a while, she only stared into his neat handsome face.

That distraction made Killan seize the chance to snatch her car keys from her bag and roll it between his fingers in the air.

Imani got a snap of herself, “What are you doing?! Give me my keys!” Imani snapped but Killan shrugs his shoulders.

He left her side and opening the passenger seat for her, "Get in. I'm taking you home."

Imani stared at the open door, then at him. She can’t believe her ears, “This is my Car. I can take myself home.” She refused.

"Imani." He said her name like a warning and a plea at once. "For once, stop trying to be invincible. Just let me drive you home." Killan persuaded.

Imani Jaw tightened, “Get ready to defend your ideas once again, huh? I won’t let this slide..” Imani grumbled, looking at the car, his outstretched hand.

She grumbled and slid into the passenger seat reluctantly. Killan smile came on in a slow, victorious smirk.

“About my ideas, I’m more than ready to defend it over and over again. That’s what I live for,” He whispered to Imani, smirked.

Imani rolled her eyes.

A smile broke across Killan face, he gently closed the door for her. Imani looked out through the window. After going through such a rough day, her shoulders felt empty unlike in the morning.

Her eyes ran to the rearview, Killan started the car and drove out of the private parking garage.

Imani lost herself again, staring at him from the rearview mirror.

‘He came for her’ those words lingered around.