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2026-06-05 21:57:06Elena Carson
The first time Killian Davenport broke my heart, I was thirteen years old. The second time happened tonight when his sister looked up from her phone and casually said, “My brother is back.” That was barely an hour ago, and my heart still hasn’t recovered. I swallow hard, staring at the pile of clothes scattered across my closet like they can somehow save me. I planned to wear something simple tonight, jeans and a cute blouse, for Nora’s birthday party. It’s basically the safe and invisible option I always pick for any outing. But the moment Nora dropped that bomb, everything changed. Because if Killian is really back in New York after so many years, I don’t want to look like the awkward little girl he used to ignore. I want to look… God, I don’t even know what I want. I just know my hands are shaking as I grab the black corset dress Nora gifted me months ago for my twentieth birthday. “He’s not coming to the party,” I remind myself, trying to breathe. Nora said he’s with their father. Thank God. I do feel relieved. So why does it feel like something in my chest just tightened? I swallow hard, and for a second I hate how easily my mind drifts back to thirteen years old me, crying into my pillow because he left without even saying goodbye while I desperately stared at photos of him I'd stolen from Nora’s drawer. God! If I can just survive this party and disappear into the new semester on Monday, I can keep pretending I’m over him. But deep down, I know the truth. I’ve never been over Killian Davenport. A sharp knock on my bedroom door startles me. “Elena! Are you still not ready?” Nora bursts into the room, looking like a goddess in a short silver dress. Her long dark hair is styled in a perfect bun, and she has that rich-girl glowy skin that turns heads everywhere she goes. “I’m almost done,” I lie. Nora flops onto my bed, narrowing her eyes at me. “Girl, you’re acting strange. This is my birthday. What’s going on with you?” I force a laugh and slip out of my shirt. “Nothing. So… Killian really isn’t showing up tonight?” “Nah, he’s with Dad.” She shrugs. “You know how he gets.” The relief hits me so hard my knees almost buckle. But right behind it comes something that feels dangerously like disappointment. I hate myself for it. Nora suddenly pulls me to the dresser and pushes me into the chair. “By the way, I saw him a few months ago in London. He’s still the same, stupidly hot and annoyingly broody.” She smirks at me through the mirror as she starts doing my makeup. “I love him, but I don’t need him stealing the spotlight at my party.” My chest squeezes painfully tight. Of course they’re close. Nora visits him every summer. She even begged me to come with her last year, but I made up some lame excuse. Now part of me can’t stop wondering what would have happened if I’d gone. I stop thinking altogether. Thinking about Killian Davenport has never once led anywhere good for me. Instead, I focus on my reflection when Nora steps back. The black corset dress clings to every curve, pushing my breasts up and stopping dangerously high on my thighs. My long dark hair cascades over my shoulders, and the makeup Nora did made my eyes look bigger, darker… almost seductive. I look good. I immediately tug the hem down. “Stop that!” Nora smacks my hand away. “You look fucking hot.” She shoves a pair of heels at me. “Put these on. We’re late, and Sydney doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” Ten minutes later, we were speeding toward the club in her flaming red Porsche whose name is also Sydney. Nora is talking excitedly about the guest list, the DJ, and how tonight is going to be legendary. She warns me again not to bring up her father who’s also the reason Killian has finally come back after seven long years. I nod and laugh at the right moments, but inside, all I can think about is him. Please don’t let him show up tonight. We finally pull up in front of the Elites Club. I take a deep breath, but it does nothing to calm the storm inside my chest. My pulse is so loud I can feel it in my throat. Nora steps out first, glowing with excitement. I follow, legs shaky, silently cursing myself. Get it together, Elena. I’m usually the calm one. The collected one. Not this nervous, unraveling mess. The moment we walk inside, the loud music hits me like a wall. Bodies grind together under flashing blue and purple lights. The air smells like perfume, alcohol, and heat. I pinch my arm hard, trying to ground myself as I follow Nora through the crowd toward the VIP section. I force a smile when we reach her friends. Some I recognize, most I don’t. Nora greets everyone with hugs and laughter while I quietly sit in the corner, nursing my drink, fingers tapping nervously against my thigh. After a while, Nora drags me to the dance floor. I really try to lose myself in the music. I take two shots, then a third. For a few blissful minutes, it almost works. Until the thirst hits. “I’ll be right back,” I shout over the music, slipping away before Nora can follow. I push through the sea of bodies toward the bar, my heart still hammering from the alcohol and nerves. “One cranberry vodka, please…” My voice dies instantly. There, leaning casually against the sleek marble counter with a glass of whiskey in his hand, is Killian Davenport. Much taller than I remember. He’s wearing a tailored black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing strong forearms and hints of tattoos I’ve never seen before. His jet-black hair is slightly messy. His jaw is sharp enough to cut glass, and those intense grey eyes scan the crowd with lazy indifference. The years have turned him into something dangerous. The quiet, untouchable older brother I once worshipped from afar now looks like a man who could destroy me without even trying. His gaze drifts across the room… and then stops. On me. My heart stops. He wasn’t supposed to be here tonight.
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Elena Carson I close the album carefully.The woman behind the counter smiles at me.“It’s lovely.”“Thank you.”“Is it a gift?”“Yes.”“For someone special?”I look down at the cover.“Very special.”She wraps the album in tissue paper and places it back in the bag. I thank her again, pay for the work, and carry it to the car.Once I’m outside, I call a cab and get in. For a moment, I consider opening it again.I don’t.Instead, I give the driver the address.He’s waiting for me when I arrive, standing in the living room with his phone in one hand and a look of mild impatience on his face.“There you are.”I check the time. “I’m not late.”“I didn’t say you were.”“You looked like you were about to file a missing-person report.”“I was considering it.”I set my bag down and walk straight into his arms.He catches me easily, one hand settling at my waist while the other comes up to cradle the back of my head.“Hello, baby,” he murmurs against my hair.“Hi.”He kisses my forehead,
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Elena Carson By four thirty in the afternoon, I have checked the time so many times that I’m beginning to suspect my phone is doing it on purpose.Every time I look at the screen, the numbers seem to mock me.Four thirty-two.Four thirty-five.Four thirty-eight.I have exactly one hour left at Holland Enterprise, and for once, I am not thinking about the report sitting on my desk, the emails I still need to answer, or the list of things my supervisor expects me to finish before the end of the week.I’m thinking about Killian’s suitcase.More specifically, I’m thinking about the fact that tomorrow morning, he will close it, leave his penthouse, and get on a plane to England.Tomorrow.I’ve been aware of the countdown for days. I’ve watched it approach while pretending I can handle it, and I can. I still can. I’ve gone to work, completed assignments, laughed with my colleagues, and spent my evenings with him. I haven’t abandoned my responsibilities or spent every waking hour asking him
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Killian DavenportWe leave a little later, after Elena has promised my mother she’ll visit again soon.Barbara hugs her at the door and holds on for an extra moment.“You know you’re always welcome here,” she tells her. “You don’t have to wait for an invitation.”“I know.”“And if you need anything, anything at all, you call me.”Elena smiles. “I will.”My mother kisses her forehead, then steps back.I watch Elena’s face as we walk toward the car. She is thoughtful, but not upset.“What?” I ask when we’re inside.She buckles her seat belt. “Your mother was being unusually affectionate.”“She has always been affectionate.”“More than usual.”“Perhaps she likes you.”Elena turns to stare at me.“Perhaps?”“I’m still gathering evidence.”She smacks my shoulder.I laugh and start the engine.She remains quiet for a moment, looking out through the windshield.Then she turns back to me.“Did you ask her to look out for me?”I could lie. It would be easy enough, and she would probably know i
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Killian Davenport By the time we visit my mother, the reality of my departure has become part of the ordinary rhythm of our days.Not a shadow hanging over every conversation. Not something Elena and I have to keep examining to make sure it hasn’t changed shape overnight.It is simply there.I have arrangements to finish. She has work to do. We have evenings together, and we make the most of them without pretending we can stop time.I take her to see Barbara in the late afternoon.Elena knows where we’re going before we reach the house because she recognizes the turn onto the familiar street.“Your mother said she wanted to see me,” she says, looking at me.“She did.”“When did she tell you that?”“Yesterday.”“And you didn’t think to tell me?”“I didn’t realize I needed your permission to visit my mother.”She turns toward me slowly.I keep my expression neutral.“You’re going to regret saying that.”“I’m already regretting it.”She smiles triumphantly and reaches for my hand as
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Killian Davenport The next few days settle into a rhythm that feels surprisingly ordinary.Elena goes to Holland Enterprise every morning, returning in the evenings with stories about the people she works with, the things she has been asked to do, and the small victories she seems determined to pretend aren’t victories at all.On Monday, she tells me she has been given responsibility for preparing a report.On Tuesday, she tells me she has finished it.On Wednesday, she informs me that her supervisor has asked her to assist with another project.I look up from my laptop. “That’s good.”“I know.”“Then why do you look suspicious?”“Because I think they’re testing me.”“They probably are.”Her mouth falls open.I close my laptop halfway, giving her my full attention. “You’re an intern, Elena. They’re going to give you work, observe how you handle it, and decide whether you’re capable of taking on more. That’s generally how internships work.”“I know how internships work
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Killian Davenport I clench my jaw and stay silent, but my cock is fully hard now, pressing against the front of my trousers. She sees it. Of course she does. Her eyes flick down, linger, and that smile widens.She reaches behind her back. The bra unhooks. She holds the cups against her chest for a second longer than necessary, teasing, before letting it fall. Her breasts spill free, full, soft, nipples already tight. She walks to the bed, climbs on, and sits against the headboard with her legs loosely bent. Across from me. Perfect view.Then she cups them.Both hands. Thumbs brushing over her nipples in slow circles. She pinches lightly, rolls them between her fingers, and a soft sound slips out of her throat. My hands tighten on the arms of the chair. My cock throbs, heavy and aching.She looks straight at me while she does it.“You’re not allowed to touch,” she whispers. “Not yet.”I groan low in my chest. She immediately presses a finger to her lips.“Shh. Don’t move.”I stay
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