Sydney Killian flashed me a seductive smile, accepting my open invitation. It didn’t matter that we were dead tired after a long flight. Our need for one another had reached a breaking point. He pressed his chest against my sensitive breasts, and a moan escaped my lips. I had missed him immensely. If this were the Parisian magic, I wouldn’t ever want to go back to LA. His mood didn’t change as his gaze heated further. I could feel his massive erection grinding against me. It fueled a need so strong that I threw caution to the wind and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Kiss me like there’s no tomorrow, Killian.” I closed my eyes, surrendering myself to him. “Make love to me like there’s no tomorrow.” He leaned towards me, his heated breath fanning my face. I didn’t need to open my eyes to know how close he was. “I intend to,” he whispered, his tone raspy with desire. Would there be no tomorrow? I didn’t want to go into that. Time stopped for us, and sounds receded around us. I sa
Sydney It was late when we left the venue. He drove homeward, his scowl gone. It seemed he was in a better frame of mind. This was the first time we were alone since the moment we had reached the venue. I didn’t know what to expect from him anymore. Definitely not miracles. They didn’t happen in my life. To my immense surprise, Killian smirked at me. “I’m glad the wedding went well. Our video has received millions of views in just a few hours! Can you believe it?” I nodded, not interested in those views. What I was interested in was my family’s views on the live telecast! I wished I could know how they reacted when they viewed it. “Was your mission accomplished?” His reaction proved it had, but I wanted to know the details. How had my family not disrupted the wedding? Hadn’t they seen the live telecast?His smirk widened. “What mission?” I groaned. “To announce our wedding to my dad. Has he seen it? He would have sent his goons to stop us if he had seen it.” He smirked, his eyes
SydneyKillian didn’t spend the night with me. I had no idea where he was. After his outburst last night, he just disappeared from his own house. I functioned like an automaton, attending my last fitting and then a forced lunch with Emilia. It was almost evening when my phone buzzed with a message from Killian.Be ready at 7. We’re going to Knox’s house. – Killian.I didn’t reply. What was the use? He didn’t ask me. He just ordered me to be ready. I didn’t know why he was planning the wedding party if he hated me so much. Maybe I could ask him and cancel the party if possible. With only three days left, was it even possible to cancel it?I was ready in a simple black sheath dress when Killian walked into the house. His gaze swept over me for a second before he shuttered it. “Five minutes.” That was all he spoke before heading to the closet to get his clothes.I nodded and walked out of the room, feeling claustrophobic in his presence. The difference between us seemed to multiply with
SydneyI hadn’t expected Killian to arrange such a grand wedding. Every time I asked Avery Holmes, the wedding planner, to scale it down, she refused. “Mr. Barlowe insisted on having it this way.” I wouldn’t know since Killian and I hardly met in the last three days. He stayed back at the office while Emilia gave me company at home. With a team of bodyguards tailing us everywhere and reporting to him, I felt claustrophobic. Why did they have to follow us everywhere? I had more freedom when we were traveling abroad than at home. I hated LA now. “So, how’s the venue so far?” Avery gave us a tour of the most spacious and luxurious event space I had ever seen in LA. Set amidst 4 acres of private gated property, Glenbrook Banquets offered more than we needed. There was a 10,000 square ft. ballroom with outdoor ceremony space to cater to almost 5000 guests. I had no idea who Killian had invited apart from his friends. From my side, it was just Emilia so far. Had he invited my family? I
Killian I gaped at my PA, Hector Young, as I waited in my office for Philippe Bardot to show up. “What do you mean he won’t show up today? Didn’t his PA call to inform about his visit today?” I was fuming already. After Hector’s frantic call last night, I hadn’t been able to sleep a wink. I wondered why Philippe Bardot wanted to come over to the office on a Saturday. Did he know I had returned with Sydney? If he knew, wouldn’t he have come over to my house to get her? No, this had to be about something else. “Mr. Bardot’s PA, James Caldwell, has canceled the meeting scheduled for today, sir. He has cited no reasons whatsoever.” Hector gave me an apologetic look while I rose to leave the office.It had been a total waste of time since morning. Tony and a few other trusted employees had come over to the office to face Mr. Bardot. Now, after eight hours, he canceled it without explanation. I didn’t like the look of things. What exactly was he planning? “Thank you, Hector. Update us
SydneyAs the car sped down the familiar roads of LA, memories of that fateful night kept haunting me. I clutched Killian’s arm, scooting closer to him for comfort. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to stop myself from facing reality. It seemed my father and his goons would attack us anytime and take me away with them. A tremor rocked my body, and he wrapped his arm around me.I looked up at his brooding face. His mood had drastically changed ever since we landed in LA. Was he thinking the same thing as me?“I’m scared, Killian. I hope Dad doesn’t find out we’re back.”He sighed and looked down at me. “It’s time to face him, Sydney. Don’t be afraid. We’ve done nothing wrong.” He hesitated as if wanting to say more, but checked himself at the last minute.“I know, but Dad never forgives. He punishes those who disobey him.” A shudder went up my body, knowing the type of punishment I would get. It would be a slow death like my mom got.“Neither do I.” He looked ahead with a grim look on hi