—Killian— Fuck i shouldn't have acted like that i pushed too far too soon. I should've known that a fast approach wasn't the way to go, not after the way I hurt her. But I can't help myself whenever she's close my body calls out to her and I know she feels it too. But she doesn't want to that's why she's pushing me away. How dare she assume I’m just like everyone else. I might have been young and foolish, but I loved her like no other man could. I’ve fucked-up so many times that I’ll admit now, I just need a final chance to make things right. Until she tells me tonight’s all one big mistake. You’re nothing to me. I’m marrying him. I lean against the wall, willing her hurtful words to stop. The lack of her presence is leaving a huge ache inside me, rubbing the self-inflicted wound inside my chest. I need to let her go, just for tonight. Maybe I’m pushing her, but I don’t know what else to do. She isn’t a business deal, and

—Lena— My eyes spring open, the sun still shining directly into my face. Turning to my side, I lift my phone to check the time. Nine o’clock. My screen is full of notifications—four text messages and a slew of emails. The first two are from Eric. Eric: Lunch at Mahjong House at noon. We need to talk. Crap, what have I done? I suddenly feel an urge to vomit, thinking I can’t remember things for a very good reason. Racing toward the bathroom, I topple over the toilet, dry retching as nothing comes out. Peeling myself off the cold tiles, I drag myself back to bed and check my phone again. Eric: Kate will be there, she said she's coming with someone named Lachlan, but she is meeting us at 12:30. Don’t be late! I laugh, regretting it almost immediately as my head spins violently. It’d been a long time since I drank that much, and I vow never to touch tequila ever again. The next message is from an unknown numbe

—Killian— I was texting with Lena last night but seeing as she didn't reply to my last text I assumed that she must have fallen asleep. I waited for a few hours to see if she would respond but when she didn't I finally fell into a fitful sleep for like four hours. I check my phone again and see that she has still not replied me, so I decide to send another message. Me: Are you free today for a coffee? I promise I’ll be on my best behaviour. I have back-to-back meetings this morning with stakeholders and agents. I email Nikki asking her to send me today’s schedule while I wait. Considering it’s only six-thirty in the morning, I don’t expect a response until my phone lights up. Lena: That depends. Do I get a chocolate brownie as well? My lips curve upward into a smile, and resting back into my chair, I read her text again. I had forgotten what it felt like to smile, to look forward to something, or should I say someone, t

—Killian— Lena runs over to me and tries to pry me away from Adriana. "Killian let her go." "You don't know what she's done, If you knew you'd be begging me to kill her." She places her hand on my shoulder." I know exactly what she did, she told me herself and I would like nothing more than to hurt her the same way I've been hurt. But she's your sister, so please Killian let her go." I look down at her at that face that I've never been able to say no to. I release my hands from Adriana's throat. "Get out of here, and this time stay at the pack. If I see you again Lena won't be there to save you." She nods, takes in a shuddering breath and runs away from the office. I turn to Lena and she shoves me so hard that I stagger back. "How dare you? Who do you think you are barging into my office like that?" She doesn't even give me time to reply, she walks towards me and shoves me again. "And how can you treat Adriana like that she's your

—Killian— It has been the day from hell. I know the consequences of not attending the shareholder meeting at the Hilton but being here with Lena has definitely been worth it. It’s three in the afternoon the following day, and I have just gotten off my final conference call, the fourth in a row to be exact. Nikki’s sitting with me, letting out a breath when the call ends. “Mr. Kelly, I know it’s none of my business, but may I ask what called you to Manhattan so urgently?” I stand, walking toward the window. Placing my arm against the glass, I lean on it for support. “There was someone I needed to see, someone who meant a lot to me once upon a time.” Nikki glances at me, bewildered. Yes, that’s right, Killian Kelly actually has a heart. He wasn’t born a cold-hearted prick. “Um, sure, okay… I… uh… how long do you expect to stay here with her?” “I don’t know. It’s complicated.” “I understand.