All Chapters of Tied to the Ice cold Billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Greetings Mother,” Killian said, ignoring the question she had asked. I looked between the both of them, unsure of what to do, or say. When Killian touched my hand slightly, a signal, I knew I had to show my respect too “Greetings ma'am,” I said, sounding as polite as I could. She ignored my greeting, picking up her tea cup and taking a sip from it. I waited in silence for her to drink to her heart's content.“Is this the girl you're getting married to?” She asked, setting the cup down. “I thought you were getting married to that girl, the daughter of Mr. Athanas” I could hear her displeasure for me in her voice, her bright red lips still turned into an ugly frown. Mrs. Lexington was a middle-aged woman, she had light wrinkles on her face and her dark hair was tied into a tight bun at the top of her hair. I could smell her expensive perfume from where we stood, and I couldn't help but wrinkle my nose. It was too strong. “You must be talking about my younger sister,” I started,

"Did the matter get resolved?” Killian asked and I nodded my head. When I remembered that he wasn't with me here, I had to speak up. “Yes, thank you,” I said softly. He was the first person to ever take my side. And even if I didn't know what he had done, I appreciated the fact that he stood by me without knowing whose fault it was. “You can do whatever it is you want to, I'd always back you up,” He said, and then the line went dead. I clutched my phone in my hand, a smile breaking out on my face. “Sister, what happened to you?!” Eileen said with a gasp, wiping the smile away from my face. I turned to her with a blank look, a brow coming up. “Did someone hit you?!” She gasped. At that moment, Mr. Athanas stormed out of the office. He turned to me with a glare and then stormed past. “Sister, what happened?” She asked but I pushed past her too, heading for the art room. I had a lot of things to do. “You're here again?” The art teacher said, a warm smile on her face. I s

Ruelle instantly reached out for Killain's belt, pulling it out.“Are you sure you want to?” Killian asked, holding her wrist. Ruelle nodded once more and Killian finally let her. He leaned against the headboard, spreading his legs and Ruelle laid in-between them. His zipper was undone and Ruelle pulled down his briefs, and he sprung out immediately. Ruelle stared at him, swallowing thickly. “You're big,” she muttered making him laugh.“I'd take that as a compliment,” Killian replied. “Have you ever done this before?” Killian asked ticking his jaw. For some reason, he didn't like the idea of her being in his state for someone who wasn't him.She had never done this before, and she felt nervous too. What if I bit him? She thought to herself as she stared at him. Every book she read has the characters warning against using her teeth.“What are you thinking about?” Killian asked and Ruelle voiced out her fears. “And the book says not to use your teeth,” she ended, still staring a

Ruelle brought out an empty canvas, she had thought of drawing something new today but wasn't sure what. She needed something to distract herself from the thoughts that she kept getting, but she didn't really feel like doing any serious thing. She turned to the crumpled paper that lay next to the trash can. She had attempted drawing earlier and ended up drawing Killian with his face flushed, staring directly at her. She was totally immersed in the drawing, and last night kept playing over and over in her head. A silly thought came to mind and she smiled and decided to start with a stick man. She had just drawn the head when the door burst open, Gabriel storming in.His eyes roamed the entire place until they fell on Ruelle who was standing behind a canvas. Ruelle raised her siren eyes slowly, staring coldly at Gabriel. She hated being interrupted when she was drawing and she knew that Gabriel was only here to cause trouble for her. Gabriel's heart skipped a beat when he saw Ru

The competition was in a few hours and Ruelle decided to come and check her paintings. The art professor had locked all three in a room for safekeeping and Ruelle didn't have an issue with that. “Good morning ma'am,” Ruelle greeted as she stepped closer to the art professor. Mrs. Indrik, the Art professor, had just turned the lock, pushing the door open. “Good morning Ruelle. You'd need to take your painting to the event center before tomorrow morning,” Mrs. Indrik stepped into the room and Ruelle followed. She nodded her head as she walked in, going to her artwork.A light gasp was heard as Ruelle pulled the covers off, Mrs. Indrik staring at the paintings with her eyes wide open. Ruelle stood there stunned as she stared at her ripped paintings, her jaw slacking lightly. “Who would have done this?!” Mrs. Indrik thundered. Ruelle was just as clueless as Mrs. Indrik was. The room has been locked since then and the only way they would have gotten access is if they had the key.