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AspenDAY EIGHTEEN “I don't even know what you are doing here, you should leave.” I pointed at the door. “I'm feeling lightheaded and I need to rest.” I dismissed Killian, but he stood still and did not look like he was going to adhere to my words and actually leave. “But you do want the doctor to say? Should I go and call him in so you both can finish from where you stopped?” I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I had to stop Killian from having that narrative of his. The narrative of Luke and me having something with each other. Knowing the kind of person that Killian was, he would just decide to take it out on Luke and kill him. “I do not want the—” “Or I can just do it for you.” My eyes widened and Killian closed whatever space there was that was between us. He was standing by my side and he was so close. So tall and intimidating. I wanted to push him off and tell him to leave, but I did not get to utter a word when Killian's hand moved to my legs. He had this b

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Aspen DAY EIGHTEEN ”I could not see the face.” I replied with a heavy sigh. “I suspect that it's my father.” “It's not.” Killian chimed in. His voice was firm, like he knew very deep within himself that it was not my father who had attacked me.“The person was dressed in black. All black. I could not tell the gender but the person had a hoodie on. They hit me with the flower vase from behind.” “Do you have any suspects?” I shook my head. I did not have any friends who would want to come visit my mother. No family members. Clear was missing. I did not know anyone who would come. “None. It’s just me, mom, and dad. I think he's the one.” “It's not your father,” Killian said and then he pushed his hands into his pockets. Just then, a knock came through on the door. “Boss,” The person called from outside. It was Brooke. “Come in,” The doorknob turned and Brooke opened the door, walking into the room. “Have you found anything?” Killian asked. “Yes, Boss.” My heart skipped a beat a

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KillianDAY TWENTY “I will not be bringing my wife to any fucking board meeting or damned conference,” I said into the phone and at the same time, typing noisily on my laptop. I was in my office at home. “Your marriage to her is the reason that you are being made CEO. So she should be there. By your side.” My father said and I hissed, sending the email that I was typing before moving on to the next. Marriage had never been an option for me. I was simply not interested in it. Or even settling down with anyone to start a life or family. But I needed to get married to take over my father’s company. He knew that I would not easily get married, so he used that as bait and that was why I decided to get into a contract marriage. In six months, after I'd successfully acquired the company, I'd divorce the person. If I did so before six months, I would also divorce the person.“You know that I'm still very pissed at what you did at that dinner. What makes you think that I will bring my wife

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Aspen DAY TWENTY ONEI was going to France. I was way beyond happy when Killian told me that and for the first time in my life, I did not feel like killing him. I quickly packed up a single luggage, putting in some things and my passport. And for once I did not regret getting the passport. I used to regret it a lot seeing I spent money on getting it and still had no money to use it to travel, but it had finally come in handy and I was going to France.I felt so excited and I could barely catch any sleep. I kept praying for morning to come. I was very anxious. France was a country that I always wanted to visit. I wanted to try their food, visit the restaurants, and go to the Eiffel Tower. It was literally a dream come true and I hoped Killian would not be a dick by locking me in. Once morning came, I rushed into the bathroom to freshen up. I wore a free black jean trouser, a white crop tee with a blue knitted jacket. I allowed my wavy hair to fall and once I was fully dressed, I too

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Aspen DAY TWENTY TWO Our plane took off immediately and the air hostess made sure that we were comfortable. She offered me the menu and I picked what I wanted for breakfast. I did not eat at home and was starving. I made sure to take a short video as I sat by the window. Killian was seated on the other side, working on his laptop. The air hostess returned about 10 minutes later with my food and as she set the tray down, I muttered thanks to her. Then I watched as she walked over to Killian’s side. “Sir,” She called, getting Killian's attention. “What can I get you for breakfast? We have a menu.” Her voice was so different from when she was speaking to me. Her tone was no longer snappy and sudden. But she spoke slowly, dragging out her words. “I don't need anything for now. I will call you if I need something.” Kill said in a dismissive tone. He was so engrossed in whatever he was doing. While silently chewing on his gum as usual. “What about wine? Champagne? Water?” She was tryi

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Aspen DAY TWENTY ONE The flight from New York to France had stretched into what felt like an eternity. Eight long hours that seemed never-ending, as though the hands of the clock had stopped moving just to tease me. I kept drifting in and out of sleep, only to wake up and realize we were still suspended over the Atlantic. I walked up and down the aisle countless times, sometimes even lingering by the cockpit, pretending I had business there. Mostly, I was just bored to my bones.But all of that changed the moment the wheels touched down on French soil. The moment we stepped outside, my fatigue melted into pure excitement. France. A country I had only seen in pictures, movies, and glossy magazine spreads. Now it was all in front of me, the winding roads, the charming stone buildings, the language I barely understood but loved to hear.I kept pressing my face to the window as the car whisked us away from the airport, my phone clutched tightly in my hands, camera already snapping awa

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Aspen DAY TWENTY TWO Kill did not come back early the previous day. A lady came and brought me my meal, then she informed me that Killian was not going to return. I really wanted to go out, but it was just my first day. I had lunch and dinner as different nice meals kept getting sent in and out of the penthouse by the nice lady. She was very nice. I went to bed and it had to be one of my best nights. When I woke up, I heard footsteps. I yawned, got out of bed, and dragged my feet out of the room. I walked into the sitting room and my eyes narrowed slightly when I saw Killian walking into the open-plan kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hands. He never missed his early morning coffee. “When did you come back?” I asked, going into the kitchen with him. I did not bother greeting him because the last time I did, he did not reply to my greeting. “Last night. You were asleep when I walked in.” He replied and I slowly nodded my head. I walked around the kitchen, trying to see what I c

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Aspen DAY TWENTY TWO “So how have you been enjoying the city of Paris? Is this your first time in France?” Amélie asked after Claire had walked away and I nodded my head nervously. We were a total of five sitting and Alexandre was the only man. “I've been enjoying it so far and it's my first time here.” Amélie smiled at me. “I'm glad you enjoy it here. This is Emily and she is Noelle.” She introduced the other two women to me and they both waved. “I'm Aspen.” I introduced myself.“She is pretty right? I caught a sneak of her this morning when I saw her coming from the elevator that led to the penthouse.” Amélie smiled and her questions were directed at the other two women. “Yes, she is. And darling, you drop your skincare routine. Skin is flawless.” Noelle said and she was not too fluent in English. Amélie was. I laughed nervously. I did not have a skincare routine. I used the products that Killian bought for me when I first moved into his house. He bought a lot, but I was usin

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Killian DAY TWENTY TWO I spent a very long time at my warehouse and I did not come back early. I already knew beforehand that I was going to be very busy once I landed in France. My warehouse needed a lot of sorting out with my firearms that I was preparing to ship out and I needed to be present. That was why I was always leaving very early and returning late. I walked into the lobby of the building where I reside. A building that I owned. Other tenants lived in the apartments and I occupied just the penthouse. It was my second time staying there since I purchased it. Other times when I came to France, it was a two or three-day meeting and I'd just stay for an hour. Not bothering to stop by the penthouse. “Sir,” Claire called just after I walked in. “Welcome sir.” I acknowledged her with a brief nod. “Your wife is in the lounge.” She informed me and my eyes narrowed though I was not too surprised. Aspen was a busybody. I knew that she would not want to stay still as she would kee

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Killian DAY TWENTY TWO I dropped Aspen on her bed and she groaned and then cried out. “My back.” She moved her hand to her back and there was a frown on her face as she kept rubbing her back. “It hurts. You drop me too hard.” She whimpered and I frowned. I did not. I dropped her carefully. I did not just toss her on the bed. “It must be hurting from the alcohol. Next time, stay away from alcohol. Now go to sleep. I'll talk to you tomorrow.” I made my way to stand up and leave, but Aspen held me back and her frown had been replaced with a pout. “Don't go.” She muttered. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes fluttered. She looked so wasted and I wondered how much she even drank. I caught a glimpse of the wine bottles on the table and they were all alcoholic. Very alcoholic. “Don't expect me to stay here with your drunk ass.” I actually thought that Aspen was going to finally allow me to leave, but she released my wrist and then rushed out of the bed. “Aspen!” I called in a sharp a

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