KillianThe next morning, When I walked out of my room and into Hope's, I found her doubled over by the toilet, eyes closed and lips pursed, looking fucking stunning even though her skin had that sick pasty just vomited sheen to it. I was by her side In an instant, holding her hair up and soothing her back with gentle strokes.She lurched forward, her chest heaving frantically like she waited for another wave. When it didn't come, she got up, ignoring my presence as she flushed the toilet and walked over to the sink to wash up. I just stood there and watched her clean up, but when it got really awkward for me, I spoke up. "Hope?"Our eyes locked in the mirror. She stared at me for a couple more seconds and then looked away. "You shouldn't be in here, leave.""I know you're still mad at me—""I'm not mad at you." She corrected."Yes I know, you're disappointed but I was a dick last night—""Glad you know." She cut me again and I tried hard not to let my frustration show because If th
HopeMy blood pounded in my ears and my heart raced a million times faster than it should've. I was anxious, tipsy, unsettled, just standing there, tapping my foot on the floor and chewing on my lips as I watched the light ascend the circular buttons on the elevator. I didn't understand why he all of a sudden wanted to see me but I didn't ask, after the call last night, I rushed down here the next morning, feeling a little guilty for lying to Killian but it was a necessary evil. The elevator arrived on the VIP floor and I scrambled out as soon as the doors slid open. Room 16 was just around the corner. The two guards standing by the door nodded for me to enter but I stood there for a moment, valiantly attempting to calm down and gather my thoughts. When my heart steadied to its regular rhythm, and I could breathe normally, I sort to open the door, but someone on the other end beat me to it.The door opened and revealed a doctor. "You must be Mrs. Fobster. The one I spoke to on the ph
Killian The loud noise that resonated from somewhere in the house violently yanked me out of my impromptu nap on the couch and the words. "100!" Flew right out of my mouth as I rolled off and fell face-down to the ground. Fuck. I groaned, using the coffee table as leverage to get my sore self back up. My eyes blinked a few times and without a doubt, I knew I'd slept too long. Crap.Still trying to process exactly how I had fallen asleep, I dug my phone out from underneath me to check the time but a message sent by Hope twenty minutes ago popped up on my screen.Hope: I'll be home soon. Please bath the kids. A bath?Shit. The kids. I sprung up from the couch, neglecting my still hurting ankle as I hustled towards the base of the stairs. "Oliver! Lilith!"No one answered. The house was quiet. Too quiet. "Oliver! Lilith!" I bellowed again and waited, but silence filled the house."Oliver! Lilith!" I figured they'd turn up in a few minutes, but it was way past that, and no voices sou
Somewhere along the line, I was on top of Hope and trying not to crush her with the weight of my eager body as she pulled her legs open like an invitation to an all-you-can-eat buffet. My eyes wandered between them. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. I groaned. "You were trying to tease me when you wore this nightdress, weren't you?" My lips moved across her cheek to her ear and I nibbled gently on her lobe before moving down her neck to the delectable hollow at the base of her throat."From the moment you walked in I couldn't stop thinking about how much I wanted to ravage you in it," I murmured, kissing my way to her nipple. I teased it first with my tongue, licking around her soft flesh, noting she was bigger than I remembered, more sensitive. I took a nipple into my mouth and kneaded the other, biting, caressing, flicking, marveling at the way she whispered my name and dug her fingers into my hair. "Killian please." She breathed. "I can't take this."I could feel her slick
HopeI was a fool. I loved too easily and I knew this. Yet I let my guard down and fell in love with a man I should never be involved with and he had just rejected me. Or at least, it felt like he had. What was I thinking?Unbidden tears pooled in my eyes. Why was I crying again? Bitterness spread through me like venom. I sank into the bed, angry at myself for this senseless decision I made.Did I think he was going to kiss me and tell me he loved me back?Irritation swirled up and encompassed me in a black cloud. Foolish me; crying over the loss of something that wasn't mine, to begin with. How ridiculous. I felt pathetic and alone and crushed. How could he just leave?With soured expectations, I sobbed, silently praying that he came back to me; that he walked right back into the room and told me he loved me too.But he didn't. Not tonight. Not the night after. And two days later, it just felt like we were back at square one.If he'd spit on my face, it couldn't have hurt me m
KillianToday, I had woken up completely wrapped around Hope with my hand on her baby bump.It was utterly amazing how I went from waking up alone and hungover, to waking up with a wife who was carrying my child, and—most astonishing of all—was in love with me. Little moans left her lips as she stirred and turned so her back was on the bed. "I feel so tired..." She groaned, stretching her arms going over her head in an attempt to work sleep out of her muscles but it only made the sheets covering her body fall, bringing those nipples to sight and the morning chill made it instantly hard. Unable to resist, I lowered the sheet more and flicked one stiff peak with my tongue. She jerked. "Ow, they're sensitive, Killian." "I just want to nibble a little." I pulled a nipple into my mouth and sucked hard."Killian, ah." She arched again and the extremely erotic sound she made shot through me, fueling me with the appetite to do more but the moment I sucked hard again and felt a foreign su
HopeAlarm trickled into my system the moment Gwendolyn got off the phone and I had no recollection of running down the stairs or heading out of the house or even getting into a train but somehow I was here, in the hospital, with my heart beating ten times faster as I took in heavy breaths. The whole hospital was crowded; reporters and nurses hustling around the throng. Low murmurings and comments drifted to my ears.Poor man. At least he died with a smile on his face. I heard he asked for a glass of whiskey before he finally gave up. I also heard his grandson spent the night in the morgue. He must really love him. Killian... I rushed past the crowd and forced my way into the elevator, not caring if I looked like roadkill or a trainwreck. Room 16 was as jammed as I'd expected. I pushed my way through a few more reporters and felt my world slip away when I looked into the open room and found the bed empty. Mr. Edward wasn't there, he was really gone."Hope?" I turned when I hea
Killian I snapped out of my thoughts the minute my father finished his speech and the crowd began to applaud. The funeral was held in St. Patrick's cathedral and although I preferred not to attend, Gwendolyn dragged me out of my hotel room and forced me here in the front seat where everyone cried like they ever gave a shit about him when he was alive.I was supposed to be crying too tho. I knew I was supposed to be crying. Everyone else was. But my eyes were dry and I didn't know why either because I loved that old man more than I ever admitted and when someone you love dies like this, you are supposed to be destroyed but right now, I was staring into the open casket in front of me, hoping that seeing him one last time would bring me some kind of closure. But I felt...nothing. "He's not coming back, is he?" Gwen whispered beside me. When I tried to speak, nothing came out. My throat was swollen shut. It'd been that way for the past four days. I shook my head. "He's not."I could te