14 - Mister Cillian

Part Two

“Why did my ex’s dad have to be so hot?”

14 - Mister Cillian

Emma

I didn’t expect to see the handsome man again. In my house out of all places. My eyes drifted from his thick hair to the exposed skin of his neck. I could see a hint of more tattoos. The suit he was wearing was different from before. It was much darker and fitted his large frame perfectly.

He extended his hand, introducing himself. “I’m Cillian. Nice to see you again, Emma.”

Cillian. My throat felt a bit sore from screaming his name all night.

“Damon Grant,” my brother said, shaking his hand while I was still processing that Cillian was in front of me. “You met at the club?”

“Y-yes,” I muttered, pulling the blanket closer and glancing at Cillian, looking away when his deep eyes were still on me. They made me wary and nervous. I shivered, for a completely different reason, and continued, “He saved me. Twice.”

Meeting his eyes, I whispered, “Thank you, Cillian.”

He nodded at me and looked at Damon. “W