Killian's POV It wasn't my proudest moment but I wasn't gonna take it back. It felt somewhat like a payback for inviting my parents over without my consent.I could imagine it, the yellow tape at my back as the crime scene was investigated, if only this went wrong.I mindlessly searched for my phone while simultaneously searching my memory for the last time I had seen it. My brain was more lazy than my fingers were. Thankfully, I found it in my front pocket. I dialed Stephen’s number and he picked after the third ring.“You just left my place, Killian. What could you possibly want?” I could hear the wrecking fatigue in his voice.I shook my head, a sad attempt to clear the overhead haze that kept swinging me in directions I didn't want to fall in. I decided to rest my back against the wall outside her suite, looking side to side to see if anyone was coming.“I think I just did something shitty and I feel sick in the depths of my stomach..” I muttered into the phone.“You mean aside f

Katie's POV My belly crumbled for the third time in a row. I haven't gone downstairs for Breakfast yet, which was like four or five hours ago. I don't know how to explain it because I was definitely hungry but the butterflies were way bigger. It kept me on my bed staring at the speech paper Melissa had printed out for me the other day at her office. The fold lines were bold, telling that it had been neatly kept until my anxiety needed something to feed on.Maybe I was having cold feet, it had to be. I couldn't face Donald and Joanna, I feared they would see through me, Joanna especially. Some days I could swear that woman was a freaking witch and wouldn’t confess to it.I found myself craving for my workplace, company, anything really that just sitting on my bed and waiting for the clock to strike 7 PM.I couldn't do it anymore, looking at the clock every two minutes or scratching the edge of my nail with my teeth, so I picked up my phone lying somewhere on my bed and dialed the firs

The Huxleys.Killian's POV“Killy bear, why didn't you wear the green tie I sent last month, it would have been a dashing fit with your awfully plain white collar T-shirt. And those shoes—”“They are called Converse, Mom. Sure you have heard that that is what people wear to casual occasions.”My mother rolled her eyes, complaining about something else while I had decided to take a longer route by leg to My Café.Yes, I was making Mr and Mrs Huxley Brown take the road by foot to My Café where I had promised them it would be a decent place to have lunch. In my mother's book, My Café wouldn't even make it to the top 250 decent restaurants and diners she has been to all over the world. The numbers weren't randomly guessed, she actually made and self-published a lethal article about the several restaurants and diners she had visited over her three months relaxation spree.“Are you sure you are going the right way? I can't see a single hint of anything remotely fancy, just dandy and old.” S

Katie's POVI stood outside Westview Avenue like a girl who was early to Prom night. I didn't know if I was expecting Melissa to pick me up herself or if there would be a designated driver. The road was fairly busy, with cars passing by every minute or so.At first, I stood on my heels, maintaining a strong posture so no one mistook me for a roadside chic even though they weren't common around here.After thirty minutes passed and no one showed up, Melissa wasn't picking up her calls and I was beginning to feel like a fool while simultaneously getting worried. What if something happened to her? I didn't know anyone who knew her and I also didn't want to show up at the place without her. I searched the purse that Barbara had lent to me, taking out my phone to see if any calls had come through, but there were none.“What happened to you, Melissa…” I muttered under my breath, my eyes darting around for any signs of her."I am sure she's fine, you just have to calm down," Lucy said. "Wor

Killian’s POV “Hey boo…” Ana's voice slipped in out of the blue, her hand snaking around my waist as she claimed my lips on the center floor.I have never been the type to say I wish the ground would open up and swallow me whole because nothing ever intimidated me. Until today. I didn't feel intimidated, I felt more out of control than ever and the kiss almost turned into a full make-out session before I broke it off by gently pushing her off by her shoulder. A whiff at her breath and I knew she was at least tipsy if not drunk.“You are drunk!” I gritted under my breath, managing to maintain a forced smile to the fellow attendees who thought this was a show of affection.She chuckled, very confident with a bitter cold scoff slipping out right after. "And you are what, perfectly sober?” She adjusted the hand of her dress. Now that she had pulled back from me I could study her well as the amber light from the glass sculpture fountain nearby danced on her outfit, it was a variation of K