Killian's POV
Fuck, it's happening. I can't believe I'm fucking kissing Naomi Alderson. I can't believe she'd give me a chance to lean in and taste her. She's fucking with my head, she's doing so many strange things to me and I don't think I can get enough of her.
I just don't want this woman in my bed, I want her to be mine and mine only. I don't want to share her, I want to keep her and mark her beautiful body with my bites.
My right hand holds her head still as our lips move in sync. She's putty in my arms as she moans into my mouth. Who knew she wanted to taste me this badly as much as I wanted to taste her?
I suck her bottom lip, biting the flesh and groaning into her mouth. Naomi's hands are all over me, running through my torso as she tries to feel my skin through the dress shirt I'm wearing. She pulls my dress shirt out of my pants and her hands start to undo my buttons just so she can feel my skin. I let go of her neck and bring my hand to her waist.
"Fuck, why are you wearing this?" I groan into her mouth, with my hand on her waist.
She smiles against my lips. I slip my tongue into her mouth, tasting every corner of her mouth as I touch her. I run my hand down her back to the curve of her waist, and then I bring my hand lower to cup her ass.
"Fuck." I groan. She moans.
I kiss the sides of her mouth to her neck as Naomi whimpers. Her hands are inside my shirt, feeling every ripple of my torso. I squeeze her ass and bathe her neck with my kisses, biting and marking her as I plant kisses on her neck. Letting go of her ass, I wrap her right leg around my waist so she can feel how aroused she makes me.
"Oh, God." She moans, holding onto me as she pulls me into her.
"Fuck. You don't know how much I've always wanted to kiss you, princess." I whisper into her ear and bite her earlobe.
Naomi moans and grinds her hips, with our privates coming in contact.
"Shit." I curse.
I slip my hand inside Naomi's shirt as I cup her breast in my hand. I bring my lips to hers again as we kiss, with my hand inside her shirt cupping her average tits, and then I give it a squeeze. I reach behind her to slightly unhook her bra and from underneath her small bra, I cup her bare flesh in my hand.
I nearly lose it when her breast touches my palm. It's little, but a handful and fucking soft. If I continue like this I won't be able to stop. I have to stop, but part of my self–control is already gone out the door.
"Naomi," I whisper into her mouth as she whimpers.
"Why are you stopping?" She whispers as she cups my cheek and pulls my lips back to hers.
"I'm trying to hold back or I won't stop," I say to her as our lips move against each other.
"I don't want you to stop." She whispers.
Her hand leaves my cheek and trails down to my erection. She cups it and squeezes it.
Fuck. What's she doing? She's playing with fire and she doesn't know it. Just yesterday, she avoided me and acted like my words didn't make her wet and craved my touch, but here we're, with her grabbing my dick and grinding against me.
God, to be honest, I love this side of her. It turns me the fuck on and all I want to do right now is have my way with her. But I can't. She's probably horny and wants someone, I can't take advantage of that. But Naomi isn't letting me stop even if I don't want to stop. Our lips are locked in an intense make-out, with her hand still on my crotch and my hand inside her shirt as I tease her nipples.
A set of keys falling to the floor makes us jerk apart at once. We turn our heads at once to look at the source of the noise and there's someone in her apartment. Blond-haired, dressed in work clothes, and I think she looks like the girl from Bart's. The friend that ditched Naomi to leave with her boyfriend.
Fuck.
How can I forget she doesn't live alone and has a roommate? Naomi pulls away from me at once like I'm some infectious disease. I smile in my head and button my shirt.
"Bia." Naomi addresses the blonde while I button my suit jacket and run my fingers through my hair to make it look as if someone wasn't tugging at it a few seconds ago.
"See you at the office tomorrow, Naomi," I say as I walk towards the door.
Naomi's friend just stares at me, surprised and shocked. I don't care which one it is. I give her a single nod and scurry out of her apartment.
As much as I desperately wanted to kiss Naomi since I laid eyes on her, letting my guard down and touching her in her apartment she shared with her roommate was below me. I shouldn't have. I stare down at my erection and adjust my pants as I ride the elevator down. It makes a dingy sound as it descends. It's obviously old and needs repair.
I can't believe she lives here. The apartment isn't that bad but it isn't good either. It is manageable and she and her roommate managed to make it look comfy and nice. It reminds me of when I was still young, living in an apartment like this but ours was worse and it was a run-down building.
A place like this doesn't suit her. I don't mind asking her to move out and maybe live with me while I buy her a new apartment, knowing Naomi, she would turn the offer down. She's an independent woman and I notice she likes to work for her own thing, unlike most women I've had dinners with and brought home. They always want to feed off of rich men's pockets. It's sickening.
I walk out of the lobby of the old apartment, with the woman behind the desk eyeing me strangely. I don't acknowledge her as I step out towards the small parking lot, considering most people who live here don't have a car because of the lack of cars. I enter the back seat of my car and shut the door.
"Where to, sir?" Alvin asks.
I sigh and glance at the building through my tinted window.
"Work."
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"Sir, I've gone through your emails and I've sent messages to some of your investors about pushing the meeting to next week," Jamie says.
Jamie isn't that bad even if he just resumed today. He's annoyingly polite and says sorry too much. It pisses me off, to be sincere. I look up from my phone and stare at Jamie.
"Thank you, Jamie."
He nods. "Will that be all for now, sir? Would you like me to do something for you?"
"That will be all for now."
Jamie bows his head and leaves my office.
I stare at my phone, thinking about coming up with an excuse to tell my mom I wouldn't be able to make it to dinner with the rest of the family tonight. They would know I'm lying because I'm always willing to give up different excuses just so I wouldn't dine with my mom and Keith. She's too invested in my life and it annoys the shit out of me all the time, especially when she talks about marriage, and she's definitely doing that tonight.
I groan and type a response to Keith, telling him I will be there.
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When evening comes, I close for the day and Alvin drives me home. I change out of my clothes and take a quick shower. Goldie's voice read me my incoming calls and messages, including my emails. I'm late for this evening's dinner my mother had set up just so she can pry into my personal life and talk to me about marriage.
That's just part of her job. To taunt me every day of my life to find a wife. Like, who said I needed a wife right now?
I changed into a new set of gray dress shirts and black pants. I grab my suit jacket and put it on. Once I'm fully dressed, I check my reflection in the mirror before I leave the comfort of my home. I slip into the backseat of my car, and Alvin starts the car as he drives out of my house.
Not less than 20 minutes, Alvin pulls the car to a stop outside of my mother's favorite restaurant. Although their services are good, and maybe they make good meals, to me, this restaurant is just overhyped. It has the standard family kind of dining and decorations, but yet, it's not the type of restaurant it'd come to eat.
"Reservation for Karen Black," I say to the manager, referring to my mother's first name.
She smiles at me, all flirty and seductive.
"Right this way, please." She says and starts to walk. I follow her and she leads me to the far end of the restaurant.
There, my mother sits with Keith and Eve. They're drinking and talking and they look happy. Keith sees me when he raises his head and he gives me a warm smile.
"Hey, Kil," Keith says, standing up to give me a brotherly hug.
I don't return it, caught off guard by his embrace. If I can remember vividly, Keith hasn't hugged me like this before. Well, he has tried, but I've refused countless times. I tap my brother on the back and we pull apart. Keith sits down.
"Hey, mama." I kiss my mother on her cheek and sit down next to her.
"Welcome, son." Mom replies.
"Hello, Eve. How are you?" I ask my brother's wife-to-be.
“I'm fine, Kil. What's up with you? How are you doing?"
I just nod once and glance at her. She looks nice, maybe prettier than the last time I saw her.
"Everything's fine. You look beautiful." I compliment her.
Eve blushes and smiles warmly. "Thank you. That means something coming from you. You look good yourself."
I chuckle under my breath and turn to look at my brother. He's watching I and Eve’s exchange.
“I'm not trying to snatch her away from you, Keith. Drop the guard, yeah?" I tease my brother.
He laughs softly.
"I know. You're not her type anyway." Keith tells me.
My mother laughs softly.
"Yeah? The last time I checked, I was every girl's type." I retort.
"Don't shit yourself, Kil." Keith rolls his eyes.
"Boys, cut it out." My mother interjects. "We've already ordered, son, what would you like?" My mom asks.
She hasn't aged a bit as I stare at her. She looks beautiful and well-dressed like every other day.
“What's on the menu?" I ask, turning to look at Keith who's still going through his menu.
"Same old French food." Keith sighs and passes me the menu.
"Thanks," I mutter and go through the menu.
Finding nothing catchy, I close the menu and drop it on the table.
"Where the hell is the waitress?" I ask.
Keith waves the waitress over and she walks to our table. She smiles politely and we give her our orders. Once she's written them down, she leaves.
"So how's business, son?" Mom asks.
"Good." I pour wine for myself as my family watches me.
"Good? More business opportunities coming in?" Mom asks.
"Yeah, Mom. Everything's fine. I'm fine." I say and sip my wine, avoiding the gaze of my family.
"You look fine." Eve compliments me. I give her a warm smile and continue to sip my wine.
"Still seeing Celine?" Mom asks at once.
"I just got here, Mom. Please, stop."
Keith laughs. Eve chuckles and shakes her head.
"And who the hell is Celine?" Keith asks.
"No one. Drop it."
"She's pretty, decent, and obviously doing well for herself. She would have made a good wife for Killian here." Mom says.
"Celine and I aren't in a relationship. You ought to be dating someone before thinking about marriage. I'm not even dating anyone right now. Mom, you need to stop."
Keith chuckles. "Mom, let him be, okay?" Keith speaks up. "Just let us eat dinner first and we'll talk about this stuff."
"Thank you. And we're not talking about any stuff." I mutter and gulp my wine till it's empty.
The waitress comes back with our food and she arranges them on the table. Once the waitress leaves, we start to eat.
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"How's the wedding arrangements going?" Mom asks the couple after our dinner.
I pull out my phone, trying to distract myself and avoid my mother's upcoming questions as I scroll through the internet.
"Fine. I really can't wait to marry him." I hear Eve say.
"What about you, Killian?" My mother asks beside me, making me snap my head up to stare at her.
I groan and rub my eyes as I bite my lip and look away, turning off my phone and slipping it inside my suit jacket.
"When are you ever gonna stop, Mom?"
"I'm not gonna stop, not until you find someone."
"Uh...I think he's found someone." Keith says from opposite me.
I turn to look at him and give him a look.
Huh, what the hell did I miss?
"What are you talking about?" I glare at Keith. I can't believe he'd bring Naomi into this.
I just had an intense kiss with her not too long ago and I don't even know where we stand. I am not even sure that she likes me. I'm not even sure she wants to be with me. Bringing up Naomi is the wrong thing to do.
“Yeah. What are you talking about?" Mom asks and looks at Keith.
"I don't think I'm in the place to tell you about Killian's love life."
"I'm not in love." I point out.
"But you will be soon," Keith says.
Now I really want to hurl this wine glass in front of me at Keith.
"What's going on?" Eve asks instead.
"Nothing is going on. I'm not in love with anyone." I turn to look at Mom. "And mom, you need to stop. I'm not settling down, at least not anytime soon. You need to give me a break and leave me alone. You've got Keith and Eve. They're getting married and expecting a baby. Why aren't you content?"
"Because you need someone, Kil. Someone who truly wants you for you and not because you're some popular Billionaire with a nice six packs." My mom says.
My shoulders sag and I look away from my mother. I can't win this fight with her. I'm never gonna win. She's not gonna stop.
"Are you willing to tell us about this girl Keith just talked about?"
"She's nobody," I say in a flat tone. "And stay out of my shit, Keith." I add.
Keith just chuckles, shaking his head.
"Well, her name's Naomi. She's hot, and really pretty and I'm pretty sure she's got our boy here, craving for her like a damn lover boy." Keith says.
Seriously, how the fuck is he my brother? How the hell are we still talking? This little piece of shit.
I bite my lip and glare at Keith. This son of an asshole just smirks at me. His revelation seems to spike the women's attention because their gazes are fixed on me.
"Fuck it. What! I like her. She doesn't want me, or maybe she does, but she thinks I don't deserve her. Maybe I don't, maybe I do, but she's making my life miserable with her constant no's. It's fucking with my head." I ramble.
The table falls silent.
"Look, I really like her, but she's been sending me mixed signals ever since I laid my eyes on her."
"Wow. That's a lot coming from Killian Black. She really got you this worked up, huh?" Eve tries in an attempt to lighten my mood.
I don't smile at her or my family. I'm in a mess and I want to go home, with Naomi laying next to me, with her arms and hands around me. She letting me kiss her should mean something, but there's this itch at the back of my head that keeps telling me it doesn't mean anything. She might wake up tomorrow morning and act like we weren't tongue–tied a few hours ago in her apartment.
Fuck, she's gonna be the death of me.
"So she's the hard type?" Eve asks. My mother has been awfully quiet. It's weird. She always has something to say in these types of situations.
"Something like that."
"Damn. I love her already. You should invite her to my wedding. If it's possible, I want her to be part of my bridesmaids." Eve says, smiling and giggling at the same time.
"No. I don't know, Eve."
"Why not? Aren't you, like, friends?"
"Naomi and I aren't friends."
"You should be. That's the only way you can get her to trust you, and maybe give you a shot to her heart.” Eve says to me as she turns to stare at Keith. “Honey, did you tell him about toning down his flirting?" Eve says.
"I don't flirt." I defend. "That much."
Eve rolls her eyes. "Oh, please. You're like the king of flirting. You can get any girl you want in your bed the minute you open that mouth of yours."
Well, except Naomi Alderson.
The woman who has invaded my dreams and she's turned my world upside down without even knowing it.
"You should invite her to have dinner with us. Let's get to know her." Mom speaks finally.
"Oh no. I'm not gonna do that."
"Why not?" Mom questions innocently.
"Because you're gonna try to set us up together."
"Isn't that what you want?" Keith asks.
"Mom's gonna put pressure on her. No, I don't want that. Y'all should stop this, alright? I'm fucking tired of it and I need a break.
I turn to face my mom. "Mom, please, stop. Stop interfering with my relationship and let me lead my life the way I want. I'm not a child, you need to stop treating me as one. This gotta stop. I will settle down with someone when I want to."
Mom gives me a small smile and cups my cheeks.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
"You're my child and it's my duty to worry. Let's go home." Mom gives me a triumphant smile and picks up her purse as she stands up.
I huff and glare at Keith.
"You're an asshole." I inform my brother and stand up, walking ahead of my family and cursing under my breath, wondering why the hell they're my family in the first place.
I guess I'm being overdramatic.