Killian
I've lived recklessly all my life. Fucked around, play around, broke hearts, and I don't really give a shit who gets hurt at the end of the ride. I've never taken anything seriously, well, except my company and family. But the day I set eyes on Naomi Alderson, everything changed. She showed me things I never thought existed. She made me feel things I never thought I would feel. She made me realize I could be better, and that I can give love a chance. She gave me something I never thought I would ever have, and without any cost or price. She made me realize I could be genuinely happy. One look and she turned my world upside down.
She is not a star, but she's the star in my world. She's not a model or an actress, or a businesswoman, but she's everything I've ever wanted. Everything I needed. Everything I need and want, and now I have her. I feel like the luckiest man alive.
I am in love with her. And the relief that came when I confessed to how I felt, was a relief I've never felt before. I had a lot to tell her, so many things I wanted to tell her, but I settled for that. It was all so sudden and unexpected for her and I didn't want to overwhelm her.
And I hate to think that I really wanted her to tell me she loved me back. I might have everything, money, cars, everything every man wants, but when it comes to Naomi, there's this insecurity. I hate thinking there might be a day I might not be enough for her. It was one of the reasons I didn't want to tell her I was in love with her, afraid she was gonna stay quiet and not give me a response, and I was right. She just stayed quiet without giving me a response.
At first, I was afraid she didn't want me as much as I wanted her, but I knew Naomi more than that. She might not be in love with me, but I am sure she is into me. My hand on her skin proved a lot. When I touched her and kissed her, or held her, her reactions proved she was into me as much as I was into her.
But the question that kept finding its way into my head is if she was in love with me. Did she love me?
Today is Wednesday and I left the office early to make dinner for Naomi. I don't remember the last time I had to cook anything. The minute I started making money, I had people who did everything. Cleaning, cooking, and washing my clothes. Every fucking thing.
But today was a special day. I was supposed to take Naomi out for dinner, as per our date, but she insisted I make dinner at home and we'll eat here instead of going out. I made the mistake of mentioning I might know a thing or two about the kitchen.
I have my brother on FaceTime and he's yet to pick up. I sigh and stare at my kitchen wondering where the hell are all the ingredients and where Sebastian must have kept everything.
"What are you doing?" Keith's voice makes me twirl around towards my laptop that sits on the kitchen counter.
"Hey." I greet him.
"Did you just greet me with hey and not one of your many insults?"
"Everyone can change, even if it's for three seconds or one minute," I tell him.
"Seriously, what are you doing?" Keith asks.
"Do you remember that recipe Ma used to make for us?"
"Her Swedish rice porridge?"
"Nah. She cooked us that the other time she was here."
"Speaking of that. Mom said she met Naomi." Keith says as he smiles at me.
He's in his bedroom, sitting on his bed with his laptop on his lap.
"Yeah. Right. She gave me a surprise visit."
"Let me guess, you guys were…"
"Please don't say it." I glare at him. He laughs.
"Oh, my God. I can already imagine the look in her eyes."
"Yeah, it was fucking weird."
"Mom said she liked her. That Naomi was sweet."
"It's hard not to like her," I mutter.
Keith just smirks wider.
"You're in love with her."
I sigh and look at his face displayed on the screen of my laptop.
"Are you trying to cook for her?"
"I might have mentioned I know a thing or two in the kitchen," I say.
Keith stares at me with wide eyes and then he bursts into laughter.
"What the fuck, Kil?"
"You gotta help me, man."
"You can't cook, brother. I know you know a thing or two about the kitchen, but that was before you built a company and started making money. You know nothing about a kitchen right now. You've got a cook. Do you even know where the salt is in your kitchen?"
"You're being a dick."
Fuck, why didn't I think of that? Making money and running a company makes you forget a lot of things.
"You should have been honest with her."
"I was honest with her. I just didn't think I could forget how to cook that. Mom always made that for us. It was one of my favorites. I even made Sebastian learn how to make it."
"Killian, call Naomi and tell her you don't remember the first thing about a kitchen."
"Man, you know I do."
Minimizing my computer screen, I google the first thing about the meal and all the procedures.
"The only thing you're good at is making coffee."
"That's still a good thing. At least I know something. You don't know shit, Keith." I say, scrolling through the procedures and the needed ingredients.
"Right." Keith laughs. "Are you googling the procedures?"
"Yup."
"You're really desperate, aren't you? How bad have you fallen?"
"Really bad. To the extent, I go to bed with her in my head. I can't fucking stop."
"That's really hot." I look up from what I'm reading and Keith is smirking at me. "Did you tell her how you feel about her?"
"Yeah. On Monday." I sigh.
"What?"
"She didn't say it back."
"Are you having doubts and insecurities right now? You're Killian fucking Black."
"When you're in love, a lot of things happen to you and you start having weird emotions, and Insecurities are part of them."
"True. So you're afraid she doesn't love you back?"
"I think she does. I'm just having doubts and insecurities. She's pretty, and I'm afraid someone's…"
"No one's gonna steal her away, Killian. Get rid of that insecurity."
I sigh and run my hand through my hair.
"Since she's coming over today, I think you two should talk about it. Talking about your insecurities with a woman you're in love with doesn't make you weak, it shows you have feelings."
"Right." I give Keith a deadpan look.
"It's really cute watching you fall for someone. I'm really happy for you, man. And Naomi not telling you how she felt that instant doesn't mean she doesn't love you or feel the same. I think she was caught off guard and she wasn't expecting you'd confessed that to her. You're Killian Black, a Billionaire CEO who always has his feelings in check. You always have this hard guy, stone-cold facade. Don't blame her if she was caught off guard and tongue-tied when you confessed you have feelings for her."
Always gonna be a big brother.
"Thanks, man." I smile.
"So are you bringing her to my wedding?"
"Something like that."
"Something like that? You're my best man, Kil, you should bring a date."
"I'm gonna talk to her. I promise."
"And my bachelor's party is Friday, two days from now. What are you planning, baby brother?"
I stand up from the barstool I'm sitting on.
"Don't call me that, Keith, you know I fucking hate it. And I can't tell you what I'm planning for your bachelor's party, it's going to ruin the surprise." I open the cupboards and start looking for ingredients.
"I just hope it doesn't have to do with women."
"Keith, I'm dating someone now. I can't take you to a strip club for your bachelor's party. Eve is going to kill me." I say, with different cups of ingredients in my hands as I read the labels.
"Are you going to cook for Naomi while watching YouTube videos and reading shit online?"
"Maybe."
"I hope you know what you're doing," Keith calls.
I smile, placing each and everything I'm going to need to make my mother's traditional Swedish recipe. I might be older and maybe busy with everything surrounding me, but I know a little bit about how the kitchen works and I have a little idea of how to cook this.
"How's Eve, by the way?" I ask my brother.
"She's great. Went to her evening session for a yoga class."
"Damn. And you're alone at home?"
"Something like that. I had to do laundry today." He sighs. I chuckle.
"You do laundry? Why not take it to dry cleaning."
"You tell Eve that. She's pregnant and you know their weird cravings. It's fucking annoying sometimes."
I chuckle.
"You're gonna go through that when Naomi gets pregnant too." Keith's words make me pause what I'm doing.
I haven't thought about that before. Having babies with Naomi. That will be great, but does she want that?
"Hot topic?" Keith calls. My back is to him since I'm trying to wash the meat.
"I don't know, man. I don't know if she likes kids or not. We haven't had that conversation before. She didn't even know I had a brother until Mom showed up unannounced."
"You really got a lot to do."
"That's why I'm cooking her dinner, so we can talk tonight."
"You're gonna tell her about Dad, right?"
"I don't know."
"I should go do laundry before Eve comes back."
"Right. See you soon."
"Yeah. Say hi to Naomi for me."
"Goodbye, Keith."
I hear his laugh until the call disconnects. With a deep breath, I start cooking. Earlier, I asked Alvin to go pick her up and she'll be here soon.
I arrange the dining table, go upstairs to my room to take a shower, and then I come downstairs, and at the same time, the doorbell rings. I check the time, it's 7:30 already. I open the door and Naomi stands in front of me, looking really gorgeous in a blue dress. I scan my eyes down her dress and the v-neck exposing a decent amount of cleavage.
She really looks beautiful.
"Hi." She smiles at me.
"Hey." I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her on the lips.
It takes a few seconds before she responds. We pull apart. I shut the door and walk her towards the dining room with our fingers laced together.
"You really did cook dinner."
I smile at her and pull out a seat for her to sit down. "I had a little help. From YouTube." I tell her the truth.
Naomi giggles and smiles.
"I should have been here with you, helping you out."
"I know. But I wanted to make you something, even if it's not that perfect."
Naomi smiles, and that just assures me more.
"You look beautiful."
"Thank you. You look handsome."
"I just got out of the shower."
"I figured. The damp hair." Naomi says. She sits down properly and scans the table as I start to uncover everything.
"You made this? Wow, they look good."
"I hope they taste better than they look. I didn't taste it. Afraid I fucked up." I admit.
"Okay."
She grabs a fork and I watch her take a bite out of the chicken. She chews and I just stare at her and how her mouth moves and I hate that I'm thinking dirty right now.
"Wow." She says and clears her throat.
She doesn't say anything further as she just continues to eat. I won't lie, this was a lot of effort from me. Growing up, I loved to cook. I literally helped my mom in the kitchen when Keith was out, but I guess the minute I turned into an adult with lots of responsibility, a lot changed. Including cooking my own meals.
I start to eat too while I continuously watch Naomi. Her hair is a lot more curly today, framing her small face. Her lips are a lot redder, she's wearing lipstick. And her eyes, the most beautiful pair of eyes I've ever seen, are a bright brown. She's not wearing contacts like that day in my office. The day I had my tongue on her.
"Do I look okay? You keep staring at me."
"I can't help myself. You're beautiful."
She blushes, teeth already tugging at her lower lip.
"Thank you. And I must admit, you're trying to seduce me. Aren't you, Mr. Black?"
I smirk. "Is it working?"
"Maybe try a little harder."
I laugh and she giggles.
"This tastes really good. I mean, the meat is a little overcooked and there should have been more salt, but it's really good."
"Great. I'm never cooking again."
"Oh, come on. For a man who uses his hands for a lot of things other than cooking, this is amazing."
A man who uses his hands for a lot of things? Damn, she's going to kill me. If she only knows I want us to skip dinner while I have my hands all over her. I desperately need to hear her moan my name again.
"Thanks. That means a lot, coming from you."
Naomi doesn't say anything. She just blushes and continues to eat. When we're done, she helps me clear the table even when I ask her not to. I pour wine for the two of us and we go to the living room.
"So you wanna show me around your compound or not?" Naomi asks.
I smile. "Sure."
With her hand in mine, we step outside. It's already nightfall and the compound is brightly lit. I have to admit, my compound looks more like a luxurious hotel at night. Naomi looks around, pleased at everything she sees. This place cost me a lot. It's my safe haven.
"Do you ever feel lonely staying here alone?"
"You wanna join me?" I ask.
Naomi chuckles. We're at the pool and the blue lights inside the swimming pool make it glow.
"I didn't say that. I'm just wondering."
I don't know what to say to that. The truth or half the truth?
"Sometimes." I admit.
We stop walking and stop by the deck of the swimming pool, with Naomi's fingers entwined with mine.
"Are you alone right now?"
"I have you now."
She smiles.
"That's sweet. But are you alone right now?" She tilts her head and I understand her question.
I chuckle.
"Maybe. Alvin and a few guards are in their quarters. It's pretty far from here."
"So if you touch me and I moan really loud, they won't hear?"
What's she driving at? If only she knows how much she was fucking with me right now.
"They won't."
"Good."
She lets go of my hand and turns towards the swimming pool as she starts to untie the strap of her dress around her neck. Once the strap loosens, the dress falls to the floor. She's wearing white lace panties and nothing else.
My gaze sweeps down her back and her fine ass and it's taking me a lot of self-control not to just drag her back inside my house and make love to her.
"Fuck." I mutter.
Naomi turns to look at me from above her shoulder. She winks at me and jumps into the water. She squeals.
"Really cold. You wanna join me?"
"I'll watch." I call out to her.
"Your loss."
I stand on the deck and watch her swim.
"So, who taught you how to swim?" I ask.
"PE, high school." Naomi answers, swimming to the deck where she rests against it.
I nod.
"So where's your brother?" She asks.
"New York."
"Okay. He's like how many years older than you?"
"Three."
"Is he the guy I saw you with at the restaurant the day we had a chat in the restroom?"
"Yeah, that was him."
"Aw. He's cute." She winks at me and dives back into the pool.
"Is he getting married?"
"Yeah. Next week. I want you to come with me."
"As your plus one?"
"As my girlfriend."
She swims back to the deck and gets out of the water.
"You'll need a towel. It's cold." I say, running my hands down her back to create warmth for her.
Her breasts are wet and her nipples are hard, begging me to bite them.
"I just need you right now." Naomi whispers.
She slips her cold hand inside my shirt, trailing her fingertips on my skin as we stare into each other's eyes. I lean down and kiss her and she responds immediately. I bring my hand down her back and grab her butt. Naomi moans into my mouth as she brushes her fingers up my skin. I lift her off the floor and she wraps her thighs around my waist. I bend down with her in my arms to pick up her dress, before we continue to kiss and I walk us back inside the house.
Gently dropping her on top of my bed, I remove my shirt and climb into the bed, right in between her legs as we continue to kiss. I run my fingers up her thighs, trailing my fingertips on her beautiful skin. We're both shirtless, with her panties and my jeans yielding our bodies from touching. I bring my hand to her waist and pull her panties down. I sit up on my knees and pull her panties down her ankles and to the floor. I stand up and get out of bed, with my gaze on her body.
I stare at her, lying on my bed naked, with her gaze fixed on mine. God, she's beautiful. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Naomi kneels in front of me on the bed, giving me a better view of her body. She touches me, with her hands brushing up my torso slowly. With her eyes locked on mine, she kisses my stomach, and then she bites me.
Her hand fumbles with the button on my jean before removing it. She's nervous.
"If you don't want…"
"I want to." She cuts me off, with her eyes fixed on mine.
She looks down at the bulge in my boxers as she pulls down my pants. I step out of my boxers and start to kiss her again, gently laying her properly on my bed. When our sex touch each other, Naomi moans into my mouth. I stop kissing her to plant kisses on her shoulders and chest. There are still faint hickeys from me on her skin and I mark her again.
Her fingers run through my back with every bite on her skin. And when I thrust into her, she moans and cries my name and I nearly lose it. Fuck, she's tight. So fucking tight. How long has it been since she's been with someone? A year? Two years?
I feel my walls breaking around me at every slow thrust into her. Naomi pinches my back, fingers digging into my back with every stroke. I'm trying not to be rough with her and it's killing me. Our lips move in sync with each other, molding together. I can't feel my lips, but that doesn't stop us from kissing passionately. With every thrust into her, I feel like our souls are binding together.
Her legs are around my waist, her foot on my butt, urging me to go deeper and deeper into her. And I obey, pushing right in and pulling out. I try to hasten my pace while trying not to hurt her at the same time. She's like an egg to me. My precious little egg and I'm afraid to break her. To crush her. So I go gentle on her, taking my time with her as I make love to her.
It's different from every sex I've ever had. I have had sex with women, fucked women, but I've never made love to any woman before. This is a lot different. This is something more. Something I've never had before. I feel like our souls are connecting and joining together as we make love. Her cries of pleasure send bliss into my soul and I find myself falling deeper and deeper in love with her.
Her legs clenched around my waist. She's climaxing as she moans my name at her release. A few strokes in and I'm already spilling inside her, filling her up. We breathe out deeply and I kiss the tears away from her eyes. And then, she whispers three words against my lips, setting my soul on fire and binding our souls together.
"I love you, Killian."