𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐾𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑛.✔️

#23

Essence

"And where were you guys" a low voice called

Shit

I close my eyes and turn to where the voice had come from, I open them slightly to see a relaxed Killian sitting on the singular chair his legs spread out and his arms across his body

His sleeves were rolled up showing his veins popping out and the white knuckles of his right hand that was crossed over the other, part of his wasn't relaxed

I looked at Fraser and then decided to just speak up first surprisingly I was pretty good at lying I had plenty of practice if I needed to I was going to lay a lie "We were out" I simply said making it seem harmless

His eyes narrowed as his arm flexed a bit "Together? At six fucking thirty?" He gritted, was he mad? What am I saying of course he was, I should have just walked around the building instead

"Yeah, I wanted fresh air since you know I'm cooped up in this apartment all day" It was my turn to cross my arms around my chest

He hummed at my response and stood up he looked between the both of us. Did he think—

It wouldn't hurt to play with him. "Fraser was
kind enough to come with me" I smiled looking over at Fraser's tense stance "he was just the perfect gentleman" I ran my hand down his arm fluttering my lashes up at him.

His eyes remained fixed on Killian's, their silent exchange speaking volumes.

"Yeah, well, anything for the boss's girl," Fraser quickly interjected before hurrying off to the back, surprising me with his sudden timidity.

I threw my hands up in exasperation. "I don't know what girl you're talking about but it isn't me," I said, following Fraser, only to be stopped and pulled into a warm, firm chest.

"Personal space, buddy," I pushed back, losing my footing, his hands caught my waist before I got a chance to fall holding me steady."I'm good now," I said firmly, meeting his gaze, but he continued to study me intently, a smirk playing on his lips.

"You have quite the attitude, Miss Roslyn," he remarked, emphasizing my last name with a knowing smirk.

"That I do, Mr. Lorenzo," I retorted, matching his smirk. His gaze lingered on my outfit, and he leaned in close, his breath tickling my ear as he whispered, "Nice hoodie."

"It's ok," I shrug.

"Get ready," he said suddenly walking away. I ignore the disappointment that flows through me when his hands leave my body.

"I don't have to do anything" I yelled back halting his steps. Turning head towards me he raises a brow.

"I thought you didn't want to be cooped up in this apartment all day" he pitched his voice higher to mimic me. This man.

"Ok, that is not how I sound," I say crossing my arms.

"Yes it is, and dress pretty," he said once more. Dress pretty?

I walked to the room mumbling insults about Killian to myself making sure to get in every curse word possible. "Stupid fucking idiot," I say grabbing the suitcase that was under the bed and thrashing it on the bed.

Picking out the most revealing clothes I owned I couldn't help but laugh to myself thinking of the reaction I'd receive. I made sure the black skirt I picked out was high-waisted and the shirt was long enough that it didn't show my stomach.

There were scars from under my boobs to my pelvic bone. Places that nobody would see. It was exactly the reason why my ex placed them there. Nobody will see them. He said every time a burn or scratch appeared.