𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐾𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑛.✔️

#26

Beyond this point it is not educated and poorly written as I wrote it when I was 15 years old... beware of the grammatically errors and cringy comments

You have been warned❤️

Essence

As I gawked at the size of the mansion, a thought struck me: Oh my gosh, how rich are they? My mind raced back to the apartment we had shared now feeling as if it was a broom closet compared to this grandeur.

I stood there frozen until Killian's voice jolted me back to reality."Are you coming? Why are you just standing there?" Killian's confusion mirrored my own, I must have looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"Yeah, I'm coming," I muttered, tearing my gaze away from the house and grabbing my bags.

I can't hide my shock anymore as I follow him into the house and down a cavernous hallway, it feels never-ending. "Where are we walking to?"

"The room you're staying in... or you know, you can just stay with me," Killian smirked, winking suggestively.

"What? No way!" I protested. "I barely know you. Weirdly, I'm even staying in the same house as you let alone us ever sharing a room I mean what-" I crossed my arms defensively mid-rant.

Suddenly, I bumped into his back. "Ow," I muttered, rubbing my sore nose. "Are you made out of stone?" I say forgetting about my spiel entirely.

"I was only joking—and I'm not made out of stone," Killian retorted rolling his eyes as we stopped in front of a red door.

Killian kept it simple, pointing at the door. "Your room." I nod opening the door and stepping inside. Holy hell.

This room was extremely big, suddenly I didn't mind leaving the apartment. "Anyways. I'm leaving for another meeting in a few minutes, Killian continued stepping inside the room with me. "The guys are coming over since they practically begged, plus they can check in on you."

I looked at him skeptically. "I'm starting to think you see me way younger than I am, Mr. Lorenzo," I teased.

"You're like 15," Killian quipped, looking me up and down. He tried to hide a smile which is the only thing that makes me believe he's joking.

"Excuse you, Grandpa, but I'm turning 18 soon not that it's any of your business" I retorted, emphasizing the word 'Grandpa' with a smirk.

"Bambina, you say that as if it's a good thing being 17," Killian replied, unfazed. "And I'm not even that old," he added switching to a defensive tone.

I laughed, shaking my head. "Sure, sure." As Killian left, I muttered a parting shot, "Bye, bitch."

"Language!" he scolded, poking his head back in just to reprimand me right before shutting the door. I let out a laugh flopping myself on the large king bed. What an idiot.

Is this heaven? I felt as if I was lying on a cloud from how soft the duvet was. It wrapped my body as I sunk into the bed further never wanting to leave. "Oh my god." I moan stretching my arms and legs out.

Alone in the room, I indulge in the silence closing my eyes. My peace was short-lived, the door suddenly banged, startling me. "Just come in," I called out, feigning nonchalance. I open my eyes when no one walks in. Confused, I groaned and approached the door cautiously, my bravado faltering with each step.

The banging grew louder. Okay, maybe I am a little scared, but I won't show it. Summoning my courage, I flung the door open, ready to pounce, only to find four familiar faces staring back at me. "Annoying ass motherfuckers," I grumbled, trying to mask my relief with irritation. Why were they always on the other side of the door scaring me? "I said come in!"