Highly Unlikely [BxB]

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Spider Sex: Into The Multi-verse Of Nervousness

"Did he say what was so urgent Kil?" I asked after my bodyguards started back towards home. What was a very bright day was turning out to be dreadful because of the bad feeling I had deep down in my gut.

"Uh, no," replied Killian. "He just wants you home...says he has to talk to you."

I hoped to high heavens that this wasn't another show of his overprotectiveness. I hadn't been out for more than three hours and he already needed me back within his fortress? After doing everything by his book? I wouldn't lie, I wasn't a fan.

The ride back was quiet, or if it wasn't, I wouldn't know. I was very distracted due to a number of things. I was smiling to myself without realizing it immediately and then sighing when I caught myself. I didn't know that a hug could feel so good...or so short.

Something was definitely happening to me, and the more it confused me, the more I pushed it at the back of my mind. Maybe I didn't want to understand it yet but it felt inevitable. So I told myself I'd get to it eventually.

               I easily forgot about Kayden as we drove through the gates.

               Even the air around the house didn't feel right. All I wanted to do was get over with it, so I went straight ahead to find him, only to find that my dad was already waiting for me. He paced back and forth in the large space with his hands held behind his back.

               My dad stopped when he spotted me, then unfastened his hands and cleared his throat. He scratched his stubble either absentmindedly or nervously, I couldn't tell which one. "Julian, have a seat," he said.

               I hated that voice. It has always been the harbinger of every fight we had. It was all I needed to hear to know that this would end in a fight. Whatever the reason was.

               Maybe he was daytime drunk. I don't really believe people can actually get drunk during daytime. I know, it's stupid but I can't just bring myself to believe it's possible. It's something I would have to see for myself first then. I sat down like he asked, still not saying a word.

"Where were you?" I heard him ask and thought to myself, this again.

It felt like a trap because I was sure he knew where I was. Or if he wanted to be adamant about it, he could just ask Killian.

               "You know that, dad, I was at the art show, then at a diner." I shrugged and acted like deep down anger wasn't bubbling inside me.

               "Do you know how dangerous that was?" He asked, his hands were back behind him and all I was left to look at was his broad back under his suit, rigid with tension.