Taming Mr. Black

10. Killian

KILLIAN'S POV

" So how's business, Killian? Making more money as always?" Harry says, but I'm not paying attention. 

  The loud music and drunk people makes me want to get the hell out of here and go back to my house. Harry and I aren't really friends, in fact I don't even have a lot of friends. I don't know a lot of people in my life that I can call my friend. Raymond and I became friends the first few months he started working with me. Before, he worked below me and he got promoted. Guess that was when I even knew he existed.

   It took me about three months to actually talk to the guy and another two months to call him my friend. And I think Raymond's the only guy I can call my friend, and maybe my cousin, Preston. Well he's also family and that's a bonus for him. 

  All my life what I've known is making more money. Grabbing the next business opportunity and turning it into millions. I didn't have time for friends or even love. And Harry, he's this guy I call an acquaintance. We're familiar with each other and he's the owner of Bart's. He's looking to expand and he wants me to invest in his club with one third of the club's shares going to my bank account. It's a nice deal, but I don't think I want to invest in a club like Bart's. 

  I sound like an asshole right now, I know. 

   When I don't reply to Harry's question, he takes that as an excuse that I'm not interested in talking about my business to someone who wants me to invest in his own club. He goes about talking about his own business and how I'll benefit from Bart's if I decide to invest in it. I scan the bottom floor of Bart's, with my eyes glancing at the drunk youths on the dance floor. I stop on a particular brunette and squint my eyes at how familiar she is. She's dancing with another girl who has dyed blonde hair. 

  Naomi.

 What the fuck is she doing here?

  I watch how guys try to dance with her and she pushes them away. I bring my eyes down her body, biting my bottom lip at how sexy she looks in a tight blue dress. Her long curly hair bounces down her back as she dances. Fuck, what I would give to have her curls in my hand as she grind that fat ass on my cock. 

  Now I'm being filthy. I've already crossed the line the minute I fuck faced another woman with Naomi's image In my head. I knew there was no way back. I want this woman and I'm gonna have her despite the warning bells ringing in my head. She giggles as she walks towards the bar with her friend. I stand up at once, wanting to have a better view of Naomi, totally forgetting that Harry is giving me a speech about his club. 

  Right now I'm not interested, I've never been interested in Bart's. It was Raymond's idea. Thinking it's a nice investment if I just show a little interest by investing.

" Mr. Black." Harry calls my name. 

" I'm gonna think about your offer, Mr. Bart." I say, taking a sip from the glass of liquor he offered me. 

  Fuck, whiskey. I don't drink whiskey. I take my eyes off the dance floor and glance at the dark liquid in this thick glass in my hand. I frown and stretch the glass to my guard who's been standing at a corner. He hurries to take the glass off my hand. 

" You don't like the drink?" Harry asks. 

 I sigh, fighting the urge to light a cigarette as I watch Naomi. My doctor thinks it's time I give it a break for the time being. Naomi's friend is with a guy and the guy is talking to Naomi. She is drunk. I can tell by the way she giggles and slightly staggers even in her sitting position. 

  How much did she even drink?

  Harry asks a question but I don't hear shit. My entire attention is on the olive skinned brunette that makes my cock twitch in my pants everytime I stare at her. The guy leaves with Naomi's friend and she looks bored. Suddenly another guy approaches her, and they happen to bump heads together by mistake.