Captain Swan - Falling for the Bad Boy

Chapter 9

Killian sucks in a long, shaky breath before he knocks on the door. He's taking a risk by going over to David's place and asking for Emma, but he doesn't care anymore. Emma still hasn't spoken to him since he last saw her on Thursday, and he's concerned.

When she last texted him, she mentioned she had an interview today, so he figures giving her flowers and wishing her good luck is a good excuse to see her. Hopefully, she thinks so too.

The door opens, and his heart skips a beat, but then he realizes it's not Emma standing there and instead, it's David, his nostrils flaring. She and her brother have an uncanny resemblance but the fuming expression on this man's face reminds him nothing of—

David's fist connects with Killian's mouth before he can use it to speak, and he stumbles backward, dropping the bouquet of pink roses he got for Emma and falling to the floor.

"Bloody hell." He sits up against the wall behind him and touches his lip, utterly confused about why showing up at David's place with flowers warrants a fist to the face.

"You have some nerve showing up here after what you did to Emma," David barks through clenched teeth.

After what he did to Emma?

Killian has no idea what David could possibly be talking about. Unless he's referring to getting inside his sister's pants.

When Killian lowers his hand from his lip, there's blood on his fingers. Anger and confusion pulse through him, and he wants to retaliate.

"What the hell, David?! What did you do?" Emma's voice calms Killian as she hurries over on black high heels and surveys the damage her brother did, though it doesn't look extremely easy to kneel when she's wearing a black pencil skirt.

"I did what he deserves." David shakes out his hand and rubs it with his other one.

Killian's eyes meet Emma's as she helps him to his feet, concern in her green emeralds. She's absolutely gorgeous. She's wearing a red tie-neck blouse and crimson lipstick to match, her hair cascading over her shoulders in soft, golden waves. He bends down to pick up the roses, but they're a little worse for wear. "Sorry, love, they're not as pretty as they were before your brother knocked me on my arse."

David scoffs. "You think some stupid roses make up for what you did?"

Even more bewildered, Killian glances between him and Emma. "Sorry, mate but you're not making any sense."

"I'm not your mate."

"Clearly."

Emma shoots daggers at David and grabs Killian's hand, leading him inside. "You didn't have to hit him."

"I was defending your honor."

"I don't need you defending me. I can take care of myself."

Once they're inside, Emma goes to the kitchen, where Killian washes the blood off his hands. She sets the roses on the counter, grabs a clean washcloth, dampens it under the faucet and cleans off his lip.

"Thanks love," he murmurs, his eyes connecting with Emma's.

Her eyes are guarded and she's not her usual self, her face hard and unreadable as she turns away from him and grabs an ice pack. She fills it up, holding it to his lip.

When he takes it over, she searches for a vase to put the roses in.

"So, are you going to tell me what this is all about? Of the many things I'm good at, mind reading is not one of them," he teases with a smirk.

She rolls her eyes as she fills the vase with water, her cheeks turning pink. "You certainly have other talents, I can't deny that." Once she places the roses into the vase, she turns toward him, placing her hands on her hips. "Can you just be honest with me about something?"