Yes! Mr Murphy

Part 39

A few days later...

As you arrived in London for the BAFTAs, sharing an apartment with Kit, you couldn't help but feel the nervousness building inside you. Dressed in a beautiful gown, you took extra care to ensure that your makeup and hairstyle were impeccable, wanting to make a lasting impression on Cillian.

Cillian's wife Danielle was there too, attending the event with her new boyfriend who was also an actor, and you took the opportunity to thank her for the things she said about you in her interview when you ran into her in the hotel lobby before getting dressed for the event.

Kit, observing your preparations and clearly disapproved of your outfit. Jealousy was clearly building inside her as Cillian himself had to spend time with his agent and publicist, preparing for potential interview questions.

"Perhaps you should have gotten a stylist. Your dress and make-up look pretty basic," Kit remarked sarcastically, telling you that your boyfriend was outdressing you tonight.

"Well, tonight is about Cillian, not me. Despite, I feel comfortable and happy with my appearance," you retorted, flipping your hair over your shoulder with a playful smirk.

"Honestly, I am not sure what Cillian sees in you," Kit continued her sarcasm, making it evident she was bothered by your presence.

Her jealousy was starting to become transparent, and you couldn't help but feel sorry for her. She wanted to be Cillian's partner, yet here you were, sharing a bed with him and receiving his compliments.

"As opposed to you, you mean?" you thus asked playfully, turning away from her gaze, feeling somewhat hurt by her bitterness.

Deep down, you knew she felt threatened by your presence, and it troubled you. You didn't want to cause any discord between her and Cillian, but it seemed inevitable. Your relationship with Kit was slowly becoming strained, and it seemed destined to deteriorate further.

Kit sighed heavily, running a hand through her hair. She knew that confronting the situation wasn't going to do anything but damage her relationship with Cillian. Yet, she couldn't contain her resentment. "Yes, as opposed to me, or anyone else really. Maybe he likes you because you're young and naive, easy to control," Kit spat venomously, her eyes narrowing with hatred.

Your heart ached at her vitriolic remarks, but you chose to ignore them. Your priority was enjoying the BAFTAs with Cillian, and you didn't want to let Kit's words ruin your evening.

"Kit, please stop. You're only making things worse for yourself and it is emberassing," you warned her calmly, trying to diffuse the tension.

"Make things worse? You've already done that! Just by being here. You shouldn't have come here tonight. You are the one who is going to embarrass him. This whole relationship you have together is a joke," Kit hissed, her voice laced with anger and frustration, which, even for her, was unusual. Something had happened to trigger this sudden outburst of emotion that day and you did not know what it was. She was usually a little more tactful than that.

Feeling upset by her words, you tried to understand where this animosity was coming from.

"Kit, please stop," you pleaded, desperately trying to maintain a sense of civility for Cillian's sake. However, her bitter response caught you off guard.

"I respect your working relationship with Cillian. You are his assistant, but other than that, you really need to stay in line, especially when it comes to Cillian's personal life," you stated firmly, standing your ground.

Kit glared at you, her eyes flashing with malice. Her jealousy had morphed into rage, threatening to destroy everything she held dear.

"You know we slept with each other, right? The last time we came to London. We stayed in the same hotel as we are staying in now and I just think that you should know about it. I am clearly more than just his assistant," Kit continued with a sneer, her lips curling into a malicious grin.