Clueless Psychic

Chapter Eight

CHAPTER 8

I opened my eyes and looked out the window when I finally heard the car doors open.

"What the hell are we doing here?" I exclaimed, noticing that we were not at my home but at Kian's hotel again.

"We have to see Kian," Liam said, extending his hand to help me out of the car.

I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest.

"You mean we as in you because I don't want to see or talk to him. Understood?"

"We do not have time for this, Liam," James grunted, hauling me about the waist and extricating me from the car. I fought to get free of his hold, but he easily flung me over his shoulder caveman style.

"James, this is not the way to do things," Liam said.

"I'm tired of her whining. I do not know why Kian puts up with it," James replied, entering the hotel as if he was carrying a bag of potatoes and not a woman squirming and punching his back. My protests fell deaf on his ears.

"I. Do. Not. Whine." I said through clenched teeth. I felt a tingle creeping into my head.

Liam walked next to us, scanning the lobby, pretending there was nothing out of the ordinary going on.

"Liam, are you gonna let him treat me this way?" I asked, feeling dizzy as more blood rushed to my head. I was almost nauseous from jostling around on James's shoulder. We received a few glances from bystanders, but no one was willing to help me.

"This is harassment. I demand you set me down!" I yelled as the elevator doors closed.

"As you wish," James said flatly. I struggled some more just as he let me go. And down I went, headfirst.

"Aaaghhh!"

I do not know what I did in my past life to deserve more head injuries in a couple of days than any other person on this planet. Well, maybe not a boxer, but you know what I mean.

I just lay there, tears welling up in my eyes. My head hurt again. My whole body was one big hurt. I remained where I was as I waited for the blood to make its way back to the rest of my body.

"Catherine!" I heard a voice call out to me. I hadn't even noticed the elevator doors opening. I was too wrapped up in pain and thoughts of 'why me' to register that Kian was talking to me.

Slowly lifting my head, I looked up at him. He was standing with his hands on his hips, brow furrowed, anger and concern in his eyes.

"Hi," I said meekly. Kian bent down and gathered me up in his arms, and as much as I wanted to complain and demand that he set me down, I didn't. I buried my head in his shoulder and silently shed some more tears.

"Why is she hurt?" he asked Liam.

"I-I fell, Kian. I'm ok," I said before Liam could answer.

He set me down on the bed when we entered the bedroom section of the penthouse. He looked at his men and dismissed them but didn't seem happy. Hell, I wasn't pleased either. I was alone with him again.

"Catherine, there is no reason for you to lie to me," he said as he sat beside me on the bed.

"I wasn't lying. I fell," I quickly replied.

He smiled. "And how did you happen to fall, if I may ask?" He lifted a brow. Damn him. I knew he was gonna get me to tell him the truth.

"Well, I tripped and fell," I said, looking away.

"You are not a good liar, Catherine. Tell me what really happened." 

I didn't want James in trouble, although he deserved it. I wasn't one to snitch on people.