Don't Love Me

Chapter 7

I was beyond distracted once Monday came around, and I had to go into the office. My brain was so full of Kian and the time we had spent together that I was constantly zoning in and out. I kept myself closed off in my office, for the most part, to avoid having to interact with others. Sean was the only person I was interacting with, and he mostly let me be, seeing how distracted I was. That didn't stop him from having this smug little smirk on his face as if he knew what I was thinking about.

Kian had texted me Friday night after I had gotten in bed, letting me know he had made it home and telling me again that he had had a good time. I told him I felt the same, and he hinted at us going out again. I smoothly slid over, not giving him any confirmation, and bid him goodnight.

That didn't deter him, however. We spent most of the weekend texting and talking about various topics. It was almost like when we were teenagers again. Kian and I used to be able to speak for hours without stopping just because we enjoyed each other that much. It wasn't quite on the level that it was back then, but I felt it could quickly head that way if we let it.

He even called me when rumors and gossip were flying the night after we had gone out about the new woman in Kian Harrison's life. Someone had gotten a picture of us as we walked into the restaurant. You couldn't tell it was me; you couldn't even see my face, just a flash of me peeking out from under his arm as he had tucked me securely away. He apologized and explained that that was why he had kept me so close; he didn't want anyone to catch my face and begin to harass me from being with him. I waved away his apology, saying that it was fine since no one knew it was me. But my heart went wild at the news stories. A teeny tiny part of me was happy knowing that I was the envy of those women, even if he really wasn't mine, and I completely denied the fact that a small part of me wished he was.

I was happy I hadn't seen him for a few days. I didn't realize it when we scheduled it, but his being busy today gave me more time to prepare myself for Wednesday when we would begin the closing on the house.

Wednesday came, and I realized I was excited and slightly saddened that we would be closing. It meant that I wouldn't be seeing him much after this. The process had gone much quicker than I anticipated. The logical part of me knew that it was best that we finish so that I could put some distance between us, but the part of my heart that got excited every time I saw him wanted us to spend much more time together. I would only admit that to myself; however, I continued to tell my mother and Seraphina that I was grateful it would be over soon. Neither believed me, but that didn't matter; I knew what I needed to do and refused to let my feelings get the best of me.

I walked into the office confidently that morning, ready to take this on and finish, determined to stay strong. My heels clicked confidently on the floor as I strutted in and met Sean. He glanced at me, and even though he didn't say anything, I think he sensed something about me and wisely kept his thoughts to himself.

I worked hard that morning to keep other thoughts out of my head, getting the paperwork for Kian prepared and working on things for other clients that I had. The two hours flew quickly, and before I knew it, ten o'clock had come, and Sean was knocking on my door with Kian behind him.

I welcomed him and offered him a seat while Sean asked if we needed anything to drink. We both declined, and Sean left us alone. I was ready to dive right in, but Kian beat me to the punch and said, "You look good today; I have been looking forward to seeing you." I froze momentarily and said briskly, "Thank you. Now, there is quite a bit of paperwork that I will need you to sign, and we will talk through it all." I didn't meet his eyes as I said this, but I felt him staring at me.

After a few moments of silence, I looked up and saw him watching me. I said, "Is there a problem, Kian?" He raised an eyebrow and, with a slight chuckle, said, "No, not at all. Where do we start?" Noting the coldness in his voice telling me that he caught what I was doing, I got started, and we worked quietly and efficiently. We finally finished up around noon, and I told him that the house should be ready in 30 days, and he could return here to retrieve the keys.