Folding For You

Chapter 11: Sabrina

It was 2 a.m., and I was lying on Killian's bare chest, the room still humming with the intensity of what we'd just shared. His arm was wrapped around me, the other hand lazily tracing patterns along my shoulder.

The softness of the ebony sheets—probably Egyptian cotton with a gazillion thread count, knowing him—enveloped us both, and I felt wrapped in his warmth, his scent filling my senses.

I looked up at him, and the memory of our connection stirred something profound in me, making my cheeks flush. He noticed, of course. "What is it, Dimples?" he asked, his voice tender as if he already knew.

I smiled softly, closing my eyes and squeezing him tighter, burying my face in his skin. "Nothing, baby," I whispered, even though my heart still raced. He let out a low, relieved chuckle, pulling me closer.

"You ready to meet Kaleb?" he asked, almost teasing but with a hint of seriousness.

I bit my lip, nerves fluttering in my stomach at the thought. "I don't know," I admitted. I shifted, leaning against his to look him in the eye. "What do you think he'll want to talk to me about?"

Killian tilted his head back, resting it further on the pillow. "Probably a huge compensation," he said, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

I couldn't help but laugh, bringing my hands to his face and caressing it as I looked at him. "Thank you for helping me with all of this," I said sincerely, the words coming out more grateful than I intended. He didn't have to do any of this, but he did, and it meant everything.

He pulled me in tighter, his arms a secure, warm fortress. "I think you should thank that spunky intern of yours. Her persistence cracked my brother," he teased.

That made me laugh—hard. Iyana's viral video came to mind, and I was instantly flooded with gratitude for her. "Oh my God, that video! It's hilarious," I said, still chuckling. "She's brave, though. I didn't train her to be a rebel, but I'm proud of her for standing up to the top management like that."

Panic surged through me as the realization hit—what if Iyana had caused serious damage to Kaleb and his company? My voice wavered as I asked, "Did Iyana ruin Kaleb's reputation?"

Killian exhaled, his voice calm and controlled. "Dimples, for the Kincaids, this barely registers as a PR crisis. People are always claiming they've slept with one of us, found issues with our hotels, or accusing us of shady deals. It's the usual noise. Trust me, it's just another amusing footnote for the archives."

I let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding, relief flooding through me as Killian reassured me that Kaleb's reputation was still intact, despite Iyana's outburst going viral. The fear that I might have caused some serious damage melted away, and for the first time in hours, I felt like I could breathe again. Thank God, I thought. We dodged a bullet.

"And by the way, when are you adding your boyfriend on Scrollie?" Killian said, narrowing his eyes at me.

I squinted at him like a cat, pretending to be unimpressed but inwardly amused. Grabbing my phone, I raised an eyebrow. "What's your username?" I asked, expecting something ridiculous.

He shook his head, clearly enjoying this more than he should, "Just so you know, normally not knowing my Scrollie handle would be a serious offence—but lucky for you, those dimples are an excellent form of damage control."

He took my phone, added himself, and handed it back.

I read his handle out loud,"@GoForTheKill? Wow, Killian, how cheesy."

He grinned, leaning in to grab my cheek and kiss it. "But you like cheesy, don't you?"

I settled back into his arms, resting my head on his shoulder, and scrolled through his profile. His photos were mostly of scenic landscapes and travels, not many of himself.

"Nothing much to see, Dimples; I am boring," Killian said.

I looked up at him, grinning. "Your photos are incredible. You've got an eye for it. Though, let's be real—your fancy phone camera deserves a little credit, too."

"Thanks, but my profile's pretty dull compared to Karlton and Kaleb. Karlton has a whole photography team behind him, so every shot looks ripped from Vogue or Tatler. And Kaleb—well, he's always in the middle of the action, hanging out with celebrities and influencers. The guy's on top of every trend, which is not surprising since he's the youngest CEO in media." Killian said while looking at his Scrollie photos with me.

When he talked about his brothers, I could hear the affection in his voice, and it warmed me inside.

He went on, "I can be hard on Kaleb, but the kid's smart—just a little wild. Most of the time, he's pulling these stunts to piss off Dad, and he knows exactly how to do it."

Hearing him talk about his family with such love and understanding made me adore him even more. I couldn't believe I was with a man like this—strong but deeply connected to his family.

As I continued scrolling, I noticed his captions. "So, you're one of those guys who takes a picture of a sunset and adds some philosophical caption, huh?" I said, teasing again. "Iyana would have a field day with your profile. She called me a boomer, you know?"

Killian's eyebrows shot up. "Boomer? Isn't that for someone like my dad or something?"

I nodded in agreement while patting my chest for emphasis. "She said that to me. I'm a boomer. Me!"

He gave me a mock-serious look. "How dare she!"

And before I knew it, he was tickling me, making me squirm and laugh uncontrollably as we playfully wrestled on the bed.

Eventually, we settled down, the laughter fading as we lay there, tangled in each other. It wasn't long before the exhaustion set in, and we drifted into a peaceful, contented sleep.