Folding For You

Chapter 16: Killian

I could barely move after the feast Sabrina had prepared for me. It was more than just food—it was perfection, every bite reminding me of how damn lucky I am.

Sabrina is incredible in the kitchen, and ever since we started spending more time together, it's like my kitchen finally has a purpose. Coming home to the smell of a deliciously cooked meal is every man's dream, and I'm living it. I know, without a doubt, that I'll make her my wife one day.

But there's so much I don't know about her still—so many layers, so many secrets hidden behind those eyes of hers. And I'm going to uncover every single one.

After our hearty lunch, I decided to spoil her. Sabrina deserved it. To set the mood, I lit candles around the bathroom, used the diffuser sticks, and played relaxing music.

The bath is ready. I am ready to wrap her in my arms in warm water until night comes. I called her into the bathroom, and she came in, her face blushing and her eyes excitedly bright.

She hugged me tightly before slipping out of her clothes. God, she was beautiful.

"Is the water too hot?" I asked, my voice concerned.

She grinned at me teasingly, "It will be once you come in," gesturing for me to join her.

I didn't waste a second. I slipped out of my work clothes and folded them neatly into the laundry basket with hers.

"Mr. OCD," she teased again, her eyes playful.

I shot her a look. "I'm not OCD. I just like things neat," I replied, though my voice had a hint of amusement.

Slowly, I eased into the tub, and she slid between my legs. I pulled her close, her back resting against my chest as I cradled her, feeling her warmth against me.

Half a bottle of red wine was left, and I was already a little tipsy, but in a good way, just enough to feel relaxed.

She grabbed the loofah, lathering it with fruity shower gel, and turned to rub it across my chest. "Hi, handsome," she said, her voice soft and sultry.

I grinned at her. "Hi."

I shifted, giving her room so she could comfortably wrap her legs around my waist as she worked the soap across my skin. The feel of her touch was driving me insane.

"You smell nice, Dimples," I murmured, kissing her nose. Her scent made me feel like walking through a blooming orchard on a summer day.

And then she looked up at me, her eyes soft and tender. "I've never been this happy before." Her voice wavered, and tears started rolling down her cheeks before I knew it.

"Hey, hey..." I whispered, pulling her closer. "Don't cry, Dimples." I gently wiped her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. These feelings for you are too much and sometimes overwhelming," she said, unloading her thoughts.

She continued, "Everything seems perfect now because you don't know much about me. But once you see more of me, I feel like you'll leave and not like me anymore."

I can sense Sabrina's insecurities are building up. This damn money, it's a prison. Women who see it as a golden ticket think they own me. They're always scheming, always trying to manipulate. And then there are women like Sabrina, who are pure and loving but always feel like they're falling short. It's a goddamn tragedy.

I couldn't take it anymore. Her words, they were like daggers. I grabbed her face and forced her to look at me. "What if I said that about you?' I growled. "What if you discovered something about me and decided you hated me?"

Her eyes softened, and she shook her head. "I would never stop wanting you just because you have flaws."

"Exactly," I said, my voice low but steady. "Baby, you're overthinking this. I'm not going anywhere."

She looked at me then, a cheeky grin spreading across her face.

I raised an eyebrow. "What now?"

"I like it when you call me baby," she admitted, her grin growing wider.

That was it. She was driving me out of my mind. I reached for the loofah, pulled it from her hands, and tossed it aside. My hands slid down to tug her legs tighter around me. Without hesitation, I kissed her hard and deep.

My hands moved to her breasts, massaging them as her moans filled the bathroom. She is all I need and want, and I wouldn't stop until she knew how much I craved her.

~o~

I woke up to the persistent ringing of my phone.

Sabrina was still asleep beside me, her arms wrapped tightly around my waist, her soft breath against my chest. She looked so peaceful, and the last thing I wanted to do was wake her.

Slowly, I started to untangle her arms from me, careful not to disturb her, and gently moved her to her side of the bed. Thankfully, she was still deep in sleep.

I checked the time—4 AM. Who the hell was calling me this early? I picked up the phone, still half-asleep, and saw Brandon Leeson's name flashing on the screen. My PR manager-cum-crisis-extinguisher.

"This better be good, Leeson. It's 4 AM, for God's sake," I growled, clearly irritated.

"You may want to check your phone," he replied, unusually tense, before hanging up.

I glanced at my notifications. Hundreds of missed calls. Kaleb. Karlton. Derek. My entire team. Dad.

My blood ran cold. What the hell had happened in the last few hours?

I quickly clicked on Brandon's links, and each headline felt like a punch to the gut.

#The Prince and the Pauper: Killian Kincaid's Tragic Love Story#

#Killian Kincaid Chooses Ordinary Over Extraordinary#

#Go For The Kill in Boardrooms but not in his bedroom: Killian Kincaid's Story#

My jaw clenched as I scrolled through the chaos. Sabrina's face was plastered across every tabloid. Photos of us together. Our private life is exposed.

I stormed into my study, slamming the door shut behind me. My frustration boiled over, and I yelled, "FUCK!" as loud as I could, my voice reverberating off the walls.

How could I have let this happen? How could I not have seen this coming?

I grabbed my phone and called Brandon back, my patience wholly gone. "Leeson, fix this. Now."

"Already working on it, boss," he said but hesitated. "But... what's the situation with you two? Are you ready to go public with your relationship?"

I didn't even hear him. My mind was spinning. They had exposed her. Sabrina, the one thing I needed to protect, was now front-page news. How was she going to live her life with every eye on her?

"Leeson," I snapped, cutting through his rambling. "Make sure every goddamn tabloid removes Sabrina's photos, or we'll sue every last one of them."

Before he could respond, I ended the call, tossing the phone onto my desk with a harsh clatter. My rage simmered, coursing through me like wildfire. What the fuck was the point of having a PR team if they couldn't even control this shit?

I slammed my fist down onto the desk. The sharp pain shot up my arm, but I didn't care. I was too furious to feel anything else.

Suddenly, I heard a soft knock on the door.

"Baby?" Sabrina's quiet and hesitant voice broke through the storm in my head.

Fuck. She must've heard everything.