The Wedding Issue

Chapter Twenty Seven - Sweet Dreams are Also Made of This

He seemed like he just got out of bed. His dark hair was tousled around his head and his clothes were raggedy. He looked like he hadn't shaved for days either and his face was kind of scruffy. I always seemed to find his messy look very amusing. It was one of the things about him that made him seem so badass. He didn't seem so badass right now, however. He had a look of freight in his eyes; like he's seen a ghost. He merely kept staring at me; not saying a word, not bothering to invite me in. I was starting to have second thoughts about showing up out of the blue.

I woke up this morning with utmost certainty that I was going to meet him today and spill my heart out. I didn't care that my neck brace would hinder my movement, I was still going to meet him if it was the last thing I did. Luckily, someone had left me some herbal remedy on my kitchen counter with a note that read, "Drink this and you'll feel brand new." I really did feel brand new, and a trip to the doctor this morning proved that all my fractures were miraculously, one-hundred per cent healed. The miracle-worker didn't leave their name behind so that I could thank them, but I decided I would dig that up some other time. So, the neck brace was off and the sassy attitude was back on.

And now here I am, three espresso shots later, standing in front of Killian Rhodes' apartment, with my heart on my sleeve and a renewed faith in the world.

'Why... why are you here Genevieve?', he finally managed to mutter.

I decided to ignore his rude response, and I pushed past him and let myself in. I wasn't leaving here until I got the answers I was looking for. I had to be brave about this.

'You weren't answering any of my calls. You didn't even bother to show up last night. Why?', I asked abrasively as I dropped my clutch and took off my coat and placed it on the only couch in the apartment.

His apartment was eerily smaller than I imagined it to be. I thought he and Claire made enough money to live in a place much better than this. She was, after all, a lawyer, and he was very good at what he did he obviously made tons of money. The living room barely housed a couch, a recliner and a TV on a bench. The kitchen opened up to the living room and there was a small dining table that could only seat two. I couldn't even begin to imagine just how tiny their bedroom was. I didn't want to let myself think about their closet situation either.

He finally managed to close the door and approach me. He looked fondly into my eyes, like he was afraid of saying the wrong thing. He didn't want to hurt me. What scared me was the fact that he thought that he could; it was written all over his face. I tried not to show that I was hesitant, even though I suddenly felt very aware of what I was doing.

'It's complicated', he said as he threw himself on the couch.

He was really starting to piss me off. I had to bite my tongue to prevent myself from swearing uncontrollably. Why was he acting like this? Here I am, presenting him with a golden opportunity and he wasn't even trying to take advantage. What was up with that? I had to remind myself to breathe, because anger will get me nowhere.

'Well then, uncomplicate it, Killian. Just admit it', I said, my temper flaring.

I was still on my feet next to him, keeping my foot down to make a point and all that jazz. Although, it was hard to keep my knees from trembling every now and then.

'Admit what?', he said as he looked up at me, his luminous eyes glowing behind those long, mesmerizing lashes.

I wanted to slap him and kiss him at the same time. He infuriated me but also made me want to jump his bone. It was so hard for me not to think about sitting on his lap right now and giving him the time of his life. How could one man be making me feel all those feelings at the same time? I had to close my eyes and take another deep breath to control myself.