Hollow

Thirty Seven | Spell

I think it's safe to say that Killian has done a spectacular job at keeping me sober like he promised an hour ago. I avert my gaze to Paris who's engrossed in a conversation with Daniel across our table as I play with the straw of my now empty cocktail glass. Daniel has one arm resting on her chair, his body facing her as she says something to him, making him erupt in a fit of laughter.

"Paris, you little minx!" I chuckle absentmindedly.

"Looks like someone's having the time of her life." Killian adds.

"I'd be doing the same if you stopped supervising my drinks."

"Keep playing.." He gives me a cheeky grin, his eyes darkening. "We'll see if you're this brave later."

I roll my eyes at he turns to greet someone. They exchange a hug and a couple of words then suddenly they turn their gaze towards me. I give Killian a knowing look and he nods in confirmation; he's Belgium's goalkeeper, Evan Philippe.

"Hi, I'm Zahra."

"Evan." He grins. "Did you meet the rest of my team?"

"No, but you could do the honors." I laugh.

He chuckles, motioning us to follow him.

Killian groans and crosses his arms in defiance, refusing to move. I give him my best 'behave' look before strolling towards the group of people chatting among themselves, stopping a few times as people come to congratulate him.

By the end of the night, I've managed to meet nearly every single footballer and celebrity that attended the party. Killian also managed to get high, don't ask me how, I don't even want to know.

Killian POV

"Really Killian? You couldn't wait until the end of the party?"

I offer her a smile, making her shake her head in disapproval. Suddenly, she halts and looks at me, holding out her hand to me.

I sigh and bring my hand to my suit pocket, taking out the bag with my blunt before handing it to her. "Think people will notice?" I ask as she hides the bag in her clutch.

"They might if you don't keep it in check." She replies before bringing placing her hands on both of my cheeks, placing a small kiss on my lips. "How are you feeling now?"

"Very good."

"That's probably because you're high, Killian."

"Not high enough."

"Behave." She warns, a hint of amusement clear in her voice, steadying me as we make our way through the crowd of people.

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Zahra POV

We walk inside the suite and as soon as I shut the door, I am pushed back against the nearest wall and pulled into a kiss with immense passion that nearly makes me faint. Killian wraps his hands around the back of my thighs and lifts me up to wrap my legs around his torso. I lock my arms around his neck, running my hands into his hair as he deepens the kiss.

"Look who's eager now." Killian chuckles against my lips and I feel my cheeks heat up.

"I'll show you eager." I pull him into another intense kiss.

Killian is the first to pull back seconds later. I begin unbuttoning his shirt as he trails kisses along my jaw. I let my hands roam his hard chest until I stop at his V line. He chuckles, shaking his head then suddenly, he throws me over his shoulder and starts moving, probably heading to the bedroom.

He tosses me on the bed and hovers over me, his lips brushing against my neck and stopping at a particular spot that he nibbles on. When he feels satisfied with his work, he makes his way down my stomach and lifts his head up, meeting my gaze as I feel his hot breath on my thigh driving me wild with anticipation.

"Any last words?" He asks lowly, his tone sending a shiver down my spine. He's giving me the option to tap out before he sends me in the sixth dimension.

I shake my head no and brace myself for what's to come —pun intended, as he gives me a dark grin before pressing a trail of kisses on my thigh.

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I stand to go get a glass of water but my legs give out. Fortunately, I manage to catch myself on the nightstand in time.

"You good mami?"

"Don't talk to me." I groan as I glare at my boyfriend.

"That's not what you were saying a few minutes ago." Killian teases, amusement evident in his voice. "Look at you now, you can't even walk right."

"And who's fucking fault is it?"

"Judging by your current state? Yours."

I groan in response earning a light chuckle from him.

He walks towards me then helps me get on the bed, gently placing me on my side and pulling the duvet over me before placing a kiss on my temple. I close my eyes, letting darkness envelop me as I relax into his embrace with his hand runs smooth circles on my back.