“You’re still here,” I say when I exit my grandfather’s hospital room.
Killian is sitting in a plastic chair in the waiting room. He’s still wearing a tux. He must not have found any gift shop clothes that fit him.
“I told you I would stay,” he says, standing and putting his phone back into his pocket. “How’s he doing?” He nods toward my grandfather’s room.
“He’s doing well. He’s a pretty tough old man…although his heart might have just grown a little softer.”
He raises his eyebrows but doesn’t ask about it, and I don’t say anything else about my grandfather.
Instead, I walk to Killian until my lips are just a breath from his, until my body is trembling again, just like it was the last time our bodies were this close to each other. I close my eyes and try to calm my body, but it doesn’t work. I open them again and am faced with his intense dark eyes transfixed on mine.
“Ask me,” I breathe onto his lips.
I watch him suck in a breath, but he doesn’t say anything.
“Ask me,” I say again.
“Princess, will you marry me?” he asks while still standing.
He doesn’t get down on one knee. He doesn’t pull the ring box that is still tucked in his pocket back out. That means, he’s already decided that he knows the answer.
I smile because he’s mostly right. “No,” I say.
His eyes close, immediately blocking me off. His breathing returns. His head drops.
“Now, answer a question for me.”
He takes a deep breath before opening his eyes. “Yes, princess?”
“You have to promise to be completely honest.”
“I will,” he says.
My heart is racing much too fast. My shaking has increased instead of slowed. My eyes try to close, but I force them to stay open, to stay on him to read his reaction.
I let one more beat of my heartbeat before I ask, “Do you love me?”
A smug grin forms on his face as he takes a couple of seconds longer to answer me than I anticipated. I was wrong. Him deciding to marry me, no matter what, didn’t mean what I thought it did. It’s part of some other master plan that I don’t know about.
“Maybe,” he says the word as innocently as I have countless times to him before. His smug smile grows larger.
I can’t help the smile that forms on my own lips. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
I launch my lips onto his. It’s been too long since I tasted him, too long since he wrapped his arms around me, like he is doing now, too long since I felt truly loved by someone since my father died.
The kiss is more than a kiss. It’s a declaration of love, a promise of what could be. It’s a chance, a chance to be together because of our choices and no one else’s.
He tries to break away from the kiss when my hands start tugging at the hem of his shirt. “Princess, I love your enthusiasm, but we can’t do that here. There are people watching.”
I smile larger though as I grab ahold of his hand and pull him down the hallway. An old episode of Friends pops into my head as we make our way through the hospital. It’s the one where Chandler and Monica sneak off to an empty hospital room to do it while Rachel is in labor.
I pass a room that looks dark. There are no nurses hovering around this room. I peek through the cracked door. It’s empty.
I tug on Killian’s arm, and he follows me into the room. I shut the door behind us, and my lips attack his again as my hand pulls at the hem of his shirt. It’s then I realize that I don’t need his shirt off. It’s his pants I should be working on.
I grab at the button. It unbuttons quickly, and then I’m unzipping his pants.
He smiles against my lips. “God, if I had known what kind of crazy woman you would turn into when I told you that maybe I loved you, I would have told you sooner.”
“Shut up, and help me get these pants off of you.”
He laughs but complies, and his pants fall to the floor. He grabs my ass and pushes me against the wall.
I moan as his lips touch my neck, and his hand finds my breast.
“This is going to be quick,” he says into my neck.
I nod. “Yes, quick,” I say. I’m barely able to speak.
I feel him smiling again as he reaches his hand into the front of my pants, cupping my pussy.
“Fuck, Killian!” I scream.
He clamps his hand over my mouth, silencing me. “You can’t scream. You can’t moan. You have to be silent.”
I nod my head, agreeing.
He tugs my pants down, and I feel them fall to the floor.
He rubs his hard cock at my entrance. “God, you’re so wet already, baby.”
“Please, I need you now,” I whisper.
He rubs his cock one more time over my clit before he lifts my legs and thrusts inside me in one motion. I bite my lip to keep from screaming out his name. When I look at him, I can tell he is doing the same. He doesn’t hesitate though. He thrusts quickly in and out of me.
God, I want to moan. I want to scream. I want to have him fuck me like this over and over again.
But something does escape his lips when his cock is buried deep inside me with his beautiful eyes locked on mine. “I love you, princess.”
He thrusts again, keeping me from responding the way I want to. He thrusts again, building us closer.
“I love you, too,” I moan a little louder than I should.
It’s then that I realize I forgot one little part of that Friends episode. They get caught.
The door opens, and the lights flash on. I glance up, and we both laugh as a young nurse stares at Killian’s bare ass. We both laugh as she closes the door and runs away in embarrassment.
Killian starts thrusting again.
“What are you doing?”
He shrugs. “Might as well finish.”
I try to catch my breath as I pull my pants back up. I watch as Killian buttons his pants back up. The nurse has yet to come back, but that’s probably because she has called security by now.
Killian doesn’t seem to care about security though. He walks to me, putting his hands at my waist. “I love you, Kinsley,” he says before softly kissing me on the lips. “I know you’re not ready to marry me yet. And that’s okay. But can we at least date?”
I laugh. “Maybe.”
“Yes,” he says sternly, making me laugh again.
“Yes,” I say.
He lifts me and spins me around as he kisses me again.
But the spin is ended abruptly. I look to the door, thinking that maybe the nurse has come back, but no one’s there.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Why aren’t you marrying me? I thought that was the only way you could be a part of the company.”
I smile. “I told Granddad that I didn’t care about being a part of the company. I told him that I didn’t care about the money. I told him I refused to marry such an arrogant ass.”
He frowns, making me smile larger.
“I told him I was tired of living my life for other people. I told him that I’d be making all the decisions in my life now.”
He hugs me again. “That’s great. I’m so proud of you, princess.” He lets me go. “What are you going to do now?”
“Other than be your girlfriend?”
He nods.
“I’m going to be your new VP of Operations.”
He grabs me and lifts me, spinning me around again.
We kiss. We laugh. We fall further in love.
When he puts me down, I know I have made the right decision.
The door swings open again, startling us. Two men in black suits walk through the door. They are not security guards.
“Are you Kinsley Felton?” the man says.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Killian wraps his arms around me tighter.
The man walks toward us. He grabs ahold of my arm. “Kinsley Felton, you are under arrest.”
I expect him to say, for having sex in a spare hospital bed. But that doesn’t make sense.
He finishes his sentence, “For money laundering and fraud.”
I stare at him, wide-eyed. I have no idea what he is talking about.
Killian is still holding on to my waist, refusing to let me go.
“I’m going to have to ask you to let her go.”
Killian does, and the man puts the cuffs on me. He begins walking me out of the room. I hear Killian running next to us.
“Excellent job, Agent Byrne,” the man who has me in cuffs says.
I turn to my right to face the direction where the man is talking, but I have no idea who he is talking to. All I see is Killian. Killian Browne.
His eyes grow heavy, sad, as he looks from me and then to the man who has me in cuffs. “Thank you, Agent Phillips,” he says weakly.
My mouth drops. Killian isn’t Killian. He’s not a CEO. He’s a cop or with the FBI or CIA or whatever the hell agents work with.
I force myself to keep my eyes off of Killian or whatever the hell his name is as the man leads me out of the hospital and into the back of a blacked-out Suburban.
I was wrong. I’m always wrong. Killian doesn’t love me. He doesn’t care about being a CEO. He was just doing his job.
I try to push him out of my head. I try to focus on whatever I’m facing as the car speeds off, leaving the hospital behind. I can’t help it though. I glance back at him. He’s standing on the street, staring at me with an intense stare on his face.
I hate him, I think.
But I don’t. The lingering love is still there. I still feel his warm cum pooling between my thighs. I still feel his love even if it didn’t exist.
I turn away from him.
Any normal woman would be afraid. Being arrested is most people’s worst nightmare. It should be mine, except this isn’t the first time I’ve made a mistake. It feels just like the last time. The pain from being betrayed by a man I thought loved me is the same.
The only difference is, last time I knew what the mistake was. But, this time, I have no clue.