The Wrong Woman
1095 Words
Kylian sat at his large mahogany desk, staring at the paperwork spread out in front of him. Large financial numbers filled the pages, completely blurred and unreadable. He had spent the last two hours trying to focus on a corporate merger, but his mind refused to cooperate.
Every time the office grew quiet, his thoughts drifted straight back to his bedroom. He could still feel the exact weight and size of her hips in his hands, a feeling that made his bodt tense. Being denied by a woman was entirely new to him, but getting hit between his thighs was an insult he could not forget.
Serena, his assistant knocked gently on his door and walked in, carrying a small silver tray. She placed a warm cup on his desk. "Your afternoon coffee, Mr. Moreno. I had the kitchen brew it exactly how you usually like it."
He picked up the cup and took a sip of it, but the liquid tasted incredibly bitter, burning the back of his throat. He winced, setting it down quickly on the tray, his stomach had been aching for months from the strong coffee brew, but after days of drinking the herbal teas Evangeline made, this regular coffee tasted like poison. He pushed the tray away with a flick of his fingers.
"Is something wrong with it, sir?" Serena asked, looking surprised. "I can have them make a fresh pot."
"Take it away," Kylian muttered, rubbing his temples where a headache was starting to form. "And cancel my remaining meetings for the rest of the afternoon, I am leaving early.”
Serena nodded quickly, picking up the tray. "Should I call the driver?"
"No. I’ll be driving myself."
Grabbing his personal phone from the desk, he dialed a number he had not called in weeks.
"Kylian," a sexy voice answered after the first ring. It was Natalia, a lingerie model who understood the rules of his lifestyle perfectly. She never asked for commitments or promises, and she was always highly creative in bed. "I was beginning to think you forgot about me."
"Meet me at the Obsidian Lounge in an hour, Natalia," he said, his voice lowering as he stood up and loosened his tie. "I want to see you."
"I can't wait," she whispered back, a small laugh escaping her lips. "I'll wear that black dress you like so much."
~~•~~
The Obsidian Lounge was quiet and dimly lit when Kylian arrived. He sat in a corner booth away from the main floor, downing a glass of whiskey while he waited. The alcohol did nothing to dull the agitation in his chest.
When Natalia walked in, she looked striking. Her dark hair fell in perfect waves over her shoulders, and her tight black dress showed off every curve of her lean body. She did not waste time with casual conversation or greetings. She slid into the booth next to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him hard, her lips parting instantly.
He met her mouth with an aggressive hunger, desperate to erase the memory of Evangeline from his mind. Sliding his large hand up Natalia’s leg, he gripped her bare thigh firmly, his fingers digging into her skin. Natalia groaned against his lips, moving closer until her chest was pressed tightly against his shirt. She was ready and completely willing, and the heavy heat in his lower body grew intense.
"My place is ten minutes away," he muttered against her ear, his teeth grazing her skin.
"Take me there right now," Natalia breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair.
~~•~~
It was nearly midnight when the private elevator doors chimed and opened into the penthouse. The entire apartment was totally dark, the day staff had gone home hours ago. Kylian led Natalia out by her waist, her high heels clicking loudly against the floor. She was laughing breathlessly, her black dress already unzipped halfway down her back from the ride up.
"Kylian, wait," Natalia joked, though she did not pull away when he shoved her back against the edge of the dining table.
He leaned down, kissing her neck while his hands held her hips. But as his fingers dug into her waist, his mind got confused. For a second, his body expected the soft, natural fullness from earlier. Instead, his hands met the very lean, hard waist of a runway model. The sudden difference annoyed him, making his movements rougher as he pulled her closer.
Suddenly, the kitchen light flicked on, throwing a bright beam of yellow light across the dark dining floor.
Kylian stopped, raising his head slowly to look toward the doorway.
Evangeline stood there. She had gone to bed hours ago and came out to the kitchen just for a drink. She was wearing a plain grey nightgown that hung loosely around her frame. Her long brown hair hung down her back in a loose, thick braid, and she was not wearing her usual bonnet. She held a glass of water in her hand, her body completely frozen as she looked at them.
Natalia tried to arrange her dress subtly, but Kylian didn’t move away from the table. He stayed right where he was, keeping his hand firmly on Natalia’s hip.
He stared straight into Evangeline’s wide blue eyes. He saw her shock last for a split second before her face turned into a look of complete disgust.
The corner of Kylian's mouth lifted. He neither said sorry nor did he try to explain anything. Locking his eyes on hers, he wrapped his arm tightly around Natalia’s waist, pulling the model against his side.
"Go back to your room, Evangeline," Kylian barked arrogantly. "We are going to be making a lot of noise tonight, so try to sleep early.”
Evangeline did not utter a single word. She didn’t look away or flinch under his gaze, instead she set her glass of water down on the kitchen counter loudly, turned around, and walked down the hallway back to toward the workers’ area.
Kylian watched her go, his jaw tightening.
"Kylian?" Natalia whispered, touching his chest to get his attention back. "Who was that girl?”
“No one, come on.”
The anger in his blood made the tension between his thighs even stronger. He picked Natalia up in his arms, and she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.
Turning away and walking to his bedroom, Kylian’s eyes drifted once towards the dark hallway Evangeline had just walked through. He sighed before disappearing into his room.
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