Chapter 17 | It Wasn't That Bad
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"Omg, you guys made out in his office!" Regina squealed really loud. I flinch at her screaming, making my ears drum ring.
Regina and I was at her house hanging out. I walked in all blushing of Killian and I make out session in his office just hours ago. She notice my change of happy mood. After our semi-make out session Killian had a call for a meeting, causing us to stop. I left out if his office totally blushing like a tomato.
"Yeah, but I don't know what we are now." I tell her blushing, "He makes me happy, but you know I still have my walls, and I'm scared I guess."
Regina with a mouth full spoon of ice-cream replied, "It will take time I guess, and if he wants to be with you, he would definitely tell you." I nod, "but I can't over that fact that you made out with the Killian Jones." she nudges me playfully.
I roll my eyes, "It wasn't that bad."
She narrow her eyes at me, "C'mon Emma tell me, what's it like kissing him? Is he a tongue guy? Or not? Was it passionate or slowly? Did you touch his hair, because I've always wanted to touch it. Oh! Was he gentle-"
"Alright Regina." I stop her in her mid-sentence, facepalming myself, "I thought you didn't like him anyways?" I ask, plopping a chip in my mouth.
Regina giggles, "That doesn't mean that he isn't sexy as hell." I roll my eyes, god what will I have to do with my best-friend. She scoops some more ice-cream bringing it to her lips, "You know what he reminds me of?"
Oh god.
Narrowing my eyes at her I answer, "What?"
"Mr. Grey from Fifty Shades of Grey." she tug her lips into a smile.
My face instantly turn red, I couldn't believe she would say that, "Oh my god Regina why are you making this so awkward."
She chuckles, "What I was just stating facts." she shrug, putting her ice-cream down.
"Those are not facts, because he doesn't look like a guy who would do that."
She shrugs, "So was Mr. Grey but that didn't stop him." she smirks.
I blush again for the millionth time.
Oh.
My.
Fucking.
God.
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The next day, I got out of my car walking into the building. I changed my wardrobe completely. I wore a black skater skirt, with a blue blouse tucked in, black heels and a light brown sweater. Running my hands through my now loosen hair, I made my way up to the top floor towards my office. Tapping my finger by my side, waiting for the elevator, my palms started to sweat. Higher the elevator went, the more closer I was to my boss, Killian. I was nervous.
The elevator dinged. I stepped out of the elevator towards my office opening the door. I sat my belongings down to move towards Killian's office. I was starting to trust him, and it scared me. I haven't been close to someone in years. So maybe if I could pretend our make out session didn't happen, I would be able to focus on work, but I couldn't. That was a hell of a kiss. And a experience.
I knocked on the wooden door of Killian's office.
Tapping my foot lightly on the ground, I waited for his approval.
Only no one answered. So I knocked again, maybe he didn't hear the first knock.
Silence.
I reached for the door, opening it wide. He wasn't at his desk. It was empty.
I shut the door quietly behind me. I looked around the room. Yep completely empty. His desk was clean like no one was here to begin with. Maybe he was sick? But if he was he would have called or texted right?
Leaving out of the empty office, my stomach started to twist in knots.
What if he wasn't sick? What if he just wanted to get away from me of what happened yesterday. Maybe he thought it was a mistake kissing me. I held back tears, I was stronger than this. I kissed him twice yet we weren't anything. Maybe I was just his distraction in that moment. My heart started to ache in pain. These feeling that I have for him needs to stop. He does technically have a girlfriend, but kissing him didn't make me feel guilty anymore because of how she force him to be together with her. I knew the truth but I really wanted to him in the situation. Maybe I should help, his eyes were holding sorrow, He looked just has broken as I was only I could tell and he could not. He needed the help, I could just tell.
I grabbed my things from my office, snatching my keys from my office desk.
No boss here, no work for me.
I walked out of the building towards my car, slamming it shut. The engine roared to life as I made my way towards Killian's house.
Killing off the engine, I'd parked my car in front of his mansion-looked house. It was huge, large. Of course because he's a billionaire. How can I forget?
I step my way up the long steps looking at his front door. I wipe my sweat from my hands on my skirt. Every time I was around him, I felt nervous, my heart going wild, my hands sweaty. I finally found my courage as I knock twice on the door. Footsteps were heard, coming closer and closer until the door swung open.
My heart instantly stung hard, I was taken back because I was now looking at a female in a robe, staring right back at me.
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