THE BAIT THAT STOLE HIS HEART

Chapter 4

Killian's POV:

I drove across town, the anticipation dulling the lingering frustration. When I reached the high-rise apartment complex, I let myself in without knocking.

Sasha was waiting. She always was.

She smirked, lounging on the couch in nothing but a silk robe. “Rough day?” she purred.

“You have no idea.”

“Then let me make it better.”

She came toward me, so close I could smell the sandalwood and the silky cream she used on her skin.

I grabbed her by the waist and within milliseconds, our lips are intertwined with each other, a deep passionate French kiss to spice up the mood.

She reached for my belt, and slowly unbuckled it, still engrossed in the kiss we shared. Her hand reached for my hard d**k and she began stroking it in the trouser.

She gave a light smile and I heard her say. “Let's take this to the room shall we?”

I nodded in agreement, and jacked her up easily to the room, random kisses in between.

When we got to the room, I dropped her on the bed as I could not wait to pounce into her. She dragged out my erected p***s from my trouser, she raised her eye to look at me.

Oh those eyes! Pretty as ever, she kissed the head of the d**k and went further to gulp it down her throat using her tongue perfectly, it felt so good.

We exchanged positions to a “69” I enjoyed having my tongue all up in that p***y. She tasted so good.

Then I flipped her, staring in her eyes, I rubbed my d**k on her c******s, before going into her with the full length. She moaned, a sound that only made me motivated to keep going.

I thrusted in and out of her in a slow and steady rhythm. Occasionally increasing pace just as she loved it.

“Harder baby.” I heard her say, and increased the pressure of my thrust.

After about twenty minutes, she squirted on me and gave out a huge sigh of relief, but I was not done. I kept thrusting until I felt like I was about to c*m. I pulled out my d**k from her. And jizzed all on her ass.

She gave a sweet smile and I fell on the bed. I needed to let go of all that tension.

Soon, I was fast asleep.

Celeste’s POV

I tossed and turned in bed that night unable to sleep. I sat up and went to the kitchen to grab a drink to calm my nerves. I nursed my drink walking around the house in deep thought. I found myself in front of my grandfather's room. I don't know what nudged me to but I pushed the door open and stepped in.

Grandpa was fast asleep, his heart monitor beeping. The only noise in the room. I watched the rise and fall of his chest. Realising that this was not just about me anymore. It was about my grandfather, about everything he had built, and about the promise I had made to protect our legacy. Maybe, in some strange way, it was also about proving something to myself. And to an extent, my future was involved.

Still, that did not make it any easier. Reflecting on my relationship life. I thought maybe I was just not meant to fall in love, maybe I was meant to be alone. So this would help. I hope.

I walked to the window and looked outside. My eyes darting between the window and my grandfather. I set my glass down on the shelf. The clinking noise seemed to startle him awake.

“Celeste,” he called out.

“Is that you?” He asked.

“Yes grandpa, it's me.” I replied.

“What are you doing up so late?” He asked his voice cracking.

“I couldn't sleep so I came to check on you.” I told him trying to conceal the real reason I was here.

“Is that all?” He asked pressing for more answers.

I sighed and walked to his bedside, I swallowed hard and forced my voice to stay steady. “Grandpa… I have made my decision, I will do it.”

For a moment, he just blinked at me, as if he had not heard right. “What did you say?”

I stepped closer to his bed, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “I will marry Killian Marshall.”

The tension that had weighed down his face for days melted in an instant. His lips trembled before curving into a bright smile, the first real smile I had seen from him in so long. He reached out a frail, wrinkled hand, and I took it gently, feeling the slight tremor in his grip.

“You do not know how much this means to me, Celeste,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “You… are securing our family’s future. You are ensuring that everything we have built would not be destroyed.”

I forced a small smile, even as something heavy settled in my chest. “It is what needs to be done, right?”

Grandfather nodded, his eyes pierced into mine deeply. “I know this is not easy for you. But I promise you, Celeste, the Marshalls are powerful allies. We are bigger than them though, but you will be taken care of. You will be respected.”

"Celeste," my grandfather murmured pulling me out of thought, his voice weaker than before. "I am trying to protect you. The business world is brutal, and I will not be here to shield you forever. Killian has influence, power. With him, you will not have to fight your battles alone. Think about it, only your husband can be your biggest ally. A powerful husband and a powerful wife? That makes the business more unstoppable. In the business you can't trust just anybody, I know you know this.”

Respect. Not love. Business that's all it was.

I ignored the bitter thought creeping into my mind and squeezed his hand instead. “I just want you to be happy, Grandpa.”

His smile softened, but I could see the exhaustion creeping in again. “You are the light of my life, Celeste. My QueenDoctor. Ever since you were a little girl, I knew you were destined for greatness. That is why I made sure to secure the best for you.”

I tilted my head. “What do you mean?”

His grin widened slightly, and to my shock, he chuckled. “Your wedding dress. I had it custom-made months ago.”

I blinked. “You…what?”

Grandfather looked entirely too pleased with himself. “I knew you would come around eventually. I waited, hoping you would bring someone, but you didn't, so I decided to you know…. Handle it myself. And when you walk down that aisle, I want you to look like the queen you were born to be.”

I stared at him, half amused, half speechless. “You really were that sure of me?”

He gave me a knowing look. “You have your mother’s heart, Celeste. You might be stubborn, but at the core of it all, you always do what is right.”

My throat tightened at the mention of my mother. I nodded, blinking back the sudden stinging in my eyes.

Grandfather did not waste another second. He pulled out his phone with slightly unsteady hands and pressed a contact.

“She has agreed,” he announced the moment the call connected. “Let us arrange for them to meet.”