- KILLIAN -
A yawn slips out my mouth as I head to my room. I’m exhausted.
The mont I get close to the door, an awareness kicks in making halt. My door is slightly ajar. Soone’s invaded my privacy. I dip my hand behind my back slowly, dipping it inside my black sweatpants to get a hold of my gun in the strap. One can never be too over prepared. I’d very much love to be over prepared than under prepared.
Worst case scenario, whoever is in there is just a random thief who thought he or she could make a bank by robbing . If that’s the case, one way or the other, I’ve got to get the image of with a gun out of the person’s mind in whatever way possible.
I cock my gun and push my door open, pointing my gun out in front of my face imdiately. The person that prodded my room closes a book and turns to look at .
“Do you always carry a gun around? I wonder how she doesn’t see it. She’s always touching you.” Asami’s voice imdiately makes my mood sour. The temptation to still shoot is high but I lower my hand, take out the silencer and return my gun.
I sigh. I don’t even have to ask why she’s here, she won’t tell and beat around the bush again while being flirty. Hazel’s downstairs, I plan to avoid such.
I walk to my closet and open the last drawer on my watch display cabinet at the end of my closet, taking out the bags filled with the toys.
A question phases my mind. Does she need these now?
Although not much can be done down there while she’s on her periods, nipple play is a thing and I have nice nipple clamps.
“Heh? Ignoring , Killian kun?” I roll my eyes at her words and drop the bag back in the drawer and close it.
Not today, not yet. I’ll be sure to show her these at a better tj.
“Be sure to drop everything back where you saw them before leaving, you.” I say to Asami, giving her a tired look before heading to my door.
Asami looks dumbfounded. Nice. Very nice. In order for her to stop disturbing , I need to let her know I’m not ready to take any of her bullshit, so ignoring is the best option. While I’m stuck here, it’s the most I can do. S owns this property and I can’t change the locks unless sothing unexpected happens. Which it will, soon enough. Either planned or unplanned, so till then, I have her infiltrating my ho to deal with especially with all these etings.
“Would you rather I walk downstairs and let her see ? Will that get your attention?” I stop moving, leaving my hand on the door knob.
“That’s on you, Asami. Do what you want. It’ll save us both the stress.” I shrug. Plus, I’ll also get to know if she’s been seeing Hazel and under what alias or if it’s all been mouth to put on edge this whole ti.
I turn back to look at her. She seems perplexed yet mad at the sa ti. This makes smile.
I hold the door open and point my palm outside. “Be my guest, miss.” I say. I swear, her eyes twitched. I’m holding myself from laughing out loud. Asami crosses her arms over her chest.
“Remind that I’m supposed to hate you.” She mutters. The crossed look on her face pleases way more than it should.
I scoff. If my attitude is not a constant reminder that she should, then I don’t know what is. I hold my thumb up. “Sure.” I keep the smile plastered on my face.
“You’re being annoying. I’ll leave.”
She’s never suggested anything smarter. “If you want to, be my guest.” I say. Forgive for my lack of interest but I’m sleep deprived and a single woman’s tantrum is not what a need right now.
There are only two won in my life who are allowed to disturb anyti and any day. One is sat in my living room sofa downstairs and the other is my mother, Natalie. Every other woman can suck a cock for all I care. Aside from a few friends, who don’t pester , that vain thought was for Asami.
Seriously, how long has she been idly starved that she has enough ti to pester ? Is she lonely? The answer to that, I do not care.
My eyes are glued to the lady standing opposite , at the other end, in my room. My eyes soften. Forgive if I’m mistaken but she looks. . . sad. Very sad.
I huff. I used to like this woman. Heck, I was even in love with her so maybe I can tune down on the harshness. “You okay?” I ask, concern is masked in my tone.
“I don’t know.” Asami curls her hands up her chest and uses her palm to rub her other arm. “I guess I’ll be okay. Thanks.” She looks up at . The end of her lips curls to form a warm smile.
This short display of concern doesn’t change the way I feel about her but I guess I can co to terms with the fact that aside from being skilled at what she does best, she’s human.
“You will be. You always find a way.” My voice is calr and my tone warr. I don’t want to offer my aid in making her feel better, I’m not that lenient.
A sigh trails out her lips. “I guess I’ll go.” She says, walking to the window. What is with her and windows? Has she ever thought of the fact that she might fall and secure a terrible injury? Even as a skilled youth, it’s dangerous. “See you at the next eting.”
That I can’t run away from. “Sure. See you.” The curtains are pulled to the side and she hops on the window fra.
“This doesn’t change the fact that I don’t like Hazel.” Asami mutters before dashing away. My index finger and thumb pinches the start of my nose and I close my eyes. A sigh leaves my lips.
Let go back down and et my little kitten.
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