- KILLIAN -
Orion called out to . Sothing wrong happened to my car. I’m obviously no chanic so I already called one and also phoned another of my n to co with a working car.
Every vehicle I own is nearly brand new and working effectively so this news was a shocker. It had occupied way longer than I thought it would and for this reason, I needed to leave the conversation I was having with the managent to check out what the problem was.
According to Orion, the problem had sothing to do with the brakes. That was very odd. My chanic will be here shortly so I didn’t question Orion but left him to tend for the vehicle till my chanic arrives.
Part of genuinely feels guilty for leaving Hazel alone without telling her where I was headed. I did not know I would take this long in the first place. But I did. Now I feel bad. She must be waiting for .
I walk inside the restaurant, scanning the environnt for the manager I was having a conversation with before it was disrupted when a staff walks up to . “Killian Ivanov?” The staff asks, averting his gaze from the tab in his hand to , supposedly checking the na.
“Yes?” I raise a brow.
“Please co with . Your reservation has been upgraded and I’ve been given orders to treat you as our most honoured guest.” The staff says.
Of course you have. My family practically owns this place. I hold myself from rolling my eyes. Not that this staff would know anything of that sort. He’s just paid to do his job.
I let out a sigh. “Lead the way.” I say to him. He walks ahead of and I follow behind. I doubt this staff was inford of anything I discussed with his manager so asking him for anything concerning my al preparation might be a waste of ti. “Let your manager know that I want to speak with him.” I say, still following the staff behind.
“I will inform him the mont I take you to your seat.” The staff says. I have to admit, my restaurant has a five star rating for a lot of reasons and the aweso staff service is one of them. Every ti I co here, it’s always the sa. No pretence nor favouritism when serving custors, just genuine good service.
“Thank you.” I say to the staff. My eyes study my environnt, rating the cleanliness and order of the restaurant while looking for my beloved. How long does it take to get soone to his eating area in a damn restaurant?
I take a deep breath. “Please point out the way, I’ll head there myself. For the an ti, go look for your manager.” I say to him. Impatience is not my mojo when soone I value isn’t waiting for . I just want to et her.
“Okay, forgive .” The staff apologises first. Was my distress obvious in my tone? If it was, good. Maybe it’ll teach him to walk faster next ti. “Your reservation is just ahead to the left. Table one.” He says.
I sure as hell know where that is. It’s the best spot in the restaurant. “Your help is greatly appreciated.” I say to him and walk ahead, crossing paths. My hand makes its way into my pocket where my fingers flit over my zippo. I’m still agitated yet I’m holding it in.
I finally sight the table. I keep advancing toward it when a detectable figure standing just by my VVIP table cos to sight. That physique is unmistakable. Not to talk of the face.
My pace quickens.
Owen. What the fuck is he doing here? The closer I get there, the clearer his form is to and the better view I have of my prearranged booking. He’s with soone. Sat by his side is soone who’s face u can’t make sight of from here.
“My apologies for the delay, darling.” I say the mont I get to the table to Hazel. I crouch lower to kiss her cheek. “I did not intend to keep you waiting for this long.” I whisper into her ears before standing back up.
My facial expression imdiately changes the mont my gaze rests on the person sat opposite Hazel, by Owen’s side. I knew these two were acquainted but following here is the dumbest decision yet that they’ve made.
“Owen.” I say to him, greeting. A fake grin forms on my face while I call his na. He’s grinning too, as usual. My smile drops when I glance at Asami. “You.” I say. Her scoff, although subtle was well heard by when I referred to her that way. I return my attention to Owen. “To what do I owe the unexpected appearance?” I ask.
I am no fool, eting them here was definitely well orchestrated by one of them. Asami is a fool, so most definitely Owen. I let out a grunt at the realisation. This asshole tampered with my vehicle on purpose just so he could have enough ti to interact with Hazel.
Very classic behaviour.
“I should say the sa. It’s a wonder we’re eting here like this.” Owen says, placing a hand on Asami’s shoulder. This act they’re putting on is not fooling anybody. Owen’s attention is withdrawn from to the restaurant as he takes his ti to examine it. “I must say, Killian, this place is functioning with much brilliance, down to the taste of the cheapest wine.”
I didn’t let Hazel know I own this place but Owen is obviously well aware. “The complint is duely appreciated.” I keep my gaze focused on him. I want him to leave.
I let my hand rest on Hazel’s shoulder, stroking my thumb on the fabric of her jacket. This is apologising for the interruption. We weren’t supposed to have company. Hazel flinches, causing to look at her. Her other hand reaches out to my fingers and I hold it instead, gripping her small hand gently while brushing the back of her palm softly with my thumb. “Are you okay?” I ask, bending to look at her.”
Hazel nods. There’s sothing off about her behaviour. She looks at . “I’m just waiting to eat.” She whispers to , eting my gaze.
“Our al is getting prepared, kitten. Hold on a little longer.” I say and press my lips on the back of her palm.
Her acceptance is portrayed with the nod of her head and that makes a half smile form on my face. A genuine one. I stand up straight again. “eting you has been worthwhile, Owen. I believe we have so things to discuss by ourselves privately.” I say, looking at him dead in the eye.
“I believe we do.” Owen responds. I let my gaze linger from him to Asami. I don’t want this fox alone with Hazel. I don’t want her near either. Owen and I have unfinished business to attend to. One of them being him taking two of my n out cold blood. “Take your Сука away from here.”
[ Translation: Сука ans Bitch ]
“Будьте уверены, она не делает ей не велят.” He says.
It’s nice to know Asami is on a leash but I don’t and will never trust her. She’s the reason Hazel and I had our major problem in the first place. I have decided to cut every tie with her and that also involves our weekly etings which I will discuss with S.
[Translation: Rest assured, she doesn’t do anything she’s not told to do.]
I turn back to Hazel. “Will you give a minute? I want to have a word with my friend.” I say to her. It didn’t take long to know that Hazel is not comfortable around Owen so I best not leave him here with her. I’ve seen her handle Asami verbally in front of before, that’s where my confidence that she’ll do just fine cos from.
My eyes widens. My body was so close to her that I notice the change in her breathing. She’s shaking and her hitching breath proves it. “S. . . ure.” Hazel murmurs.
I stand up straight and look across from her to Asami. Asami’s gaze is pierced penetratingly at Hazel but Hazel is not looking back. My eyebrows narrow for a second.
Fuck. What did Asami do when I was gone? I feel my fist clench in my pocket.
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