- HAZEL -
Standing outside the door of Killian’s office, I let out a heavy sigh. I feel strange. I’ve never felt this odd before when it ca to him yet I do now. I can’t shove the thought that I’m a stranger here.
I fold my fist and knock on his door, the usual triple tap. “Professor Killian, it’s the student you called for.” I say. Professor Killian. . . Calling that out loud makes the oddness even more profound. I can’t tell if he can hear or not but can I just barge in considering I’d need a card.
The door swerves open before causing to look up at the figure doing the opening of the door. Killian’s form blocks the entire entrance and that makes gulp. I imdiately lower my head to the ground.
“Co in.” He says. I do as told.
Discomfort. I feel very uncomfortable being alone with him here. “Please don’t shut the door.” I breath in a low whisper when I was just two steps in front of him. A chuckle slid into my ears before the jam of a door coming shut. That made flinch.
Killian walks over to his desk and rests his body there. He’s not actually sitting but the table sure supports his half assed seating position. He folds his arms across his chest, looking at intensely.
My eyes wander on everything in this room but him.
“Don’t make ask you to look at more than once.” His hard voice makes gasp. That wasn’t entirely a question or a question at all. I gently raise my head up to et his gaze. My brows furrow with worry when my eyes ets with his. “Good girl.” Killian utters. I want to move away but my feet seem glued to the floor. “You won’t be leaving this room if you don’t spill what’s going on with you, Hazel.” My eyes widens. “Trust when I say that I have a whole lot of ti on my hands. We would be here all night if I have to.”
“I’ll scream!” Blurts out my mouth. I didn’t an to say that, it just ca out without much thought put into it.
Killian cocks his head to the side. “Suit yourself.” He says to . I swallow. I can tell that he’s not joking. I let out a sigh. He’s right in front of trying to understand yet I’m making it so hard. I have my desires ringing so sense to in one ear while Asami’s words replay in the other ear.
It was one thing to stay away from him, but having him corner . . . . Be right in front of yet not being able to touch him really is the definition of suffering. I take a deep breath. These contradicting thoughts are suffocating . I don’t know what to say.
“Hazel,” The way he calls my na with that deep baritone makes my knees weak. I keep my eyes plastered on him as he advances forward. I find my feet moving back before I could even think about stepping backwards. Suddenly, my motion cos to a halt as my back ets the wall. “We tried it your way, now, why don’t we try it my way?”
I really, really want to. No matter how much I think about it, even if his face gets leaked as well, he wouldn’t be affected. At most, he’d lose his teaching job and be restrained from teaching anywhere else but he’s a business man. He’s got loads of money from so many sources, I doubt one teaching job will ruin that. Plus, even if the leak spreads like wildfire, he had enough resources to cover the story and shield himself. I on the other hand has so much to lose. Plus, I doubt Asami won’t blur his face out of everything.
“I-“ I think about this for a second. For all I know, she knows I’m here. She could be watching . The sa way she appeared that day in the restaurant. “There’s not much to say, Killian.” At this mont, his body is directly in front of mine and he has trapped against the wall, his hand rests on the wall, blocking every chance of escaping.
Killian’s face is right in front of , staring down at .
“I just don’t want to be with you anymore. . .” Even these words are forced. They’re a blatant lie. Please, don’t believe .
“Are you sure about that?” I feel his breath fans my face hard. “When will you realise we can work out whatever it is you’re going through together?”
My heart begins to race. I’m losing myself having him this close to . Can we actually do that? I search for an answer in my head. I- maybe we can. . . I don’t know. What if the mont I open my mouth, my nudes co flying around school? That’s also a possibility I can’t risk happening. I swallow my words imdiately. Asami has all the leverage here. If anything, I should tell Killian to get his house checked because I can’t think of any possible way how she’d have access to our most private mont without having so kind of way to spy on him, even in his house.
“There’s nothing to work on.” I try to keep my resolve. “I’m fine, Killian, just leave alo-“ A gasp leaves my lips imdiately as his palm runs up my legs, gripping my thighs. My eyes close in response to his touch as his fingers stroke gently.
“Do you really want to?” He asks, his nose leering on my skin. I bite my lower lip to stop myself from moaning. “Just say the word and I’ll stop.” Killian breath. His lips rest in front of mine before withdrawing back.
I take in a suppressed gasp. “Stop. I don’t want you touching or near .” I try to co off as bold but my voice sounds more like a cry for more than a demand to stop.
"Don’t deny it. You want it." Killian says to , stroking the nape of my neck with his thumb. His face is so close to mine and I forgot to breathe.
This man is sothing else. One second, he tells to say the words and he would cease doing what he is to and I concede but now, his tongue is different.
I gasp when he pushed my dress higher, revealing my thighs to him and let his hands rest between my thighs.
I tilt my head to the side to avoid his lustful gaze, penetrating deep into my soul. His fingers are doing things to , undressing in the worst place possible.
"Your body craves it." Killian says, firing kisses down my neck till his lips rests on my hard, naked nipples. That sent shivers down my spine. My body erupts with goosebumps and I exhale sharply. I want to speak, but I can’t. He has that much effect on and all I can think about is how long it has been since he had been this near to . It was just three days yet it felt like forever. His tongue plays with my nipples, ssing with my mind even more, and I wled. That felt so good.
"You want as much as I want you." He whispers with his lips pressed on my skin. Normal, not-carried-away minded would say he’s trying to force the agenda on but even I know he’s not.
I do want him.
I crave to be with him but deep down, I know I shouldn’t be doing this. I know I should stay away from this man but how can I when he invades my thoughts daily? When he’s the only one my body wants. It’s frustrating because no matter how hard I try, I can’t say no to him. And I am this close to making the worst mistake of my life. I swallow, trying to fathom the words to say out. I can’t think of anything. Killian’s fingers brush my core and I jerk forward, pressing my body on his. This is definitely the opposite of what I thought would transpire when he summoned . Nothing would’ve prepared for this mont.
"I don’t want you."
"You’re lying." He says, playing with the strap of my thong with a lazy finger. My eyes roll back in my socket with pleasure. I am lying but he’s making it so hard.
"We shouldn’t be doing this, Killian." Killian? Do I really have the right to call him that? I feel like the worst, weakest being on earth for what I did and all that’s happening to , yet, right now, I’m letting myself fall into his trap again. This is not good for yet I can’t help but get lost in it. I’m trying to push my resolve and stand my ground but the ground below feels like water.
"Give one reason why and I won’t touch you."
My heart skips a beat as I ponder on his words. A familiar voice resounds in my ears, the feminine voice that gave the threat in the first place.
"Because you’re my best friend’s fiancé." I whimper. I try to push him away but can’t, he’s too strong for . I think Killian finally took the hint cause his hands stopped feeling every portion of my skin. I finally have the ti to catch my breath and think properly.
“Really? That didn’t stop you before.”
My brows furrow and my angry eyes shoot up to face his. They soften when they land on Killian’s face. Behind that hard tone filled with sarcasm was a soft appearance.
“Please. . . Let go.” I beg, managing to wear my clothes in the confinent of the wall and his body. If I stay near him any longer, I know I will fold. This man wants . He’s hanging in there like he said he would and part of finds solace in that. I thought it would be hard to get him to even look at yet right now that I’m in his presence, I’m scared that I’d have a problem keeping my thong on.
Killian takes a few steps back, giving space to breathe. There are no mirrors here so I can’t even look at my reflection to detect if he left any hickeys. My pants are enough proof of anything out of the ordinary happening between us.
“Thank you.” I murmur, clenching my fist on my bag handle as the door cos open. “Goodbye professor.”
I hear a scoff. “More like; see you soon.” Trail after before the door slams shut, leaving us apart. My hand grips the sleeve of my outfit over my chest as I try to calm my heavy breathing.
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