The Usual Story (9/?)
What happens when the hot guy Emma yelled at in Starbucks for spilling her coffee, is her devilishly handsome and rich playboy new boss Killian Jones?
Rated T (Rating to go up later)
Emma clutched the handle of the door until her knuckles were white. Should she turn around and let him speak, or do what she usually does: run. She didn’t want to talk. She didn’t want to know whether Killian thought about her the same way she did? Did he have her in his mind, replaying his touch on her skin and his lips on her neck?
Did it even mean anything to him?
She turned around slowly and matched her gaze to his. He was biting his lip and his blue eyes seemed uncertain with a slight frown marring his forehead.
“Swan” Killian said, unsure of what to say. To ask her whether she regretted it or enjoyed it? His right hand went to his tattoo of Milah, caressing the skin beside the tattoo and he could feel Emma’s eyes following his hand.
“Is she…” Emma started, clearing her throat, “Where’s Milah?”
Emma didn’t need to know who Milah was or is. She understood the look in his eye, the same look she shared of having your heart crushed into a million pieces by love. She had figured out the day Killian had asked her if she had ever been in love, that he has. He definitely has, and judging by his tattoo, it didn’t end well. It never does a tiny voice in Emma’s head spoke.
“Milah was the woman I loved” Killian spoke, his thumb brushing over the name on his tattoo; should he tell her? He hadn’t ever told any of the other women he shared a nightcap with. But Emma was different; she would understand judging by the heartbreak evident in her eyes, “She was murdered three years ago”
“Oh” was all Emma could say. He had loved and lost. Suddenly his reclusiveness to his boat with rum and women made sense; he was grieving and he was lonely. After him, Emma had gone through a dark time for a couple of months before she met David who had come in her life as an angel and forced her into law school.
“I’m so sorry” Emma sympathized, watching Killian take a few deep breaths.
“Thank you” he said and after a few seconds he looked straight at her neck and without missing a beat asked her, “Did I leave a mark?”
Emma was taken aback by the bluntness of his question. She had expected some awkwardness; both fidgeting and hoping the other speaks but seems like Killian cut to the point.
She touched the make-up hidden hickey on her neck and nodded, watching Killian smile to himself.