Page 19 of Redemption

“Nice to see you, too, doll.”

I ignore that word. “Are you stalking me?” I ask because I can’t think of anything else to say.

He raises a brow at me as the left side of his mouth rises in a smirk. “Considering I was here long before you showed up, I believe you are stalking me.”

I roll my eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“I don’t think I entirely do,” he says before taking a sip of his whiskey.

“Why are you here?”

He raises his glass at me. “What does it look like?”

I click my tongue at him and turn back to the bar. “Sean!” I yell. I quickly glance over at Kilian and he looks at me inquisitively.

“What can I get you, Bella?”

“I’ll have a double Redbreast fifteen year.”

“Uhh… I don’t have to tell you how much that is since you work here.”

I smirk smugly at him. “Oh, well this kind gentleman offered to buy me one,” I say as I gesture toward Kilian.

Sean glances toward Kilian and I follow his gaze. Kilian looks over at me, a hint of displeasure on his face. “I never said that,doll.”

I clench my jaw at that word, he knows well enough how it makes me feel. “I swore you were just saying how you came by here in hopes I would be here so you could buy me a drink.”

He runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “I actually said, I wonder how much it takes for you to drink before your clothes start to fall off.”

My eyes widen at his words, pink flushing my cheeks. Sean coughs behind me and I am not sure if he wants to kick Kilian out or know if that’s what he really said.

“Get the lady whatever she wants,” Kilian tells Sean without taking his intense, lust-filled gaze off me.

“Sure thing,” Sean says before I hear him scurry off.

Kilian leans into my ear. “Trying to make me broke?”

“As if you could go broke?” I say, trying to pull away from him but his hand lands on my hip, making me not want to move.

“How do you know?”

I guffaw. “I knew you were rich from the beginning. Your bespoke suit kind of gives you away. Not to mention the drink you order.” And the way he presented himself was just like my family and his attitude like all the assholes in private school. Not that I am going to tell him that.

He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he speaks. “I could have been a prick trying to look rich.”

I laugh at that. “You would never have bought me as many drinks as you did if that were the case. One night, and you would have been trying to fuck me like those pricks do.”

His hands suddenly pull my stool closer so my knees are locked between his. “You better not be letting those pricks take you home and fuck you.”

I try to pull away but his hands reach for my jaw. The look in his blue eyes is possessive, hungry, and it’s making my panties damp. “Why do you think you have a say—”

“Because you belong with me,” he growls, cutting me off.

“I don’t belong—”

“Shh.” He pauses, running his thumb over my lip. “Not yet, but you will.”

I roll my eyes. “You are gonna have to try a lot harder than that, Casanova.”

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