Page 193 of Delilah In Discretion

Killian watched as his oldest daughter swayed happily on the dance floor. After their father-daughter dance, he was reluctant once again to let her go to her now husband, but eventually did so as he didn’t want to ruin her special day.

Besides, another one of his children was going to face his wrath for a bit before he would even accept the possibility of her being in a relationship. Looking over to Ivory, he couldn’t helpbut chuckle as she and Jin sat beside one another but looked visibly platonic.

Killian did decide to cut Jin a bit of slack as he was one of the reasons his daughter was able to overcome the events that occurred a few months back. She was still a little shaken, but after a few sessions of therapy and more time spent with Jin, she was almost back to her regular self.

“Killian... aren’t today’s festivities simply marvelous?” Calvin spoke happily as he walked over to him.

Killian nodded. “Sure,” he responded, happy that his daughter was in love, but not entirely satisfied with who.

“I hope Andrew’s contribution is well enough for an ounce of forgiveness as he’d hope.”

Killian shrugged. “Well, his son did almost tear my family apart, so a million-dollar wedding is only... a drop in the bucket. He’s got a long way to go.”

Calvin remained silent, and Killian took a sip before sighing.“Fifteen percent,”he muttered.

Calvin’s face contorted as he replied, “I beg your pardon?”

“What, are you suddenly British now? Benjamin or Pierce must have rubbed off on you,” Killian muttered and placed his glass on the table as he crossed his arms. “I came to the realization that… you will probably never leave me alone. I had plans of having you executed by our family murderer, but that simply can’t happen now that you’ll be expected at the family gatherings, unfortunately. Nonetheless, I have to say I am... decently impressed by what you accomplished.”

“It only took fifteen years.” Calvin shrugged.

Killian rubbed his temples in frustration. “Precisely. So I can’t believe I’m saying this: Lockwood, I am offering you fifteen percent of company shares when our businesses ultimately get passed down—and in return, I want almost complete control of yours.”

Calvin nodded in understanding. “So, if I hear you correctly, Killian, you are willing to offer me twenty-five percent of your company shares in exchange for a business proposal in which we will have a fifty/fifty contract as I had intended in the beginning when I planned on Delilah and Archer getting married?”

“No, not at all,” Killian muttered, taking another sip.

Before he could speak again, they both felt a slap on the back of their heads.

“What did I say? I said no conducting multi-billion-dollar deals on the day of your daughter and son’s wedding, and what are you two doing?!” Brielle asked furiously.

Killian and Calvin both shared a look before responding dejectedly at the same time, “Conducting a multi-billion-dollar deal.”

“Don’t let me catch you two again!” Brielle warned, and the two men nodded as they watched her walk away angrily.

They stood in silence for a while, then Killian spoke again.

“Twenty percent, and we’ll discuss later what I want from you in return.”

“I could kiss you right now,” Calvin muttered, taking another sip of his drink.

“Don’t,” Blaine said as he walked over.

Killian rolled his eyes at the two as he focused his attention on his daughter, who had just finished her first dance with Archer.

All of a sudden, Archer's face was ridden with a million different emotions. Delilah smiled as she walked over with him, hand in hand, and approached Killian and Calvin.

“What’s wrong with him? He looks like he’s happy but simultaneously shitting bricks,” Blaine asked.

Delilah smiled as she looked up at her father. “Don’t tell Mom yet... but I’m pregnant!” she said happily, causing Killian to narrow his eyes at his son-in-law as Calvin raised his glass.

“Mazel tov!!” Calvin said happily.

Blaine rolled his eyes. “You’re not even Jewish. Wait… are you?”

Two Years Later

Delilah sat with her daughter Adeline on the bed as she finished placing a bow in her hair. Her daughter was finally dressed and ready for the annual Christmas party Brielle threw every year.

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