Page 11 of King of Depravity

But it’s got a habit of finding me. My last thought before I fall asleep is whether or not that’s the last time I’ll see Killian, or is this just the beginning?

CHAPTERFOUR

Killian

My brother Tristonis droning on about quarterly reports and sales margins. I barely listen.

This is not my part of the business, and I hate attending these meetings. He claims I should know all of this, but I don’t know why he bothers. I’m not one of them. I don’t have a head for business.

I fiddle with the cup of coffee I’m holding that I don’t drink. Caffeine is like liquor for me, it alters me in ways I don’t like. I have a hard enough time maintaining control without adding in uppers and downers.

Rush is sitting next to me, leaning back in his chair, while Gris stares at his phone, likely reading texts or looking at pictures of Arabella. I roll my eyes.

We have these monthly meetings out of the office, and in some public space because we’re supposed to be bonding or some shit.

Gris grimaces, understanding everything Triston says without much effort. Rush smiles like he hasn’t a care in the world. Little shit. Ryker is at the end of the table, looking as bored as I feel.

Of all my brothers, we look the most alike—he’s got the same crooked nose and straight brow. We’re less classically handsome then Tris, Gris, or Rush. I wonder how that works…

I’m not much for being in public during the day and I swear, Triston holds these meetings specifically to torture me or keep me in line. He’d probably say he’s helping me, but that’s bullshit.

I turn my cup, considering popping the plastic top off and shooting it down the table at Tris just to see what will happen, when the door to the coffee shop opens.

My eyes lift up and my hands still as Chloe rushes through the door. I watch her hurry over to a table where a single young college-aged guy sits. “I’m sorry I’m late. Super late night at work. I could not get this one customer to…”

I stop listening, my eyes travelling down her body. She looks completely different this morning. Gone is the sleek ponytail and all black clothing. This morning her hair is piled on top of her head in an adorable messy bun, her body encased in a cute colorful little dress, Keds on her feet. She looks younger and toothache sweet. I want to cum all over her again.

“No worries. Did you bring the notes for the Baroque era?”

“Got them,” she says in a rush, dropping some books on the table and rifling through them.

“Do you want coffee first or anything?” the guy asks, giving her a completely smitten smile.

“I’m good. Thank you for asking.” She waves her hand, sticking a pen in the middle of her hair. “I’ve got class in an hour and a half. Let’s get down to it.”

I find myself pushing up from the chair, standing, as I continue to stare.

“What the fuck, Killian?” Triston asks, but I ignore him, picking up my cup of coffee.

I have no idea what I’m even doing. It’s clear Chloe is not on a date, but I have this urge to mark my territory. Make sure that guy doesn’t try anything. Do I plan to piss on her leg? Cover her in more cum?

She senses me and turns, her eyes going wide as they meet mine.

It’s my cue to move forward, stand over her table, as I stare into her stunning eyes. The green is like the color of fresh morning grass on a late spring day. “Chloe.”

“Killian,” she hisses, pushing up from her chair, her eyes tinging with a bit of fear. “What are you doing here?”

The guy’s eyes have gone wide too as he takes me in, starting at my tattooed hands and moving to my massive muscles. I flex my hand, making the ink dance as the color drains from his face.

Chloe puts a hand dead in the middle of my chest and starts pushing me back away from her table and toward my brothers. Once we’re far enough away from the study buddy, she hisses, “You have got to stop following me. Seriously, Killian, it’s messed up.”

I hear Rush cough, and I know he heard her. “I didn’t follow you. It’s a coincidence I’m here,” and then I press my cup of coffee into her hand. “Here. Have this.”

She looks down at the cup, her brow completely furrowed in confusion. “What is it?”

“Coffee.”

“Why are you giving it to me?”

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