Page 47 of Innocent Union
And soon, it’s over.
His erection hits a sweet spot within me, and that explosion from before hits me all over again. Killian’s pace becomes frantic before he lets himself go, too.
I feel his release inside me, and I whisper his name as he whispers mine.
We stay like that for a long time, neither one of us wanting to let go.
After my evening with Killian,I know I can’t remain in the past forever. I’ve become a woman. I’m married. I’m not living with my mom any longer.
All this means I need to really consider making amends with Cecilia.
I can’t hold onto my bitterness toward her for the rest of my life.
So, I call her. Killian is taking a shower, and I’m alone in the bedroom. My heart is pounding as I wait for her to pick up.
“Mia?” Her voice is crystal clear as she answers.
“We should meet up and talk,” I blurt out before I lose my nerve.
“Ok. Where and when?”
“Today? At the café near mom’s house?”
“Sounds great. But I thought you’d want to spend the day with Killian now that you’re married.”
I do. Of course, I’d much prefer to spend the day with him than my sister, but I need to do this. I can’t wait any longer.
“I just want to make amends,” I say.
“Well, then, I’ll see you there.”
“See you there.” I hang up before I say something I might regret.
After explaining to Killian I’m meeting my sister, I head to the café. He was understanding, which made my heart warm up to him even more.
I settle into a table at the crowded café and wait for Cecilia to arrive.
As I wait, my ears pick out more of the distinctive conversations happening around me. I hear one woman complain to her husband on the phone about how he never does the dishes. A mom and her young daughter discuss what tea options they want.
And a group of men, four of them, are talking about women.
“Did you see her? I can’t believe anyone would actually marry her.”
I frown as I listen to their conversation. How can men talk so causally about women in such a disgusting way?
“I know,” another man says. “Killian is going to regret his decision, trust me.”
I gasp. Are they … talking about me?
I glance over at them, and they’re staring directly at me. They all look away when I catch them watching me.
“Yeah,” one of them says, even though I’m still staring. “No man wants used goods. After what her sister did, I wouldn’t trust Mia not to run away with my bodyguard.”
I spin back around in my seat, the tears in my eyes threatening to fall.
I don’t even know these men, but they know me. Clearly, they’re Mafia men. And they know what Cecilia did with Theo. Despite me being married to Killian, these men still think I’m disgusting. They still think they can talk about me.
Which means … my marriage to Killian hasn’t changed anything. Men still find me repulsive. How long before Killian finds me that way, too?
