Page 66 of The Billionaire's Kiss
I couldn’t help but smile a bit—he’d called her that dreadful term of endearment. She preferred being called baby, and I knew that for a fact. “Have you moved on, baby?”
“You two need to stop.” She stepped out of the doorway and pointed at the exit. “You two need to leave right now. I’ll have no more of this. I have to think about things.”
“Orla,” I pleaded. “You have to talk to me. I have so much to tell you.”
“Warner, do not test me right now. You’ve no idea how easy it would be for me to unravel at this moment.”
She’d reached her breaking point, and I had to step back. I took one of my new business cards out of my wallet and placed it on the bar behind me. “You can reach me at this number when you’re ready to talk.”
Nothing was going the way I had thought it would. No joyous reunion. No hugs. No sweet, sweet kisses. But still, I wasn’t unhappy about having come to Ireland. There was still hope. I just had to have a bit more patience.
Killian led the way out of the place, and we ended up in the parking lot together, both of us looking uneasy. I had no idea how close she was to him, and he had no idea how close she was to me.
I thought it time we both found out. “Look, let’s start over, Killian. I’m Warner Nash.” I held out my hand to shake his.
He looked at my hand for a long moment, then finally shook it. “I’m Killian Sullivan.”
“Sullivan?” I asked. “A man named Callum Sullivan works for me. Is he any relation to you?”
“He’s my father. So, you’re the rich bastard he’s been working for. Why’d you swear him to secrecy over who you are and where he’s employed?”
“I didn’t want Orla to find out that I was coming.” What an incredible coincidence that I’d hired the father of the man who sought to take my girl. “So, she never told you about me?”
“She never told anyone that I know of ya.” He grinned. “Guess that’s cause she meant to leave you behind–completely.”
“She never told me about you either. She said she’d had some insignificant relationships in the past, nothing serious, though. Did you two meet in the last six months?”
“She’s been my girl since the tenth grade,” he informed me.
“Constantly?” I did recall her saying something about an on-again-off-again thing she’d had with one guy.
His confident grin vanished. “Not constantly, no.”
“And you two got back together when?”
“We’ve been together for the last three months.”
I felt something in my gut twist like a knife. The thought of her having sex with anyone made me crazy with jealousy. “Intimately?” I didn’t want to know and had no idea why I’d asked that question.
“As if that’s any of your business,” he barked.
“No, you’re right, it’s not.” I did find his answer slightly off, though. If they had been having sex, he would’ve lorded that over me–I was sure of it.
If they hadn’t been together that way in three months, then there might still be hope for me.
