Page 14 of Abigail's King
Chapter Six
Abigail
After the close call in my kitchen, we had packed everything into Kye’s truck and were currently driving to his apartment in Docklands. I couldn’t believe that he was going to be my personal guard for however long it took to find my mysterious admirer. I hoped it was going to take a long time. I had noticed him at Sienna’s wedding. He was always standing over the other side of the room from me, and although I never actually noticed him looking at me, I had the distinct feeling he had been watching me all day. I had wanted to go and talk to him, but with all the idiots that wouldn’t leave me alone and my own fear of rejection, I was too afraid to go over and make the first move.
I couldn’t deny the feelings I had for him. I had thought about him every night since that day, and most nights, it had led to one hell of an orgasm imagining what he would do to me in bed. I was sure he had feelings towards me too. The times we had touched were electric, and his eyes would always meet mine. When I placed my hand over his in the kitchen and he looked at me, I saw his eyes wander down to my lips and I was sure he was going to kiss me. He wanted to kiss me, but like me, was too afraid to make a move. It was either that or something that was holding him back.
I’d heard a little about him from Sienna. She had told me about her bad boy turned good. The one that had kidnapped her, but then saved her life by jumping in front of the bullet meant for her. I always envisioned him as being a tall, dark, well-built rogue, the kind all women secretly wanted to have in their lives. But having met him in person, my vision of what he looked like did not do him justice. I hated to use the word Adonis because beauty didn’t really describe Kye. He was more ruggedly handsome, which I would have steered clear of for years, but now I realised that was exactly what I needed.
When I arrived at the building of his apartment, I knew it was going to be a far cry from my small apartment on the other side of the city. This place screamed money, which begged the question, how the hell could he afford to live here? I didn’t care, though. For the first time in a long while, I actually felt safe. Parking up, Kye got out of the truck and immediately came around to my side to help me out. I started ticking the boxes in my head.
Caring. Check.
Protective. Check. Well, what I had seen and heard about so far.
Handsome. Check.
Bad Boy. Check.
Gentleman. Check.
As long as he wasn’t a gentleman in the bedroom, he ticked all my boxes. I just needed to find out how he felt about me, and I suspected that would take a long while.
“Just grab your handbag, and I can come down and get the rest of your stuff once I have you settled.”
He pulled out the bag that contained the contents of my fridge and we headed into the apartment block. He motioned to the security guy, who raised an eye when he saw me walking in with him. Getting into the lift, he pressed the button for the top floor.
“You live in the penthouse? Please tell me this apartment building has small apartments on the top floor.”
He didn’t say a word, just smiled and waited for the lift to come to a stop and the doors to open. When the doors opened and I was greeted by a small landing with a door in front of me and a fire escape to my left, I realised that he did live in the penthouse.
“Does that answer your question, Bonita?”
I looked at him, puzzled that he had called me “Bonita,” but he had already started walking towards the front door and was currently walking into the apartment. I stepped through the door and stopped dead in my tracks. I’d been joking when I said “let’s go see this mansion,” but it turned out the joke was on me, because this place was amazing. To top it all off it had a set of stairs. Who the hell builds an apartment over two floors? Well, I know they do, but that was something I expected to see in America or on one of those lifestyle shows, not here in east London. My hesitation must have caught Kye’s attention, as he had stopped and was propped up against a doorframe looking at me.
“You can come in, you know. I don’t bite. Well, not outside of the bedroom, anyway.”
He winked at me and walked into the room which I assumed to be the kitchen. I stood there for a moment and got my breathing under control. How one man could make such a comment and have my heart beating like this was beyond me. I could feel butterflies going around my stomach and tingling below that I hadn’t felt in years, not even when pleasuring myself in bed.
This was either going to be the best time of my life or the biggest mistake I had ever made. Either way, I was just going to let it happen. I closed the door behind me and followed Kye into the room he had entered, which was indeed the kitchen. He had already put most of the contents of my fridge away and was currently making us another coffee.
“Decided to join me, then? See, I’m not that scary.”
I liked this side of Kye. He seemed more comfortable in his own home. Able to just be himself and not put on any front for whoever was there. That was probably the reason why I was drawn to him, because he wasn’t trying to be something he wasn’t like the rest of the guys I saw on the fashion circuit. He was just a man. Just Kye. Nothing more, nothing less. And the more time I spent with him, the more I wanted him in my life.
“Thanks.” I took the coffee he passed over to me and looked around the kitchen.
It was probably as big as my whole apartment. I could probably fit eight of my apartments into his.
“Want the grand tour, seeing as you will be staying here for a while?”
“Do I get a cart to drive around in?”
“I could always carry you.”
I looked over at him and saw the smirk on his face. He may have only been joking, but I knew if I said yes, he would.
“I think I can walk for now. I’ll let you know if I get tired.”
