Taming Mr. Black

Twenty Nine

Naomi's POV

The sexual tension between us during the car ride was overbearing. Killian has his eyes on me, checking me out and swearing under his breath. I smile, knowing he's having an internal battle with himself.

The car stops outside this fancy art gallery. Alvin rushes down from the car as he opens his boss's side door. Killian gets down and Alvin opens my side door. I step down from the car, with Killian already by my side with his arm around my waist. I'm surprised to see paparazzi surrounding the exits with their cameras and mics, while security tries to stop them from jumping on important people who are also coming down from their cars.

Tonight, Killian has a bodyguard.

"Oh shit." I try not to panic at the sight of the media.

"Keep your face down and look away from their cameras." Killian whispers as we walk towards the entrance. "I got you, babe."

Babe? Oh God, what's he trying to do to me? Does he want to give me a cardiac arrest?

"Mr. Black, Mr. Black, here. We hear you're nearing the top list of the most influential bachelors in the country, how do you feel about that?" Someone calls out.

Another speaks again. "Mr. Black, who's this new lady?"

"Is she just your date, your fianceé, or just a new conquest?" Someone asks from the crowd.

Conquest, really?

I tense in Killian's arm and he notices. He rubs soothing circles on my waist as we hurry into the building, with these people still screaming obscene questions at Killian. Once we are inside the building, I politely step away from Killian.

"How do you live with that?" I ask him.

"You mean the paparazzi? I don't."

"Hmm…" I nod. "So how many women have you brought to these types of events?" I ask.

Killian sighs. "Naomi…" He doesn't finish his sentence before someone approaches us. It's a lady. A beautiful woman dressed in a blue dress. She's hot.

"Killian." She's all teeth and smiles as she hugs Killian.

"Hi, Hannah," Killian says as he hugs the woman.

She's a little short, petite, to be precise, with platinum blonde hair and nice curves. She should be in her late thirties. They pull apart and Hannah turns to look at me with a wide smile on her face. I plaster on my fake smile as I stare at her.

"Hi. You must be…"

"Naomi." I introduce myself as I stretch my hand out for a handshake, but Hannah surprises me with a hug.

We pull apart later. "I'm Hannah. Killian's attorney. You're beautiful."

"Thanks."

"And trust me, that's the hottest dress I've seen on anyone." She praises me further and I give her a small smile.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." She turns to look at Killian.

"I least expected to see you here. Did Maverick convince you to come?"

"Something like that." Killian smiles at the lady.

"Well, come on." Hannah turns around to leave and Killian follows with his fingers laced with mine.

He pulls me to himself and whispers into my ear.

"I've never brought anyone here before, Luna. You're the first."

I whisper back. "Cocky, huh?"

He chuckles quietly but doesn't say anything. The exhibition is surprisingly filled with people from different classes. I notice the eyes of men and women on me as they stare at my dress, and mostly the man walking side by side with me and his hands entwined with mine.

Hannah stops to talk to a man and the man turns to look at us. Killian smiles and releases my hand to shake the man. Killian Black isn't the man that has a lot of friends. I've noticed that. And when he does, he treats them more than just his friend, but like his brother.

"How's your brother Keith?" The man who turns out to be Maverick, asks.

"He's great. The wedding is not that far away again. We're gonna see you there, right?"

"Of course, I can't miss Keith's wedding for anything."

"Not even an art exhibition?" Killian teases the man, and he laughs.

So he has a brother? I don't know that and I'm just finding out. I excuse myself to look around, not even bothering to tell Killian. I stop by different arts as I admire them. I've always loved art and it pains me that I can't draw. I don't think I can do anything other than what I learned at school. Well, I can sing. When I was a teenager, I joined the church choir. Aside from singing, I don't remember knowing how to do any other thing.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" A female voice speaks from behind me.

I turn around and I'm faced with Celine.

What's she doing here? Why's she everywhere that I go?

"Oh, my God, that dress! Did you get it from Tiffany's? Zara? Chanel? This is really gorgeous." Celine says, eyes moving up and down my body with a small smile on her face. "And that diamond necklace is to die for. God, this is beautiful. You look really beautiful, and different."

What's she doing here? Why's she here?

"I'm thinking you're wondering what I'm doing here." She says and stands next to me as she turns to look at the art I was looking at earlier.

"I know Maverick, he's a great guy. And I love art. And as a model and businesswoman, it's my job to meet new people. You don't know where the next business proposal and opportunity lies." She says.

I won't be surprised if that's the reason Killian decided to show up. Wealthy people, always needing more.

"You look beautiful. Who are you here with?"

"Oh," I speak up for the first time since she said a word to me.

My eyes scan the wealthy people hanging around and admiring art as it lands on Killian. He's talking with another man. I guess Maverick is long gone.

"Oh," Celine speaks next to me and I turn to look at her. She smirks. "Who knew something was going on between you two?"

"It's not what you think."

"No, please, it's fine." She gives me a gentle smile. "I mean, he's hot and sexy, who wouldn't want to fuck him, right?" Celine says. I feel like I want to throw up.

I can already imagine Killian and her in his office, or his house, going at it like animals.

Gross.

"Amber would kill to fuck Killian. And it's okay. Once in a while, we're all allowed to have fun. Even if it has to be with the CEO."

"I'm just his date, nothing is going on." I tell her. I sound a little cold and irritated and Celine doesn't miss my change of attitude.

Surprisingly enough, she's still collected.

"Like I said sweetheart, I don't judge. It's cool. A little advice from a sis, don't get caught. The scandal, you won't be able to handle it. Trust me."

God, I need a drink. Do they serve drinks in this exhibition?

"And, oh!" Celine says again. "You're still on for our hang out tomorrow, right?"

"I'm sorry, I'm grabbing coffee with a friend." Even if I wasn't grabbing coffee with a friend, I'm definitely not hanging out with her and her rich friends.

"You can bring your friend over, my friend won't mind."

"I don't know about mine." I flash her a fake smile. "Please, excuse me, I need to find something to drink." I say. Not waiting for Celine's awkward response, I walk away, quickly as possible.

I found the bar, with servers mixing drinks. I give the blonde server my order and he starts to mix my drink. After mixing, he slides it to me and I gulp it all at once. I cough at the harshness of the liquid. God, it's so hot.

"Easy there, lady." The server tells me.

"Thank you. How much is that?"

"It's free. Want another?"

"Please." I sigh as I glance around. I can't even see Killian since the bar is quite far from where the main show is going on.

I know I shouldn't think about Celine's words, maybe she's just trying to be nice, but I can't help myself. She literally thinks I'm one of Killian's girls. His conquests. The fun girls, his plaything.

Why can't they understand I'm nobody's plaything, especially Killian Black? And the fact that if people start spreading rumors about me sleeping with Killian, it will be bad. They'll even say I fucked my way to a position in KB TECH. Humans can be sick, twisted fucks.

Once I've had my third glass, I call it quits. I'm a lightweight and I can't afford to get drunk when I'm out with Killian. That will be bad for him, and it won't help his name or his company. I'm tipsy already as I bid the blonde server bye as I walk away. Walking around the gallery, I check out every piece of art that I see. I stop in front of one. It's a girl, dark-skinned, with big curls on her head. The portrait is a half portrait from her waist to her head and she's naked, with her bare back to the viewers. She's carrying a baby too.

"Here you are. I've been looking for you." Killian says as he stands next to me. I don't answer or look at him.

"You like that?" He asks.

Of course, I do. It's the most beautiful piece in here.

"Yeah." I mutter.

"Great. I do too." He says. I don't say anything. "Where were you?" He inquires and I turn to look at him.

"Oh, you know, I just got off a conversation with Celine. You remember Celine, right?" I ask him.

"Are you drunk?" He asks, with a half smirk, and I really want to punch that smirk off his face. Right this minute.

"I don't know." I look away in embarrassment.

Killian's warm hands hold my wrist and he starts to walk to God knows where. I seriously don't know. I let him lead me and I just follow, with the flare part of my dress in my hand. We climb some stairs and then he pushes a door open and it's a balcony. The sky is already dark and it's nightfall. From the distance, I can see fireworks decorating the sky, along with stars.

For a minute there, I forgot today's independence day. It's beautiful out here. I can stay here all night with peace of mind while I stare at the sky.

"How much did you drink?" Killian asks.

"I'm not drunk, Killian, I'm fine. I just had three glasses."

"You're a lightweight, Naomi."

"Thanks for recalling, Dad." I tell him and look away, with my arms resting on the banister.

Killian sighs and from my peripheral vision, I see him take off his suit jacket and then he stands behind me and wraps it around my shoulders. I relax into his jacket and the expensive scent of his cologne. It feels like he has his arms around me, but he doesn't. Killian just stands next to me, watching the distant sky.

"What did she tell you?"

"Nothing."

"Naomi…"

"Seriously, nothing. Just a bunch of crazy stuff. Like she thinks I'm sleeping with you and telling me it's cool as long as we don't get caught. Because if people start to think we're having sex, they might start to think I fucked my way up to the marketing department, and the scandal that will follow might ruin your name and your company." I say. "God, how come I didn't think of that?"

"You should stop worrying about things like that. No one's gonna think that."

"The fact that you're CEO doesn't excuse the behavior, Killian. I don't want to do anything that will give you and your company a bad name."

Killian smiles at me as he wraps his arms around my waist to pull me to him.

"Naomi Luna Alderson, stop thinking about that. No one's gonna think that. And we're not sleeping with each other, not yet. Also, let me worry about that."

"Am I just one of your conquests? Am I your plaything?"

"I promise you, you're not. You're more than that. You're the woman I want, the woman I've always wanted. The woman I want to share a future with."

No shit, he didn't just say that.

I'm speechless as I stare into his beautiful eyes.

"When are you gonna tell me your middle name, Mr. Black?" I whisper.

"Fuck, when you call me by that in that voice of yours, it makes me wanna do a lot of bad things to you." He whispers.

His hands lay dangerously on top of my waist as it hovers above my butt. I know he wants to bring his hand down and grab my ass.

I would really like that.

"Why don't we discuss whatever dirty thing you want to do to me when you tell me your middle name, hotshot?" I speak softly, eyes locked on his eyes.

Right now, it feels as if I've got him wrapped around my fingers. And I feel like he's got me wrapped around his fingers too. Just his hand on my body already set my soul on fire.

Killian smiles.

"Jefferson."

"Ooh." I burst out into fits of laughter.

Killian smiles, his hands still not leaving me.

"Go ahead and laugh."

I stop laughing and smile.

"It's nice. Jefferson is a nice name. It doesn't suit you for real, but I like it."

"Well, Luna is pretty sexy."

"You make it sound sexy," I whisper, grabbing his collar and pulling him really closer to me. "What do you want, Killian Jefferson Black?"

He's quiet, and I know so many things are running through his mind as he stares into my eyes. Slowly, his hands brush down my waist to my ass and he cups my ass through the sequin material.

His hands on my butt send a flow of blood right in between my legs and my panties are already drenched.

"I want you to be mine. I want you to give me a chance to show you I can be the man you want me to be. I want to hold you every fucking morning. I want to make love to you and listen to you moan my name because I make you feel good. I want you to wake up naked in my bed every fucking morning, with my bite marks all over your body. I want to be the shoulder you can lean on, I want to be your best friend, and I want to be there for you when you want me the most. And I'm willing to do anything to make you happy, to make you smile every fucking hour. I want to fight your battles with you. I want to be with you, and only you. And I want to share my life with you. I want to have a future with you, Naomi Luna Alderson." He whispers, with his lips barely touching mine.

I don't know what he's done to me, but I'm willing to do anything to be with this man. Every time I keep asking myself what these strange feelings are called, I think I have come to the conclusion that I've fallen in love with him. He's stolen my heart and he's got me wrapped around his fingers.

"And right now, I just wanna kiss you and let my soul be lost in your warm embrace." He finishes.

"Then, what are you waiting for?" I whisper. My heart is pounding so hard against my chest. The butterflies in my stomach are already doing a song and I can feel that strange electricity right in the pit of my stomach.

Killian smirks and presses his lips against mine and I just melt into his touch. He turns us around so I'm pressed against the railings of the balcony. His hands squeeze my ass and I moan into his mouth. My arms are around his shoulder as we kiss desperately and passionately. Killian presses his body against mine and I can feel the tightness of his pants and his hard-on pressed against my crotch.

"Oh, God." I shudder into his hands, and then I bring my hands down his body to feel the hardness of his torso.

Killian stops to kiss me on the lips and he kisses my neck. His warm lips are like fire when they touch my skin. He continues to kiss my neck down to my chest and my exposed cleavage. He kisses my cleavage, tongue lashing out to taste the skin. And then he brings his lips back to my ear again.

"Wanna get out here?" I whisper.

I don't think for a second before replying.

"Yes."