Taming Mr. Black

Killian’s POV

Six Years Ago

Fashion shows are boring. I’ve always hated them and I think they’re heavily overrated. With my phone in my hand, I go through work emails as I reply to them. The only reason I’m sitting here pretending to enjoy myself, is because the host, Terrance Clay, is a client I’m trying to persuade and do business with. He has money and his money is needed in my company.

KB TECH just launched a new program and potential clients like Terrance Clay is what I needed to drive my company to the next level. And that is the only reason I’m sitting through this nightmare. When the show comes to an end, Terrance enters the stage to give a speech. I don’t listen, I just zoned out on everything.

When the show finally comes to an end with everyone preparing to leave, I stand up as quickly as I can, as I scurry backstage to have a word with Terrance. I pace the room, already hating the rich fuck for delaying my precious time. I should be in the office sorting through business contacts and even seeking more clients, not standing back stage in a fashion show.

” Ah! Mr. Black.” A familiar voice says.

I turn around to see Terrance Clay approaching me with a woman clinging to his arm. She’s pretty and I’m sure she’s his wife or his mistress. It might be the latter.

” Mr. Clay.” I greet him. His mistress or wife smiles at me.

” Sorry to keep you waiting. You’re a fine young man and I’m sure you have better things to do with your time. Please, meet my wife, Tessa.” He introduces the woman.

Wife, huh? Tessa looks to be around 28 years old while Terrance himself is 50 years old. It’s not a surprise wealthy old men like them young. I’m guessing this is his third or second wife because I know he has kids nearly as old as me.

” Hello.” I acknowledge the woman.

She smiles and pulls me to a surprise hug.

At first, I didn’t hug her back because I least expected her to wrap her arms around me for an embrace. Tessa is a little thick. With broad hips and a fine ass and a really impressive chest. But all those dirty thoughts go out the window at the sight of the beautiful woman standing a few feet away from us. She’s smiling, and her smile is the first thing that steals my heart. Her hair is a glowing red, with long curls and short bangs at the front. She’s not that tall, with her beautiful fair skin glowing under the warm light of the backstage. She’s slim, with average tits, hips, and a fine little ass.

Fuck, she’s beautiful. She is young, maybe in her early twenties. Normally, I wouldn’t go after young women. They’re not my type. Women like Tessa are mostly my type, but this beautiful redhead is just irresistible and I want her. I want every part of her. She’s too pretty to pass.

Who in the heavens is that? How can a woman be that beautiful?

When Tessa pulls away to properly greet me, I’m barely paying attention. The beautiful young woman standing behind Tessa has my full attention. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Standing next to her is another blonde and she seems to be telling the blonde something.

” Hmm, you like that one, don’t you?” Tessa chimes in as she giggles loudly.

She’s becoming irritating.

” Who’s she?” I ask, surprised at how gruff my voice sounds. I clear my throat.

Terrance turns around to stare at both women as he looks back at me.

” The blonde or the redhead?”

” The redhead. Who’s she?” I ask, slipping my hands inside my pants pockets.

” Gianna Haines. She’s a real beauty, herself. She loves fashion and she is from Texas. I’m not sure she’s your type, though. She’s too pure, Mr. Black.” Terrance says.

” Thanks for the info, Mr. Clay. Now, how about I brief you about what you tend to get when you give my company and her new program a chance?” I turn to Terrance as I say.

” Sure. This way then.” Terrance says as he leads me away.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

As I follow Terrance and his wife, Tessa, I turn to stare at this beautiful redhead called Gianna, but she’s already staring at me, blushing to be exact. I smirk at her, one of my many seductive smirks that always makes the women weak in their knees and it works just as intended on Gianna Haines, because she blushes and looks away.

Great, she’s already mine and I know that for sure.

Getting Terrance Clay to buy my pitch wasn’t easy but at the end of the day, I got him to buy my pitch and he’s officially a client of mine. But Tessa Clay at the end of the day was easy. She did most of the seduction and all I did was ask if she would like to have a little fun. Now she’s riding my dick in the backseat of my car, moaning and screaming my name with her dress hiked up to her waist and my hands on her big ass. The next thing we’re both breathing fast and climaxing.

Tessa climbs off my dick and sits down next to me as she pushes her dress down. She smiles at me. A smile of satisfaction. This obviously wasn’t her first time cheating on old Terrance Clay. I bet he can’t even fuck her real good. I tear the condom off my length, tie its tip, and toss it aside to properly dispose of the condom later.

” Always careful, huh?” She teases me about the condom as I get decent.

I don’t answer Tessa. I just pull out a cigarette from my suit jacket and light it.

” Well, I better get going. Old clay might start getting worried.” Tessa says.

” Mmm–mm.” I hum absentmindedly, blowing out the smoke through my nose and mouth.

” Right. And about little Gianna, she’s a good girl. Likes dates, holding hands, all that boring shit. I bet it’s not really your thing, but if you wanna get her to fall for your bad boy charms, I advise you play her game like it’s the last.”

” I don’t need your advice, Tessa. You should get going. Like you said, you don’t wanna get old Clay worried.” I say.

She’s disappointed. She rolls her eyes and gets out of my car as she slams the door shut.

The next time I see Gianna is at a charity event for dyslexic children. I see her before she even sees me. She stands at a corner looking so small amongst these rich men and women. Gianna wears a dark, blue satin dress with spaghetti straps. Her red hair is in a messy bun, with curly red strands falling at the sides of her face. She looks like an angel. A really beautiful angel. When her eyes fall on my form, she’s surprised to see me and I don’t try to look away. I just can’t.

Gianna blushes, bites her bottom lip as she looks away. When these rich men and women start to make donations, I grab a glass of white wine from a platter of a server as I approach the redhead. From the distance between us, she looks nervous and she knows I’m making a move toward her.

” Getting bored already?” I ask Gianna as I stop in front of her.

She acts surprised to see me as she blinks her eyes. I smirk at her.

” Yeah.”

Damn. Her voice sounds just like I imagined. It was just perfect.

” You could always sneak out with a mysterious, handsome stranger, don’t you think? It could be worth your while.”

She smiles. ” You mean you, right?”

I smile, for the first time in a while.

” You don’t think I’m worth your while?” I ask her, bringing the wine to my lips.

Gianna blushes, eyes lingering on my lips for a minute as I take a sip of the wine. I stare into her eyes, smirking at her. She blushes hard, looks away for a minute as she silently exhales.

” Gianna Haines.” She stretches her hand out for an introduction. ” But you can call me Anna.”

” Killian Black.” I shake her hand. ” And I prefer Anna, that’s if you don’t mind. It suits you.” I say to her, still holding her hand.

Gianna smiles.

” Whatever you want, Killian Black. And yeah, I know you. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

” Hope more good stuff than bad stuff?” I ask, licking my bottom lip as I let go of her hand.

” Why don’t you let me decide that?” She whispers.

” What are you doing here? I didn’t think boring charity events are your thing.”

” It’s not. I’m here with my boss. Suzanne Blaine. You know her?”

” Yeah. She’s a hothead.” And I’ve fucked her.

She giggles. ” Yes, she is.” Gianna turns to look at me. ” What are you doing here?”

” Here for business. And I’m hoping I’d meet you and convince you to go out on a date with me.” I tell her, putting my seductive smirk on.

Gianna blushes as she bites her lip.

” Do you tell that to every girl who finds you attractive?”

” Nah, just you. You’re really pretty and eye-catching. It’s hard to not want a woman like yourself.”

” Thank you.” Gianna is blushing really hard as she avoids my gaze.

” Can I get your number? Maybe we can talk about that date of ours.”

” Sure.”

I hand her my phone and she types in her number with shaky fingers. She’s a nervous wreck and I don’t know if I like that. I can already imagine how good I’m gonna make her feel with her on my bed and her legs spread apart for me.

The only dates I’ve gone to are business dates. We go on dates and I convince you about my business and if they’re women, I sometimes bring them home and they love how I make them feel. KB TECH is still at a ripe age and there’s no room for errors or mistakes.

And as I sat through a non-business date with Gianna Haines, surprisingly, it didn’t turn out to be a disaster. She’s interesting. She tells me about herself. How she’s an only daughter and she has two older brothers. Also, she loves fashion and she wants to run her own fashion show and maybe her own clothing line in the future. Also, her favorite flower is Lily and she loves books and every other cliché thing girls like Anna likes.

I don’t tell her much. I tell her about Keith, just little things about Keith and nothing interesting. Gianna is easy to like. She even says I can call her anytime I wanna hang out. She also talks about Texas and her childhood. Her parents are originally from Europe, but they migrated here when she was ten.

Gianna is supposed to be an easy lay. I just wanted to have fun, that was just the plan. I like her and I wanted us to have fun. But sitting here and hearing her talk about her love for the littlest things makes me want to start something with her. Maybe a relationship. After our dinner, Gianna and I took a walk around New York and she laced her fingers with mine. Later, we drove back to my penthouse apartment and I offered her coffee.

I kiss her and she kisses back without hesitation. I place my hands on her body, running my fingertips all over her little curves with her arms around my neck. God, she’s so beautiful and I don’t wanna let her go. Gianna moans in my mouth when my fingers explore her. Without much foreplay, I’m already fucking her in my kitchen counter, on my couch, and lastly, my bedroom.

I lay next to her, exhausted as I watch her sleep. I can’t begin to explain how I feel for this woman even if it’s too early. Whatever this is, this strange feeling in my gut, it’s too early and I know it. But the one thing I know that I want right this moment, is that I don’t want to let her go. I want this moment to not be the last. I want to wake up to her every morning, with her next to me while I watch her sleep. I want to watch shitty shows with her, talk about dumb shit, make love, fuck, travel around the world, all of that and more.

I drove Gianna back home later that evening even after I tried to persuade her to spend the night. She lives in Boston, but she’s spending the weekend at a friend’s place in New York City. She kisses me goodnight as I watch her step out of my car and walk into her friend’s apartment building.

Fuck, I miss her already.

Four months. We’ve been dating for four months and it feels like four years. It’s not that I’m tired or I feel like the months look like years, it’s because I’m beginning to question myself. Gianna is everything ranging from pure and good. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with. And when I say beautiful, I just don’t mean looks. She’s kind, she’s great. Fuck, she has a loving heart. All of that is too much for me. Maybe I’m selfish, maybe I’m a shitty person, but one thing I know is that I don’t deserve her. I don’t deserve her love, I don’t deserve her at all. She should be with some guy who really deserves her. Someone who is ready to plan and start a family with her. Gianna is one of the few women who isn’t dating me for my pocket. Sometimes, I buy her stuff and she complains about it being too expensive and too much. And then she says stuff like this ‘I don’t want anything from you, except you, Killian.’

All of this is new and I feel like she’s way ahead of me in our relationship. Like, she’s making these plans that I’m not ready to make. Early last week, Anna kept talking about how she loved kids and how she wanted to give birth and start a family at an early age. I didn’t know if I was scared or not, but I went to bed that night thinking if that’s what I wanted. I didn’t want that. At all.

God, kids scare the shit out of me and I have a feeling I’ll be a bad dad and that’s because I’m too young and my focus should be my company. KB TECH is my one true love and it comes first before anyone, even Gianna.

I know I sound selfish but I’m being honest. And I know what I want. And what I want is nothing like what Gianna wants. I really like her, maybe I do not love her yet, but I truly like her. I want her, I care about her, and I even cherish her. She’s the only woman I’ve ever dated for a long period of time even if it’s just months. I don’t date, I just like to fool around. But Gianna Haines makes me do strange things, like not even cheating on her. I’ve never cheated on her ever since I asked her to be my girl. For someone like me, it means a lot.

Gianna wraps her arms around mine as she talks about her day at work. I am not listening, I’m contemplating. I know I had to let her go sooner or later if I really care about her. I should let her live her life and be with someone who really loves her truly. Someone who would be happy to plan a family with her and have kids. Someone who’s willing and ready to settle down. I’m not that someone. The one thing running through my mind every day is the chances and steps I have to take to expand my company. I’m even planning on opening a club here in New York, and I keep looking for business opportunities everywhere and having kids or settling down is the last thing on my mind.

We arrive in a park as Gianna starts to feed the pigeons. In the corner, with my hands in my pockets, I stare at her. Asking myself what did I do to deserve this woman because I don’t deserve her. She’s so young and beautiful. She’s wearing a gray, turtleneck, cashmere sweater that I bought her. It’s perfect for her and it looks like it was made exactly for her. Which it was.

A photographer takes a picture of her and hands her the photo. She smiles from ear to ear as she stares at the photo. I drive her to a fancy diner where we eat dinner together with Gianna doing most of the talking. I just stare at her, at her beautiful lips, and how I love listening to her talk.

” You’ve been awfully quiet today. Is something wrong?” She asks as we ride the elevator up to her apartment.

I clear my throat and sigh.

” Did I do something? Was I talking too much earlier today?” She asks.

Fuck. How can she think that?

I place my hands on her shoulders soothingly.

” I love listening to you talk. It’s the most beautiful thing out there.”

She blushes. ” Then what’s the matter? Is it work? I’m sorry I barely asked you about work lately.”

” It’s okay.” I say as the elevator opens and we step out, with my arm around her waist.

” I’m just stressed.” I tell her.

” Well, I have some news that will cheer you up, I promise.” She smiles at me.

” Okay. What is it?” I ask, with my eyebrows nearly touching my hairline.

Gianna giggles as she opens her door. We step inside and I shut the door. I paid for this new apartment in New York City for her because her old one was too small and in Boston, which is almost a 3 hours drive to New York City. And I designed her new apartment to her taste. The apartment is well furnished and beautiful and it soothes her.

” Seriously, what is it?”

” Well. It’s… Just wait here, I’ll go get it.” She says and scurry down her hallway.

I sit down on her couch, feeling nervous as I impatiently tap my foot on the floor. Gianna comes back with an envelope. She hands it to me, with her feeling really happy. I take it from her and open it. It’s a medical test result.

” What’s this?” I mutter.

” Read it.” She says, giggling.

I glance through it, not really understanding this medical crap. Something falls out of the envelope and I pick it up. This thing, this kit, I can recognize it anywhere without being told what it is. A pregnancy test kit and it’s positive.

What the fuck is this?

” What’s going on?” I stare at the test result in my hand as I shift my gaze to Gianna whose smile is slowly slipping from her face.

” I’m pregnant.”

” You’re what?!” I’m on my feet as I ask. Gianna moves back in fear at my sudden outburst.

” Fuck.” I let the pregnancy test kit and result slip out of my hand as I run my hands through my hair.

” I’m sorry. The doctor says it’s four weeks.”

” A month! What the hell, Anna? Are you kidding me? How can you be pregnant? You told me you were on birth control.”

” I was. I stopped, okay?”

” You stopped? Why the fuck would you do that?” I’m trying really hard to not yell at her.

Gianna takes a few steps back, sobbing.

” I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry you’re not as happy as I anticipated it.”

” Happy? Anna, for fuck’s sake, I don’t want a child. I’ve said this several times that I don’t want a baby, you can’t just go right ahead and get pregnant even after I told you I wasn’t interested in a baby. What the fuck were you thinking?”

” I’m sorry. But I’m keeping it.”

” You ain’t doing shit. You’re getting it out because I don’t want that.”

” You’re asking me to abort our baby?”

” Yes.”

She gasps and slaps me across the cheek. ” You fucking bastard.” She glares at me.

” Get out!” She points to the door as she says.

” You wanna know why I’ve been in a shitty mood lately? It’s because this isn’t working. It can’t work.”

” What?” Her tone is different, sad, and heartbroken.

I sigh and take a few steps towards her.

” You don’t mean that.” She says, lips quivering.

” I’m sorry, Anna. I really am. You’re everything. You’re too good and I don’t deserve you. This isn’t gonna work and you know it. We’re like two different people from two different worlds and I don’t want to hurt you.”

” Don’t say that. Don’t give me that crap.” She says, smacking her hands across my chest. ” Do you frickin’ hear yourself? You don’t want to hurt me and you’re hurting me!”

” We’re done. And I’m sorry it turned out this way. I just can’t. You love so many things that I don’t even give a shit about. You’re beautiful, you’re amazing, fuck, you’re everything. We can’t be a thing. You’re too perfect and I feel like I’m trying too hard to make this work.”

” Please, Killian, don’t do this to me and our baby.”

” And you’re getting rid of that too.” I tell her as I back away from her.

With my back turned towards her, I head for the door.

” Killian, you can not do this to me!” Gianna’s voice calls after me. She’s crying.

” The apartment is paid for another three years, so you don’t have to worry about that. I’m really sorry, Anna. You need to find someone who deserves you, and that person isn’t me. My driver will pick you up and drive you to the hospital first thing tomorrow morning. Don’t fight him, just get in the car when he comes.”

” Fuck you, Killian.”

Damn, she just cursed. Anna never curses.

” And I hope you rot in hell, you fucking bastard!”