Killian

Milah came up to my desk. "Is it necessary to have this party tonight?"

"It is."

She walked behind me. "Killian, I really don't think you have a chance with that girl. You witnessed how she feels yourself, she's really not interested. But she sure was to Jefferson. Why won't you let the guy take her away?"

"Milah if that's all you have to say, then please leave. I have a few phone calls to make."

Milah placed her hands on my shoulders, and leaned closer. "Killian, if you are willing to catch that girl, then you must work harder to get her. Or else she'll slip away from your fingers."

"Thanks for the advice. Now leave."

"Remember that. Always." She gave my shoulders a light squeeze, and walked out of my office.

I do agree Emma will continuously play hard to get if I don't open up a little. This party is an advantage to get to know Emma more, other than the fact she was that gorgeous woman in the charity ceremony. Apparently, Jefferson seems to be better on that then me. This is indeed, a challenge.

~ It's eight fifteen. The guest began to arrive to my ship. It does feel odd that strangers are on my beautiful baby. But Emma seems to want a little more from a person, other than wanting the attention from a man. If that's what she wants, then so be it.

Milah invited some business sponsors. Of course, she'll always ruin the fun with business. I sometimes wonder why I'm the boss. Why can't she take control?

I'm hoping Jefferson will come alone. If I see him escorting Emma, I will not hesitate to toss him off the ship. He could write about that in one of his books, or maybe make a hat out of seaweed and name it after me.

I stood by one of the bar stands. There is no sign of Emma, or Jefferson. I know Jefferson is coming. He always does. Emma. She probably might take a rain check, but inviting Jefferson manipulates her to attend. I know she loathes me. That's why I must change that loathsome, into a touch of affection.

Milah came up to me with a gentleman around her arms. "Killian, this is Robert Newman. He's the CEO of the top fashion company, Mode. He and I are having a pleasant conversation about an upcoming black and white charity ball. He is delighted to arrange the ceremony in your club."

'Milah my little life saver.' I took his hand, and gave it a quick hand shake. "Hello. I am pleased you arrived to my party. I am quite flattered you are interested in my club."

"I have heard positive reviews about your club. My company has been planning this ceremony for three months. But finding the right place is the tricky part."

"Well, I would never hesitate by this request. Tell me. When is the black and white ball?"

"My employees are sending out the invitations once we find a place. The date the chairman chose is the tenth of next month."

"Five weeks. That's plenty of time."

Suddenly, Emma and Jefferson entered. So they were planning to come together.

I turned my attention back to Robert. "Let's do it. Milah will give you my business card. Contact me any time. But will you excuse me, I have other guests to attend to."

Robert nodded. "Of course, nice talking to you." He walked away with Milah.

I walked over to the two happy couple. "Ah. You two came."

Emma's smile disappeared. Jefferson patted my arm. "Hey, Killian. Emma didn't know the address to get here, so I brought her with me."

"Well, I'm glad you two came. It's good to see you again Emma."

She just gave me a nod. "Yeah, it is."

Jefferson released his grasp on Emma's arm. "Will you excuse me? I'm going to get a drink. You want anything, Emma?"

Emma spoke with her eyes closed. She looked terribly exhausted. What does this woman do every day?

"A double martini...Very...very dry. No olives." Jefferson turned away and disappeared.

Emma's eyes were still closed, she looks like she going to fall on her face. I placed a hand on her back, and grabbed one of her wrist.

"Are you alright?"

She nodded, her eyes still closed. "I'm a little tired, that's all."

"Hey, you should sit down. Come on."

"What about Jefferson?"

"He'll find us. He knows this place like a book." I led her inside the little cabin. I lowered her down carefully down on one of the beds.

She opened her eyes. "I'm fine. Thanks though."

I pulled out a chair, and sat by her. "You don't look fine. You look exhausted. What were you doing all day, anyway?"

"Work. Just work."

"Since you can't stand up, just rest for now."

The two of us remained in the room in for a long, awkward moment. But surprisingly we seem to communicate better, we began to talk without exchanging "BUZZ OFF" faces to one another from the pass fifteen minutes. This is the first time I ever had a comfortable conversation with her.

"So did you always wanted to become a club owner?"

I folded my hands together, crouching my back forward to talk to her more clearly. "No. But it was something that tempted me to become. Someone led me to become what I am."

"Your father?"

I chuckled. "My father was an annoying, lousy alcoholic. All he ever done was drink, which was why my mum left me..."

Emma's eyes suddenly melted. "I'm sorry."

"Nah. I really don't need any sympathy about that. My father drank, and drank. No matter what. Whether the sun was still up, or down. I watched him drink all those full bottles till the day he died. But before his death, I had a sweetheart back home. She kept my spirits up."

Emma smiled. "So there was a little sweetness in your past. What happened? You two got hitched or what?"

"Close. We ran away together. When my father died, I used up his life insurance to buy this ship. It was worth every penny, but the adventure I shared with my girl never brought me any regret. I was just a kid. Jefferson soon joined us for two years, then he applied to a university in Denmark. His sweetheart followed him too. So it was just me and my girl – Sarah. Things were perfect the way they were."

"That seems sweet. Why isn't she with you now?"

I lowered my eyes on my hands. "...Her father found us. My Sarah lives like the old rich Rockefeller. Her father owns two oil refineries back in Texas. When he found Sarah and me, he warned me never to see his daughter again. He called me a no good bastard. I agreed with him, but I was crazy about his daughter, I couldn't give up on her...But then she dumped me after a month. There were no sign of tears or anything when she said that straight to my face. I followed her everywhere, which lasted for a year. I kept telling myself this is all her father's doing, not hers. I followed her everywhere in public – candy stores, the mall, her school, and watch her out the window. But I never heard a peek about me, even when she's alone in her room. I was heartbroken...And felt like a nobody. That's when I had this greed to become rich. Maybe then, she'll rush back to my arms. This is when I met Milah. This is a silly story."

Emma sat up, and her eyes never left me. "No its not. Continue, I would like to hear it."

"Well, I was in Miami. I pulled my ship over, and went to a nearby seven eleven. I was hungry, so I bought a treat for myself. I saw Milah there, I didn't know her at the time. I stood by the cashier, after I paid for my food, Milah walked pass me. I turned around in time to notice her dropping something on the floor. I called after her, but she was already outside. I picked it up, it was a lottery card. She was already gone. So I just scratched it with a quarter for fun. That was the day I won five million dollars. And I started some business, it worked out quite better than I expected. I went back to Sarah. She wasn't home. The maid in the household came up to me. She told me Sarah is at the church, attending her wedding. That was the day I officially erased Sarah from my heart. I keep hoping my love for her is still inside me. But there isn't, not even little bit."

Emma nudged my shoulder. "Hey, I think it was brave for you to open up for me. But don't get all emotional and everything...It's not sexy, and sure isn't you."

Her hands lowered down to my wrists. "I understand what it's like losing someone. I was in that state years ago. But you got lucky to live your life with such grand luxury. Me. My life took its course the complete opposite."

I looked straight at her lightly pale hands. It felt so warm, and comforting. I feel the need for her to never let go of that hand.

She suddenly released her grasp and stood up from the bed. "Well, let's not just sit here. Give me a tour around your ship."

I took a breath, and pulled myself up. I wrapped an arm around hers. "Right this way. This cabin is bigger than you think."

By the way guys. I posted a link on Emma's dress on my author's profile. Anyway, enjoy.