His weakness

Chapter Twenty One - I don't need a hero.

Nola 

I am halfway through my shift, and I am ready for home. The only good thing is I am seeing Kylan after. I am going to his, and he is cooking. He has been good to me the last couple of days, helping with my stress over work and school in any way he can. 

I am in the middle of making drinks for a couple of customers when I feel someone come up behind me, too close for comfort.

“Can I give you a hand, darling?” The second the words came from my bosses mouth, I felt like gagging. He can be such a creep at times. 

“No, and I would appreciate it if you get out my personal space,” I say through gritted teeth. 

“Christ, chill out. You need to get laid, sweet cheeks.” He laughs. His laugh is enough to make me shudder and not in a good way. 

I fling myself around to face him, and he steps in closer to me, a smirk on his lips.

“Back off, Pete!” I snap. I am running low on patience with him. 

“Don’t talk to me like that. I am your f*****g boss, have some respect.” He hisses, his voice angry and the look on his face scary, but I wasn’t backing down. 

Before I see it coming, someone dives in front of me, grabbing Pete by the scruff of his tee and pinning him against the bar, “You heard the lady, back the f**k off. You may be the damn boss, but you have no right treating your staff like that, you piece of shit.” 

Kylan? When did he get here, and what the hell is he doing? 

“Who the f**k are you?” Pete barks at Kylan, “None of your business, but you don’t mess with my girl.” Kylan responds, staring him down and not moving an inch. 

Did Kylan call me his girl? I swoon a little but then snap back into reality. 

“Who the f**k is your girl?” Pete questions, confused. Is he really that dumb? “The one you were just trying to hit on even when she made it clear she isn’t interested.” Kylan hisses, his hold on Pete tightening. 

Pete looks over at me and back at Kylan, laughing, “You are welcome to her. She seems like a prude, and she’s fired.” Pete replies, glaring over at me. 

I see Kylan’s fist tighten into a ball, and before I had a chance to tell him not to, he punched Pete in the jaw, and he stumbled to the floor, “She is better than this shithole. Stay the f**k away from her.” Kylan warns. 

A crowd has gathered to watch the commotion. I felt embarrassed with the entire thing. I turn my attention to Kylan, shake my head, grab my things and rush out. I can’t believe he punched him and caused me to lose my job! I would have handled it, just like thousands of times before. No, Pete shouldn’t be acting the way he does, but I am not some weak, stupid little girl who needs protecting. 

“Nola, where are you going?” I hear Kylan call out from behind me, “Home!” I reply, annoyed. 

I walk quickly but don’t get far before Kylan grabs me and pulls me around to him, “Are you mad at me?” he asks. 

“What do you think? You came barging into my workplace, punched my boss and got me fired! How did you expect me to react, Kylan?” I sigh. 

“Not like this. Someone needed to put him in his place.” He said matter-of-factly. He honestly doesn’t believe he has done anything wrong. Maybe I am overreacting, but he had no right. How would he feel if I did that to him? He would be fuming. 

“I don’t need a hero!” I say, shaking my head and try to walk away, but Kylan has other ideas. He brings me into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around my body, “If you are expecting me to apologise, kitten, you will be waiting a long time.” He says slyly. 

Oh, hell no, not the time for him to be sly, “God, you are so f*****g annoying and stubborn.” I whine. 

Kylan smirks, dipping his head down and his lips attach to my neck, kissing it softly and resting them at my ear, “I gotta protect what is mine. No one is allowed to mess with my baby girl.” He whispers seductively, biting on my neck. 

I moan and become putty in his hands, my legs nearly buckling from under me with his words. He grabs my face in his hand and presses his lips roughly to mine before I have a chance to speak. I fist his tee in my hand, kissing back without hesitation. He runs his hand down my back and slaps my ass, “Mine.” he mumbles into my lips. 

I whimper, kissing him harder. I like him calling me his. He pulls away, and I huff in protest, “Are you still mad at me, kitten?” he asks softly. 

“No. Thank you, no one has ever had my back like that.” I smile.

“As long as you are with me, I will always have your back.” He says, tucking the hair away from my face, “If you need anything since I got your fired, just ask, OK?” he adds. 

“I will be fine. I have savings.” I shrug, “But thank you.” 

Even if I didn’t, I would take anything from him. I would ask my father if I needed anything. 

“Come on, beautiful, let’s go back to mine. We can take a bath, and I will cook us dinner.” He suggests, offering me his hand. 

I nod, taking it, and he leads me to his car. Kylan opens the door for me, and I climb in, and he runs around doing the same. I will find another job soon, hopefully. Although, I do have to admit I am glad to be away from that damn place. 

I sigh, running my fingers through my hair. Kylan takes my hand in his, “Are you OK, kitten?” he asks. 

“Yes, tired, and it has been an unexpected night,” I answer honestly. 

“Come here, beautiful.” He smiles, motioning me closer. I rest my head on his shoulder, and he wraps his free arm around me and kisses the top of my head. I instantly feel better, and my box relaxes. 

Yes, he has said more than once I am his, but I still have no clue what is happening between us. I won’t bring it up because I am happy with the way it is now, but I feel in time I will crave more from him, and I won’t receive it since it isn’t his thing. I can worry about that when the time comes. I will enjoy spending my time with Kylan while he around. I dread to think what will happen when he ends things because I know he will, eventually. Perhaps it is silly of me to stick around until then, but I can’t help it. Kylan makes my life more exciting and drives me wild in a way no one ever has. 

“Stay tonight?” he asks hopefully. 

“OK,” I reply, nuzzling his neck and placing my hand on his chest. 

I hear Kylan’s breathing hitch in his throat. I smirk to myself because I know he can’t see me do it. I seem to affect him the same way he does me.