Emma
Killian took me to the VIP room of a Japanese restaurant, where it was just the two of us while waiters appeared to serve us. He ordered a bowl of misoshiro to go with the crispy hot rolls, which looked extremely delicious. He asked what I wanted to eat, and I just snorted.
“I already told you I'm not hungry,” I replied, rolling my eyes. He had taken me here in a rough way, and now we were sitting on the beanbags, with ambient Asian music playing slowly in the background, while the place was nice and very comfortable to stay.
Killian didn't look at me when I refused the food. “Is this because of your ex-husband?” he asked. “Does he mess with you so much that he even makes you lose your appetite?”
I gave a mocking laugh. “Not everything about him, okay?” My manner was still petulan
