“How the hell did you get here!?” I said in an angry tone that came out as a whisper, “Have you been following me!?” I asked, placing my hands on my hips as I stared at Kilian with wide eyes.
“This was a mere coincidence, I came to check up on my restaurant and saw you panicking before running into this very washroom,” he said casually, extremely dashing in his suit without his jacket, his light blue shirt sleeves rolled up beneath his navy blue vest.
I groaned in frustration, “Do you own everywhere for f**k’s sake?” I retorted.
“Well come to think of it, I may just have a hand in everything, not necessarily own,” he mocked, a smug grin on his lips. He was taunting me, he had no idea how much I wanted to punch his face now but at the same time, those lips, those soft, tender lips, as I
