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"Hey babe," Victoria chirped, wiggling towards Killian on her killer heels and wrapping both arms around his neck, planting a kiss on the thin lips that said exactly how he felt about their approach. Officially, they liked be engaged, but they didn't love each other - didn't even like each other very much.
Viktoria in particular seemed to succumb to her insidiousness and hatred of him when she got so close to him. She felt his discomfort, his resentment, every time she touched him and she loved tormenting him with it so much.
"What do you want here?", Killian asked coldly, pushing away the skinny brunette with the cat-yellow eyes and the angular features that were only accentuated by her short hairstyle. Victoria's crooked, a cruel grin spread across her face and she ignored his struggle, linking her arm and pulling him to a seat in the corner.
"Visit my fiancé and future sister-in-law. Sebastian still refuses to meet her, but my father promised me to talk to him about it. Our connection will make him see."
Killian kept Viktoria at bay as much as possible. He had agreed to the connection because Mash Collin had helped him make a living here. Little did he know Mash was such a fool had gnawed at him that he had insisted on keeping him at least as a son-in-law Viktoria had tried to resist but finally agreed, when she had seen Killian and realized the disgust it cost him himself. If there was one thing Viktoria loved, it was tormenting people and delighting in their suffering, other than that it seemed visually appealing enough to pique her feminine interest.
"Why would Sebastian meet Samantha? I just want my peace of mind from his constant intrigues." And those of his fiancées. Viktoria was grinning broadly again, her eyes sparkling with deep amusement. She snuggled up against him and ran a finger along his chin, forcing him to look at her.
"Naw, I know how important your little sister is to you, so I told dad that if our families were more closely knit, it would be magical to end your conflict and Sebastian's, they would make a beautiful couple. Killian clenched his fists as she pulled herself onto his lap, trying not to be too overt about his anger at Viktoria's mating plans. If he freaked out about it, she would pursue that plan with only more fervor.
"Sebastian hates you and he hates me, he'll never agree to such a connection and Mash can't force him to do that. You know that, as does your father. And you didn't answer my question: What do you want here?" He didn't give any meaning to the lie before it. Viktoria only came here if she expected something from it.
She chuckled briefly, then slid off his lap again, probably solely because he hadn't pushed her away, and sat down on the table directly in front of him.
“Detective Spencer was with you guys asking questions. I want to know what he asked and how you answered," Viktoria demanded, now suddenly absolutely rational and cold. She might be a spiteful beast, but it was definitely not good to reduce her to that and only the spoiled, mean, scavenging monster in her
"He wasn't talking to me, he was talking to Samantha." She raised a dark eyebrow. Despite the sharp contours, she had a face that definitely could not be described as ugly.
“You let that bloodhound talk to your sister? Hey guys, I've been trying to force you to do this for months and he walks in here and makes it. How did he do that?" Killian refused to talk about it. He couldn't let that Viktoria found out about the rumors that were circulating between him and Samantha and that were more true than he himself had thought possible. But Viktoria ignored her glee and quickly got back to the subject.
"What did she tell him?"
"Nothing in particular. She doesn't know anything and therefore couldn't tell him. He asked about my connection to you."
Viktoria is taken aback and Killian noticed that he had never talked to her so easily before. This woman was deeper than he gave her credit for. She pursed her lips and crossed one leg over the other. She wore skinny jeans that were paint stained with those killer heels and a plaid shirt over a white tank top that she had knotted at her side. A strange combination and one that also made him stumble.
"Only the devil knows where he got that from. We were so fucking careful, dammit!" she muttered to herself, glancing at her watch.
"Unfortunately, I don't have time to torment you anymore, so do me a favor and keep that tormented expression on your face for the rest of the day . I have to get a picture done and break these shoes in for tonight's gala. You're not invited, by the way." She hopped ungraciously off the tabletop, turned on her heel and glanced over her shoulder again.
"Bye, babe, and be careful with your next fling. I can smell the woman on you. Tüdelü..." Killian looked after her with a frown. What the hell was that? Viktoria was never as curt as she was just now and certainly not as conscientious. And when she poked her nose into his affairs, she usually got to the bottom of things.
She hadn't even asked what exactly Spencer wanted to know. And Killian couldn't explain why she had reacted so disinterested after his evasive answer, but he couldn't care either. She was gone, that was all that mattered.
