Dirty Beginning (Dirty 0.50)

But the spin is ended abruptly. I look to the door, thinking that maybe the nurse has come back, but no one’s there .

> “What is it?” I ask .

“Why aren’t you marrying me? I thought that was the only way you could be a part of the company .”

I smile. “I told Granddad that I didn’t care about being a part of the company. I told him that I didn’t care about the money. I told him I refused to marry such an arrogant ass .”

He frowns, making me smile larger .

“I told him I was tired of living my life for other people. I told him that I’d be making all the decisions in my life now .”

He hugs me again. “That’s great. I’m so proud of you, princess.” He lets me go. “What are you going to do now ?”

“Other than be your girlfriend ?”

He nods .

“I’m going to be your new VP of Operations .”

He grabs me and lifts me, spinning me around again .

We kiss. We laugh. We fall further in love .

When he puts me down, I know I have made the right decision .

The door swings open again, startling us. Two men in black suits walk through the door. They are not security guards .

“Are you Kinsley Felton?” the man says .

“Yes,” I whisper .

Killian wraps his arms around me tighter .

The man walks toward us. He grabs ahold of my arm. “Kinsley Felton, you are under arrest .”

I expect him to say, for having sex in a spare hospital bed. But that doesn’t make sense .

He finishes his sentence, “For money laundering and fraud .”

I stare at him, wide-eyed. I have no idea what he is talking about .

Killian is still holding on to my waist, refusing to let me go .

“I’m going to have to ask you to let her go .”

Killian does, and the man puts the cuffs on me. He begins walking me out of the room. I hear Killian running next to us .

“Excellent job, Agent Byrne,” the man who has me in cuffs says .

I turn to my right to face the direction where the man is talking, but I have no idea who he is talking to. All I see is Killian. Killian Browne .

His eyes grow heavy, sad, as he looks from me and then to the man who has me in cuffs. “Thank you, Agent Phillips,” he says weakly .

My mouth drops. Killian isn’t Killian. He’s not a CEO. He’s a cop or with the FBI or CIA or whatever the hell agents work with .

I force myself to keep my eyes off of Killian or whatever the hell his name is as the man leads me out of the hospital and into the back of a blacked-out Suburban .

I was wrong. I’m always wrong. Killian doesn’t love me. He doesn’t care about being a CEO. He was just doing his job .