Senior Year

Chapter 41

A week later

(Killian's POV)

Emma enters the apartment, and I give her a soft kiss.

"You're not cooking tonight?" she asks seeing the granny's take out on the table.

"I felt I needed to provide you with good tasting food sometimes," I laugh.

"Why thank you," She smiles, and sits down. "Plans for tonight?"

"Umm sort of," I answer, and sit beside her.

"What does that mean?" She asks. I dig into my briefcase, and drop a large pile of College and University booklets in front of her. She sighs deeply at the sight.

"You've really pushed this as long as you can Emma, you have to send in your applications," I tell her, and spread the booklets out evenly in front of her.

"Killian..."

"Do you know what you wish to go into?" I interrupt.

"I can't afford-"

"That wasn't the question." I interrupt her again, this time more sternly. She pouts at me, but I raise my eyebrow right back at her while I await her response. She gives in.

"Social work," she answers, "but honestly Killian I can't afford it. I can't even afford the application fees for all of these," she stresses.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I've got it covered love. I don't want you focusing on money. I want you focusing on your education," I tell her, and take a hold of her hand.

"No. I'm not letting you pay for anything. It's your money Killian, don't waste it on me," she says shocked. I shake my head.

"There are scholarships for people in your situation, and I can cover the rest, trust me."

"Wait are you trying to pay my tuition as well?" her mouth drops open.

"Aye, that was the plan," I smirk.

"No, Killian you don't need to. This is my problem, not yours." She let's go of my hand, and pools her hands in her lap.

"Emma, trust me, you can fight me forever on this, but I've made up my mind," I respond.

"You can't be like that, not about this. This one isn't your decision." She argues.

"Do you really want to fight about this Emma?"

"No. I want you to give up Killian."

"I won't," I say, folding my hands together in front of me.

"Ugh, no! It's too much money, like way too much."

"I have the money Emma, and then some."

"How? How do you have all this money to spend on nice cars, boats, and luxurious apartments? You're a teacher, not the CEO of a corporation." Hmm she noticed. I wasn't sure if she had.

"It's from my childhood... Just trust me, I can afford it" I tell her, and get up to grab myself a drink.

"You're going to have to give me more than that," she retorts.

"Ok, but I'll warn you, it's a bit of a long story," I tell her, hoping she'll back down.

"I have all the time in the world," she stays strong. I sigh.

"Ok so let's start with a little background on my father. He was a con man, and a really good one, I have no idea how much he got from it, but I'd assume over a million at least, probably closer to two. My mother was never around. I learned later that that was due to my father's lifestyle. My mother was going to turn him in, start a better life, but he left in the night and took me and Liam with him. That way, my mother couldn't get him arrested without endangering us as well. So Liam and I grew up with our father, I was only 2 when we left our mother, I knew nothing else but being used as pawns in his conning game. Women trust a single man with two children." I explain as I pour some rum into a glass.