[Taryn POV]
I had broken down the moment I entered the car, yes Conan might be the wrong one in that situation, he is Conan Beckett and always starts trouble, but he had right to be given the benefit of the doubt as everyone else.
"Are you okay?" he asks with such a soft voice.
"I am fine, ugh…., can you drive already," I commanded trying my best to mask the pain.
He starts driving quietly, "you should not have defended me."
"Why because you pushed her?"
"What no? I am not like that," he confirmed my suspicions, "that old hag just wants to bask in your glory as her grandson's wife and is using poor old me for it."
I cannot help but chuckle, it wasn't funny, but it felt funny to me, like most things he says just seem funny.
"What is so funny?"
"You, you are funny," I say boldly. "Stop by my apartment so I can pick up some clothes." "Sure."
I like this side of Conan, yes, we have just met but if he is like this to everyone close to him then he is one hell of a friend.
The Becketts seem like a warm family, I mean with all the scandals about Clayton Beckett and his wife's wedding that most assume is a scam, the two seem to be madly in love with each other, and I think that is all that matters.
Zoey was a fun person to take care of, not that I had much time taking care of her as her great grandmother always takes her, but she was a sweet child.
With the free time I had since Zoey was with her great grandmother I decided to tour around the mansion.
"Oh…. Sorry didn't mean to intrude," I stumbled upon a big art room, Cyan was there along with Conan.
"No, please come, I could use some second opinion." Cyan says dragging me deeper inside the room.
"So, you are saying that my opinion is invalid?" Conan grumbles, Cyan just rolls her eyes and continues to talk to me.
"So, what do you think, I haven't had enough sculptures to fill up the whole venue Clayton bought for me, but these are good right?" Cyan asks quite an unnecessary question to be honest, like they are a work of art.
"They look so gorgeous," I say in awe, some of the sculptures were modelled after real people, I recognised one to be Melisa Beckett their grandmother, "they look so life-like."
Cyan squeals in happiness to my comment making Conan grumble before saying, "that is what I said."
"So, you are having an art store? That is so cool." It was so cool to see a Beckett that is talented in something other than business.
"Now I just need like 15 more sculptures and the business is up and running," Cyan says happily.
"Wait, so you are not taking my advice?" Conan says shocked, "ugh… here I thought you two would make art history."
"What are you talking about? What advice?" Cyan asks.
"Well, you and Kaleah having a joint art store, she showcases her paintings, and you showcase you sculptures, it will be the Becketts in art," Conan says, Cyan look really shocked by this, "ugh… I was hoping on coining on this idea."
"You are a genius Conan, oh, Kaleah has the best arts," Cyan says happily, Conan looks so cute being surprised by Cyan's reaction.
'No, no, no, I can find Conan cute,' I scold myself, ugh... but I can't help it, he is really cute, well he is hot, like super-hot.
"Cain, I have work for you, can you have someone collect all Kaleah's things from her old apartment to the mansion, make sure you handle the paintings with care." Cyan says in her call happily.
"I can't believe she didn't tell you, I told her that days ago," Conan grumbles, "well since you are using my idea, how much I am being paid?"
"Relax, I will pay you fool," Cyan says, "come you will help me get Kaleah's painting room ready."
Cyan drags me with her to the painting room, where we spent the rest of the day cleaning boxes and arranging Kaleah's paintings material.
"Wow, she is great," I say admiring one of the paintings on the wall, "is this her mother?"
"Yes, like she replicated all this with just her brain, like that girl is a genius, she just too modest about it."
After that a freckled ginger came along with other men bringing more majestic paintings in, I think he is Cyan's boyfriend by the way these two interacts.
"Will that be all?" he asked, I recognise him to be Clayton Beckett's assistant.
So, do the Becketts not mind dating their employees? Seem there is Chance for Conan and me, 'huh, wait what am I even thinking, I am not even his type. Ugh.'
"What are you thinking about?" The fool startles me.
"Stop doing that Conan, ugh," I grumble, "anyway, do you think Cain and Cyan are... you know a thing?"
"They are, but they don't know they are so obvious," he chuckles, "don't tell them you know, it is fun watching them like this."
Of course, Conan would say that he had always seemed like a prankster, so I am not surprised.
He really is extra hot up close, like his beautiful brown eyes are so mythical, like something out of this world. He does have kissable lips; they are so moist and look super soft.
"Oh… someone has a crush," he teases making me flinch as I was caught staring.
"How many girls have you kissed?" he widens his eyes in shock, but I don't back down, "what? You look like you would be a good kisser thus the question."
He laughs making me roll my eyes, "well if you want to know if I was a good kisser or not why don't you just kiss me?" quite bold of him.
"We are not in that kind of relationship Conan," I shrug, "come on how many girls have you kissed and how many of them told you, you were a good kisser?"
He licks his lips, before pulling me in for a kiss, oh, I was right he is a wonderful kisser, I can feel myself drifting into heaven with his moist lips on my, his untamed tongue pushing deeper inside my mouth.
"I have kissed about 21 girls, only 20 have told me I was a good kisser though," he says, I can feel the goosebumps all over me, his low tone, his beautiful eyes, I am a gone girl.
"Well, the 20 girls weren't lying, you are a good kisser," I say before walking to Cyan who is frozen shocked, I can feel my legs wanting to give out, I feel so hot, I want more than just a kiss to prove a point.