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Fourty

Author: Pixie Auri
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56

For some reason unknown to mankind, Chris found himself at his parents’ home an hour before dinner, at one of the most aggravating conversations he ever had.

“She’s not right for you” Edgar stated clearly. His mother was awfully quiet.

“And why is that?” He didn’t tell them they were not together anymore – or ever – and wasn’t sure why. For some reason, Chris was putting up with that torture when he had a clear way out. But he’d go through that if they were a real couple, and maybe he just wanted to know how it’d b

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  • A Word of Praise   Fourty-Two

    The loud pop music was ringing in Kiara’s ears while she tried to dance her sorrow away. A whole week, and she still felt like shit. “I’m clocking you on that funeral dancing, baby girl.” Michael reappeared out of nowhere after spending a suspicious amount of time in the bathroom of that poorly lit club.“And I’m clocking you on having a blowjob in the bathroom.” “Touché. But it’s my birth

  • A Word of Praise   Fourty-Three

    “Can we talk about this later? Your hands are skinned!” His tone was worried, and she closed her eyes to focus. She breathed in and ignored his voice for a second. Water. She needed running water. She walked towards the small sink backstage and tried to open the tap, but her hands were not responding.“Open,” she commanded. As she felt the water soothing her wound, she was able to concentrate better. What the hell was he doing there? She almost didn’t believe it when she saw him in the crowd, and his presence made all her concentration go down the drain.

  • A Word of Praise   Fourty-Four

    She looked at him dumbfounded, but he was looking ahead at the road. Did he realize what he just said? She wanted to ask but didn’t really know how. Maybe he didn’t mean it. It was just a figure of speech. It didn’t take long for them to reach his apartment, but it felt like hours of excruciating silence to Kiara. She was not one to dwell on words and feelings, but then again, she was not used to those particular ones. They got in to find a warm welcome – to Kiara. She loved the giant dog and embraced him as best she could without using her hands.

  • A Word of Praise   Fourty-Five

    As they sat down, Kiara realized how hard it would be to eat a sandwich without her hands. She kept looking at it, but eventually heard him laugh and get a knife, fork, and plate to cut it into small pieces for her. When he was done, he took a piece and brought it to her mouth. What the hell?“You are not hand-feeding me.” She lowered her brows. He must have noticed how pathetic it was, so he dropped the fork and sat back. Her hands might be hurt, but she could still get the fork between her index and middle finger. They ate a few bites in silence, and she felt the need to c

  • A Word of Praise   Fourty-Six

    He felt her stiffen at his words. Maybe it was too soon. Her arms were still around his neck, and his hands were clamping her waist, afraid to let go. But her stare was wide-eyed, and the tears dried in her face. He didn’t regret it, though. Even if she was not ready for it, he was. Wasn’t she the one to tell him to do what he wanted? “Fuck, say something.” He might be certain of his feelings, but it didn’t mean his heart wasn’t pounding against his chest waiting for her reaction.“Are you sure?” Right, not what he expected. Not at all.

  • A Word of Praise   Fourty-Seven

    The run was a punch to Chris’ stomach. How could he have overlooked the fact that Kiara was actually an athlete? To put it in simple terms, he was quashed. He thought his running and gym habits were enough to put him in the apex of physical capacity, but it couldn’t be further from the truth.He had thought about Kiara as an artist most of the time, so it was shocking to see the stamina the girl had. He should have known better, having seen and touched her tight body as he had. He was definitely out of his league. Batman was able to keep up with most of it, but the bastard h

  • A Word of Praise   Fourty-Eight

    Push through. Those were the only words on Kiara’s mind as she felt herself slipping. Her breath was becoming shallow, but she couldn’t let it show. If she could just leave, and be alone for a while, she’d be able to get her grip back. Why was she getting like that again? It was not fair. In the first few minutes after Harry mentioned her mother, she was still there. Fading, but there. But after Chris’ words hit her, she felt her grip on reality escaping. There was a distant barking sound somewhere, and a doorknob that caused her pain when she touched it. A car stopped by the sidewalk and she got in. Did she call for it?

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  • A Word of Praise   Fifty-Seven

    Kiara opened her eyes and tried to remember where she was. The heavy blanket and soft pillow didn’t match the ones she had at home, and the big man holding her close was definitely not something she woke up to often. “Morning,” Chris said in a voice too awaken to match her lazy mood. “Morning. Have you been up long?” She turned to face him, stifling a yawn.“Not too long.” Definitely a while, then. Had he be

  • A Word of Praise   Fifty-Six

    Chris unwillingly left her in bed to get the condom from his bag. He was not thinking about it earlier, but after almost shooting deep inside her in the shower, his memory was jogged up. He reached for the package, but his hand found the small box he had placed back there earlier, and he smiled. Maybe… later.He watched her laying in bed, wet and open for him. She was a fucking goddess, and he couldn’t understand how he could be so lucky.“I’ll have to finish without you if you just stand there. I don’t mind the audience.” She motioned to touch hersel

  • A Word of Praise   Fifty-Five

    Kiara was still feeling the thrill of a responsive crowd when she kissed him, but she did not regret it one bit. It was past time she gave into him – again. She didn’t have it in herself to fight it any longer, and as soon as she made up her mind, it was as if a switch had flipped. Now she fucking needed him. Chris was not one to lose time, so as soon as she asked for it, his lips were already pressed on hers and her body was crashing against the bathroom wall. Her hands explored his perfectly cut hair, and she hoped she’d mess it beyond return. He deserved a little c

  • A Word of Praise   Fifty-Four

    She was so incredibly precious. Chris couldn’t quite understand how a person could go through that and come out so beautiful on the other side. He didn’t expect her to tell him about it, not like that. But he understood her better now. If hating rich people was the only outcome of that disturbing past, he’d more than welcome it. Damn, he’d get rid of his own money if that’s what it took.But he knew it wasn’t. She was scarred, more so than he could ever have been, even with his few shitty events in the past. And still, she was the most amazing person he had ever met.

  • A Word of Praise   Fifty-Three

    Kiara turned around to see her favorite face holding a smirk. “What are you doing here?” She asked in a mix of surprise and embarrassment. Nobody was supposed to have seen her little theft.“It’s Saturday,” he stated, as if it was obvious he’d track her down after she said she’d be unavailable. “It is, but I don’t see Batman.” She arched a brow. His smirk turned into a full-blown laugh, and

  • A Word of Praise   Fifty-Two

    Sales conventions were one of Kiara’s favorite kind of events. The organizers always had some sort of crazy briefing for her, that matched the company’s goal for the year. She often found herself having to portrait ‘double-digit growth’ or ‘increase market share’ in a three-minute silks routine. In sum, she was paid exorbitant amounts of money to perform whatever the hell she liked. It’s not as if the people who hired her would be able to tell if she explored the theme they gave her anyway. Even so, she liked to try to pass on the message. It was an artistic challenge, and more often than not, she ended up with a fast as hell routine and a smile plastered on her face.

  • A Word of Praise   Fifty-One

    Two months had come and gone, and Chris knew he was on the right track. He didn’t fail his promise to see her every Saturday, no matter how poorly it fit the rest of his commitments. The weekend after Christmas was particularly hard because he had to leave in the middle of the company’s Christmas party. It was worth it; he earned an eye-roll coated with an adorable attempt not to smile when he explained his delay. Every Saturday was the same, he’d get to her building, buzz her down, and they’d walk around the block talking and pampering Batman. He’d talk about work, and the restructuring of the company. She’d shoot sarcastic remarks about the

  • A Word of Praise   Fifty

    Kiara woke up Monday morning with the emotional hangover of the century. She was tired of not being able to do anything, so she decided to go to practice anyway, even with her hands out of commission. If she couldn’t do what she wanted in Chris’ department, she’d at least work her frustration out with a sick series of abs and legs. When she got to the studio, she ran into Michael’s glowing figure. Literally. The man was covered in glitter from head to toe, and it was fucking Monday.“What the hell did you do last night?” She asked in disbelief.

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