KEIRA’s POVI lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling with my phone clutched in my good hand. I took a deep breath and hit the call button, praying that Clint would answer. After a few rings, he picked up."Hey, Keira," Clint's smooth voice came through the line, and I felt my heart rate slow a little. "What's up?"I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. "Clint, there was an accident. I was in a car with Natasha and lost control of the steering. I do not know how, but I could not control the car again, and because of that, we hit a pole on the side of the road.""What? Are you okay?" Clint's voice was concerned, and I could hear him rustling around, probably looking for his keys."I am okay, but my arm is messed up. I think I broke it." I winced as I moved my arm slightly, feeling the pain shoot through it."I'm coming over," Clint said firmly. "I need to check on you and ensure you are doing okay. Where are you?""I am home. Natasha is too.""Okay, I am on my way now."I hung up, f
KEIRAA sense of comfort washed over me when I stepped into Clint's living room. I no longer felt scared or worried that someone was watching my every move. Clint led me to his sofa and made me settle down on it."Have you had dinner?"I shook my head and frowned when I recalled the dinner plans Natasha and I had. Clint kissed my forehead softly and smiled at me. "I will order us some pizza. What would you like?"I shrugged. "As long as there is no pineapple on top."Clint nodded and pulled out his phone. While he ordered the pizza, my eyes drifted away from him and towards the unlit fireplace. A sense of guilt began to prick my heart. What if leaving Natasha alone in that apartment was not a good idea? What if Calvin gets to her and uses her as a hostage to threaten me?My heart sank at these scenarios I played out in my head. No matter how much I tried, I wanted to stop thinking about all of this, even if it was for a second. Still, my mind said otherwise. Instances played in my he
KEIRA’s POVI woke up to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon. I slowly stretched my good arm and realized I was in Clint's cozy king-sized bed. It wasn't the first time I stayed over, but it still felt like home. I smiled as I recalled last night's pillow talk and his soft kisses on my neck.The birds chirping and the curtain fluttering as the wind passed filled me with calmness. I turned to my side, hoping to be face-to-face with Clint, but to my disappointment, the other side of the bed was empty. I frowned and cocked an eyebrow.Where did Clint go?I carefully got up from the bed and wrapped myself in Clint's shirt, which was too big for me but comfortable nonetheless. I winced as my injured arm reminded me of the accident from yesterday. The injury was a nuisance, but I was glad it was not fatal.I stretched out my right hand and groaned at the slight pain that ran through it. I could tell that the arm was healing because the pain had subsided to an extent. I mu
KEIRA’s POVI sat down at the small table in the restaurant's corner, relieved to have a break from my hectic college schedule. Across from me was Natasha, who was grinning as she scanned the menu."I think I am gonna go for the burger," she said, pointing to the menu. "What about you, Keira?""I think I will go for the salad," I said, glancing at the menu."How are classes going for you? I heard the business department has been having it hard lately," Natasha giggled.I rolled my eyes. "Ugh, do not even get me started. My finance classes are killing me. How about you? How are your acting classes going?"I noticed the way Natasha's eyes beamed at my question. Natasha has always dreamt of acting. Hence her aversion to taking up acting classes in college. I admired her for that because standing on a stage or in front of a camera to play a role was something I could not do, even if I took years to learn."They are going really well. I have been learning so much, and my professor thinks I
KEIRA's POVI was sitting in the back of the taxi, feeling the familiar jolt of anxiety as the driver weaved through the city's busy streets. I had never been this anxious to see my father. The thought of confronting him about the text message I had received from my wicked stepbrother was making my nerves jangle.As the taxi pulled up outside my father's office building, I took a deep breath and stepped out, my eyes never leaving the imposing building in front of me. The building had an impressive glass and steel structure with sharp lines and shiny surfaces. I entered the lobby and was greeted by a spacious interior with gleaming marble floors and towering pillars.Making my way over to the reception desk, I tried to put on a brave face, but my nerves were getting the best of me. The receptionist was new. She was a haughty-looking woman with a sharp bob and a frosty expression. I cleared my throat and spoke, "Excuse me, I am here to see Mr. Temple."The woman looked me up and down, h
KEIRA’s POVThe stifling silence surrounding my dad's office made it hard for me to breathe. My heart thumped in my chest, anticipating what he would say. My anticipation was also mixed with fear. What exactly was it that Calvin wanted?My father sighed heavily and leaned back in his chair. "Calvin wants the company, Keira. He is not even asking for a share. He wants the whole thing," he said. "He believes he is entitled to it because he is my son."I frowned. "But I thought you owned the company outright."My father nodded. "I do. But Calvin thinks he is to inherit every single piece of it.""Why?" I asked, feeling confused."Because he is my son," my father said. "And he thinks he is entitled to everything I have."I shook my head in disbelief. "That is not fair.""No, it is not," my father agreed. "But there is more to it than that. I am getting old, Keira. The investors in the company are starting to ask who my successor will be. They want to know who will take over when I retire.
KEIRA’s POV "I'll drive Papa," I suggested as we walked down the driveway.Papa was about to protest, but he shrugged and rummaged into his pocket for his keys."Alright,"I stepped towards the car door and tried to pull the door open, but it refused to budge."Oh, the car doors are locked. Let me," Papa offered and walked over to where I stood.He stood beside me, his arms brushing against my injured arm through the wooly sweater. I winced and jolted back in pain. Papa turned to me, his eyes filled with shock."What happened?" He questioned."Oh, i-it is nothing," I stuttered."Are you sure?"I nodded, and thankfully, he did not press further.As I settled in the driver's seat of Papa's car, my heart still thumped in my chest as I waited for him to sit beside me. I sighed as I pulled out of the driveway and onto the main road, with Papa sitting quietly beside me. He looked so frail and sickly, and I was glad he had finally agreed to go for a full-body check-up after much persuasion.
CLINT’s POVI sat at my desk, my mind preoccupied with thoughts of Keira. She had been going through a rough time lately with all the threats her stepbrother, Calvin, had sent her way. He tried to scare and intimidate her, but his motive was unclear. His tactics were clearly working, as Keira was always anxious and stressed out, and by God, I hated seeing her like this.What could I do to help her? As her therapist, I could ease her stress but not remove it altogether. I wished that I could shoulder all the burden she was carrying on her shoulders.I picked up the freshly brewed cup of coffee from my desk and took a sip, my mind delving deeper into my thoughts.My receiver rang, interrupting my reverie as I was lost in thought.I pressed the button, and a feminine voice came from the speakers."Mr. Homer, Mr. Murray is here to see you. Do I let him in?"My mind and time had been fully occupied with Keira that I had forgotten the meeting I had scheduled with James. I let out an exasper