KEIRA’s POV I sat in the back seat of the car with Natasha by my side. We had been driving for a while now, but there was an awkward and uncomfortable silence between us. I had opened up to Natasha earlier about everything. How Calvin had killed my mother and brother and how he had raped me. Natasha did not say a way but listened attentively with a blank look on her face. I could tell that she was having a hard time processing everything.Natasha was unusually quiet, and I did not know how to interact with her. It was as if she was afraid to say the wrong thing and upset me further. I appreciated her concern, but I just needed her to say something to me.I needed to know what she thought about me now. As we continued to drive, Sarah broke the silence, "Where are we headed today, Miss Keira?" she asked, looking at me through the rearview mirror.I took a deep breath before replying, "Could you take us back to our apartment, Sarah?""Sure thing," she said, turning her attention bac
KEIRA’s POV I stood frozen, staring at the television in Clint's living room. A news reporter was on, and next to her was a picture of Clint in a professional suit, smiling."Clint Homer, age 34, a therapist, was seen with a college student being intimate," the reporter said, her voice ringing through the room. I could feel my heart pounding as I saw a picture of us appear on the screen. "The woman beside him is a 22-year-old college student, the daughter of Kane Temple, the CEO of multimillionaire company Temple and Temple Enterprise."I was petrified as I kept my gaze on the picture of Clint and me, the one Calvin had shown me. Why had he released them? He told me I had one week to decide, and I still had two days left. Why?!I could feel my world crumbling, but I was more concerned about Clint."Sources say that Clint Homer is in a very intimate relationship with Keira Temple, even though she is his client, and the huge age gap between the pair," the news reporter went on.I felt
CLINT’s POVAs I sat behind the wheel of my car, my palms slick with sweat and my heart beating erratically, I could not help but feel like I was driving to my doom. As I sped down the road, the streetlights flashed past me in a blur, heading towards Kane's company. The moment I saw his name on my phone screen, I could see my world crumbling right before my eyes. I can still remember vividly the shock I felt when I stopped on channel seven, the news channel. I was not the type to pay attention to the news diligently, but when I heard my name and saw the picture of me on the TV screen, I was unable to move.I was frozen in that spot instantly, my mind struggling to comprehend what the news reporter was saying. It was not until Keira ran up to me that I finally broke free from my trance.My hands tightened around the steering wheel as I turned onto the street where the company was located. I could see the building looming, and my nerves were getting the best of me. I took a deep breath
KEIRA’s POVI did not know why, but it felt like I had nowhere to go. I could not return to my apartment because I was scared of what Natasha might think of me now. I was also afraid to go back to Papa's house. I did not want to see how disappointed he was in me.That scared me the most.I continued wandering down the streets, lost in my thoughts. I felt helpless and powerless, and it was all my fault. If only I had not allowed my addiction to get the best of me, if only I had not fallen in love with Clint, none of this would have happened. Calvin would not have released those photos, and Clint would not be in this mess.Walking, I found myself at a park and sat on a bench. I looked around at the trees and the people passing by, but my mind was elsewhere. I had no idea what to do next, and the weight of the situation was crushing me.I blamed myself for everything that had happened. I had put Clint in a difficult position and had no idea how to get him out. I wished I could go back an
KEIRA’s POV The moment I stepped into the living room, I could feel the tension. Papa was seated on the sofa, his eyes already on me. From his expression, I could tell that he was not pleased. I exhaled, calming my racing heart, and walked over to the opposite sofa, plopping down on it.Papa sighed, and I saw his expression slowly change to hurt and sadness."Ever since your mother died, I felt like I needed to try my best and raise you properly, but I guess I didn't do a good job."My heart sank at his words. "It is not your fault Papa."He looked at me, and I flinched at his harsh gaze."Then tell me why you chose to go out with an older man who is also your therapist?" Papa asked, the volume of his voice rising."Because I love him, Papa.""That is nonsense! How can you love a man way older than you!" He yelled, startling me. This was the first time I had seen Papa so mad, which scared me.Papa clasped his hands together, exhaling as he kept his gaze on me."It seems like you do
KEIRA’s POVI waited, listening to my father's footsteps as he trudged up the stairs. After a few minutes, I heard the door to his room slam shut. That was my cue. I tiptoed to the front door, grabbing my jacket and purse.I rushed out of the house, running out of the gate like a maniac without looking back. I wanted to see Clint and know how he was holding up. As I ran down the street, I felt a drop of water hit my cheek, and before I could react, rain began to pour down heavily."Shit," I cursed and hailed a taxi.A taxi stopped, and I hopped in immediately. "MarygrooveStreet, hurry up."The driver nodded and began driving down the road. I felt anxiety buildup in my chest. I was eager to see Clint, but this fear also came with it. After seeing the news, I did not have enough time to talk to Clint, seeing that he left the house shocked.How would he react now that the reality had slowly sunk in?I swallowed a lump and exhaled to calm myself. Everything was going to be okay.The driv
CLINT’s POV I slumped onto the barstool, my back hunched over, and my head hung low. My hands shook slightly as I picked up the wine glass, the deep red liquid sloshing around inside. I brought the glass to my lips and chugged the wine down, hoping the alcohol would take away the crushing weight of my depression.As the alcohol burned down my throat, I could not help but repeatedly replay the conversation with Keira. I knew it would be difficult, but I never expected it to be this bad. The pain in her eyes as she cried, the hurt and betrayal she must have felt, made me feel sick.I took another sip of the wine, letting the flavors wash over my tongue, trying to numb my pain. But it was useless; the sadness and guilt were still there, festering inside me like a disease. I had hurt Keira, the one person I loved the most in the world, and it tore me apart.The situation was taking a toll on me mentally, the weight of it all bearing down on me like a ton of bricks. Losing my seat as a bo
KEIRA’s POVI sat in my seat, my mind wandering aimlessly as I stared at the empty podium at the front of the classroom. The room was filled with a cacophony of sounds, the chatter and laughter of my classmates bouncing off the walls. It was unusual for the professor to be late, but no one seemed to care. My thoughts turned to Clint and the words he had spoken me the night before. "We can't see each other anymore, Keira. It is over." The memory was like a knife pierced into my chest, and tears prickled at the corners of my eyes. I missed him so much, and the thought of never being able to see him again made me feel like I was drowning in a sea of sadness.As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, I became aware of the people around me whispering and glancing in my direction. Their expressions had turned cautious, and it made me feel so uncomfortable. I knew they were looking at me because of the picture that Calvin had released. The picture of Clint and me on the news, the picture that ha