KEIRA’s POVMy heart was thumping wildly as I took the steps back to my room.I can remember how anxious I had been to leave home. To be as far as I could be from every memory that haunted my dreams every night.Even though school was less than an hour away from here, I had been determined to leave home. But today, my room seemed like it could feel the way I was feeling.Like my life was falling apart all around me, and there was nothing, just nothing that I could do about it.I had gone from telling my therapist that I was sleeping with to play dirty against his ex-wife to realising that Matt was playing dirty on my dad too.It sucked to be on the other end of the table but at the very least, Marie deserved it. But there was no way in hell that my dad and I deserved to be played around by some guy like Matt.On the other hand, though, I was extremely curious to know just what the hold he had on dad was. How big could it be to have even Dad backing off with his hands raised?As I curl
CLINT’S POVAs I held an almost finished cigarette in between my fingers, I stared at the pictures of my ex spread out on my study desk. They were all pictures of her in different places, going about her daily activities.I had hired someone to investigate the whereabouts of my ex-wife. It was essential because I was trying to dig up and find some dirt on her. I hated how she had a chokehold on me, one I could not break free from. I needed leverage on her, and although it was not a decent way, it was the only way I could do it.I picked up a picture from my desk and stared at it. In the picture, my ex-wife was seen coming down from a car in front of a large law firm. I sighed as I gazed at her brown, curly hair and her chestnut eyes. I could not stop thinking about her. My ex-wife. Even though it had been years since we officially ended things, she was still always on my mind, like a parasite feeding on me and draining me out. I had completely forgotten about her years ago. I was ha
KEIRA’s POVGoing back to school after missing so many days meant a whole load of work waiting for me. I was not mentally prepared for it, yet I got ready that morning to leave for class. I wrapped up my hair in a bun as I stood in front of my mirror, giving my outfit a once over. It was modest and casual and I was satisfied with it. Even if I was not, I was late for school and could not afford to begin rummaging through my closet for another outfit. So I grabbed my car keys and walked out of the house. Papa's car was not in the driveway when I headed out. Where did he go that early? He was supposed to reduce work because of his health as per the doctor's advice. The man never listened. The journey from Papa's house to school was a bit longer in distance but I got there on time. I tried to get some schoolwork done to catch up with my schedule. It had been a week since I had missed school and I was behind on a lot of stuff. Assignments and projects were piled up waiting for me. I h
KEIRA’S POVThe day after the humiliating conversation with Professor Lewis was my therapy session with Clint. Professor Lewis' words rang in my head as I drove to the clinic. It was all I could think about and my mood had taken a turn since yesterday. Slut shaming me because I missed classes was taking it too far. What crawled up his ass and died? I bet he would not have spoken to me that way had I not opened my legs for him. It was my fault for jumping on every male I found attractive. But on the brighter side of it, Clint was going to cheer me up. He always knew the right things to say. I had no idea on how he did it. He just never failed to make me feel better.I liked how close we had gotten recently after he came clean about his ex wife. If he had done so earlier I would not have gotten the wrong idea and mistaken her for his girlfriend. There were no more secrets between us now. I preferred it this way. I pulled up in front of the clinic and stepped inside, flashing a quick
CLINT'S POV It was extremely hot that late afternoon as the city bustled with traffic and inaudible chatter outside the cafeteria. I could tell most people were already rounding off their day and prepping to enjoy the cosiness of their various homes as the weekend set in. And this particular cafeteria teemed with hungry souls who could not get over the exquisite meals and great customer service they provided, except me. I sat in a corner, my nerve on edge as I drew uneasy patterns on the manila envelope resting on the table. I perked up every time the door slid open, checking the customers to see if any one of them was the woman who pestered my life, only to slump back in my chair when it was not her. I sipped on my water and looked out the window, my mind wandering to how I had gotten here. Marie had called this afternoon to meet up again urgently, and I knew it was definitely to blackmail me again. Reason she chose a teeming restaurant in the heart of the city, to get people to
KEIRA'S POVI poked a fork into the plate of spaghetti and meatballs that sat in front of me. I was not exactly hungry, but it was time for dinner, and I had to eat something at least. I took out the frozen spaghetti from the refrigerator and placed it in the microwave.Now that the meal was sitting in front of me, I had no drive to shove it into my mouth. I let out a sigh and twirled the spaghetti around as my eyes wandered my kitchen until they stopped at the owl-shaped wall clock. From the ticking hands, I could see that it was a little past 7 pm. I was terribly bored and I had nothing to do and no one to talk to. Usually, during a Saturday night like this, I would be all dressed and on my way to a lively club to party, which usually ended up with me bringing a man home and having sex with him till dawn.But since I met Clint, the desire to be a party animal had died. And now I was left with nothing to do on a Saturday night. I groaned and placed down my fork as I felt a mix of em
Keira’s POVThe drive back home was serene. The silence that blanketed the car was a comfortable one, and I was not shy to bask in the wonderful feeling. The events of that evening came rushing back, filling me with warmth. I glanced at Clint's palm on my lap and then rested my eyes on his face. He seemed so at peace, strumming his fingers lightly on the steering wheel as he bobbed his head to the soft pop streaming through the speakers. I had never been happier. Clint turned away from the road to smile at me. I beamed back, grinning all the more when a naughty thought fleeted across my mind. I smirked at Clint who was switching his attention from me to the road and back to me. He gave me a questioning stare. "Are you good, Keira?" This was not safe, what I was about to do. But the thought of trying something that dangerously thrilled me. It caused my blood to sing. I slid the passenger seat back as far as it went and then reclined the seat as low as possible. Then I spread my le
Keira’s POVClint asked to take me to his house after our eventful date. I didn't mind spending more time with him, so I agreed with it instantly. Our conversation for the rest of the evening consisted of almost everything as we drove home. We ate, talked, and ordered dessert. It was fun, and by the end of the night, I might have developed a huge crush on Clint. He was the perfect gentleman, always making sure I was happy with everything we indulged in. He complimented me, held my hand, and none of it felt forced. We reached his house in minutes, and the both of us stepped inside. I felt his fingers stroke my skin through the thin material of the dress and I found myself pressing further into him. Then, he gave me a kiss on my cheek, and I almost melted into a puddle right there. It had been a while since I felt this way. "Today was amazing," I confessed, even if I had probably already said that a hundred times. Clint sent me a smile. "And what better way to end it than here in y
KEIRAWhy was this happening? Why was she here?I looked at Martha with wide eyes, and a surge of fear and anxiety washed over me. I had been worried that she might try to crash our wedding, and now that fear seemed to be coming true. But then I turned to Clint, seeking reassurance and answers in his eyes.He shot me a confident smile and whispered, "Don't worry my love, I've got this under control." His words eased some of the tension in my chest, and I knew I could trust him to handle the situation.Without missing a beat, Clint pulled out his phone and made a call. My heart raced as I wondered what he was doing, but I knew he had a plan.Within minutes, the atmosphere seemed to shift. Police officers appeared, surrounding the area discreetly. My eyes widened in surprise, my eyes darting from one patrol car to the other.As Martha continued to stand there, looking stunned by the sudden turn of events, Clint stepped forward with a determined expression."Martha," he said firmly, "I k
KEIRA As I stood in the dressing room, gazing at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and anticipation. Today was the day I had been waiting for, the day I would marry Keira and officially make her mine.I adjusted the lapels of my navy blue suit, feeling the smooth fabric against my fingertips. The tailored cut hugged my frame perfectly, giving me a sense of confidence and elegance. The crisp white shirt peeking out from under the suit jacket added a touch of classic charm.I ran a hand through my hair, making sure it was perfectly styled. I wanted to look my best for Keira, to show her just how much she meant to me.As I looked at myself in the mirror, my thoughts drifted to Keira. I pictured her in the stunning wedding gown she had chosen, looking radiant and breathtaking. The image of her smiling at me, her eyes filled with love and happiness, made my heart skip a beat.I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. As I sto
KEIRAMy eyes fluttered open as I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder. To my surprise, I found Clint standing there, his eyes filled with warmth and a wide smile gracing his lips. I couldn't help but mirror his smile, feeling a sense of comfort and joy at the sight of him."Good morning," he said softly, his voice carrying an air of excitement and anticipation. "Come with me, I have a surprise for you."Still half awake, I couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Why are you waking me up like this?" I mean, waking up to him was good, but I felt like I still needed some extra hours in bed.He shook his head, his smile never faltering. "Nothing's wrong, I promise. Just trust me and come with me."I cocked my eyebrow at him, curious, but skeptical about what was making him so giddy.Without warning, Clint took my hand in his and pulled me out of the bed."Hey, slow down," I giggled as he pulled me all the way out of the room.He led me down the stairs, and as soon as I stepped into the livi
CLINTI went owl-eyed as I stared at Martha, who gave me an unreadable look. As I looked at her, a mixture of anger and frustration surged within me. I couldn't believe she had followed me to the shop, invading the private and joyful moment I had been savouring.Or maybe I was starting to get used to this, Martha and showing up to ruin things as though she hadn't ruined enough things for me already. After ruining more than five years of my life, I was more than certain that she was sent straight from Hades to steal any chance of happiness that I could get. It's not like I was going to let her, though.I watched as her eyes trailed to the bag in my hand, and before I could react, she spoke with a bitter tone, "So, you came here to shop for a ring. I guess you're serious about getting married to that woman."I gritted my teeth to maintain my composure, but her words stung like a sharp knife. "Martha, this is none of your business," I said firmly, my voice laced with irritation. She di
CLINTI slowly reached out, holding the pregnancy test in my hands. The word "positive" was displayed clearly before my eyes, and I was struck with a mix of emotions that left me stunned. I blinked, trying to process the reality of what I was seeing. A surge of happiness bubbled up inside me, intertwined with a sense of uncertainty.My heart raced, and my mind raced even faster. The thought of Keira, the woman I loved, carrying our child was both thrilling and overwhelming. We had talked about a future together, but this was a new level of commitment and responsibility, and it left me feeling a bit unsteady.As I stood in the bathroom, I realised that the entire trajectory of our lives had shifted in an instant. Parenthood was a journey I hadn't been prepared for, but seeing the positive result brought an unexpected joy that I couldn't ignore.There was a certain glow of happiness that spread through me. Yet, at the same time, a question echoed in my mind – were we truly ready for thi
KEIRA As I slowly opened my eyes, a wave of pain washed over me, centred in my head. My vision was hazy, but as it cleared, I realised I was back in the beach house, lying in a bed. Memories of last night began to flood back, and I winced as I recalled the intensity of the dancing and laughter, followed by my sudden sickness.My head throbbed relentlessly, and I tried to sit up, only to be met with a rush of dizziness. My body felt weak and unsteady like it had never before. Nausea twisted in the pit of my stomach, threatening to overwhelm me.For a moment, I lay still, taking deep breaths, trying to steady myself. The events of last night seemed like a whirlwind, and I couldn't quite grasp what had caused me to feel this way. My hand instinctively reached for my forehead, feeling the clamminess of my skin.I closed my eyes, trying to regain my composure. "What is happening to me?" I murmured to myself, my voice weak.My head still ached as I grabbed my phone, deciding to look up m
CLINTEven though I had been able to give Keira three orgasms from when we left the restaurant, I knew that we still had to talk, and the look on my little girl's face was the only confirmation that I needed. Damn Martha. The dimly lit bar provided a somber backdrop to the tension that hung between us. As we sipped our wine in silence, the weight of unspoken words weighed heavily on my heart. It was Keira who broke the stillness, her voice soft and hesitant."What's going on, Clint?" she asked, her eyes searching mine for answers.I took a deep breath, knowing I couldn't keep the truth from her any longer. "Martha has been sending me texts," I admitted, my voice tinged with discomfort. "She said she missed me and wanted to talk."If I had my way, I would keep it from Keira so that she would not have to worry about something as trivial as Martha's annoying feelings. But since it had come to this, there was no hiding anything again. Without a word, I pulled out my phone and showed he
KEIRA"I should not be doing this," I mumbled to myself as I got out of the cab and then covered the remaining distance by foot. My heart pounded in my chest as I stood outside, pacing anxiously around Clint's car. His abrupt departure from the house had taken me by surprise, and something inside me urged me to follow him. I was tired of him hiding things from me, tired of feeling left in the dark. Especially when it felt like something that would affect both of us. Instinct took over, and without a second thought, I walked towards the restaurant he had driven to. Through the glass window, I saw him seated with a woman, her face all too familiar – his ex-wife, Martha, nothing prepared me for this and the sight hit me like a dagger to the heart. My heart clenched tightly and I took a deep breath to relieve the pain that was slamming at me from every part of my body. Was Martha the reason why he had been acting all weird? What was going on between them? I watched as they converse
CLINTI stood in the dimly lit room, my phone held tightly in my hands, my gaze fixed on the screen for what seemed like an eternity. Keira's voice interrupted my trance, pulling me back to the present."Clint, what's the problem? You've been staring at your phone for a while now."I blinked, trying to compose myself, but my mind was already racing. "I... I'll be back," I replied, my voice hurried and distracted. Without giving her a chance to respond, I abruptly left the room, a sense of urgency propelling me forward.Frantically, I grabbed my coat from the hanger and fumbled for my car keys. I needed to move, to do something, anything, to find the answers that eluded me. The weight of the unknown burdened my thoughts, and I couldn't ignore the gnawing feeling that something was going to go wrong.As I rushed to my car, my heart pounded in my chest, matching the rhythm of my hurried footsteps."Clint!" I heard Keira call out my name. The worry and panic in her voice were impossible t