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
CLINT’s POVI struggled to digest the words Keira had spilt to my face. I gazed at her for seconds and minutes as I desperately tried to grasp this new information that had been poured out to me. It felt like I had been slapped right in the face, and there was no way for me to recover."What the hell did you just say? You want to get a private investigator?"Keira picked up her glass filled with wine and took a sip out of it while maintaining fierce eye contact with me."It is just as I said. Why are you getting so worked up about it?" She asked in a very nonchalant manner.I gazed at her in disbelief. How could she say it with so much apathy? Did she understand what it meant to get a private investigator? It meant that whatever it was, it was definitely serious.I circled my fingers at the top of the wine glass and let out a sigh through my nostrils. A lot of things were not adding up. It felt like I was left in the dark, unable to understand or know what was going on in her life.Th
KEIRA’s POVClint and I stayed in each other's arms for a while until he finally pulled away from me. He looked at me and uttered a sigh."I know finding a private investigator will be hard for you, so let me do that for you instead."I went owl-eyed at him."But you do not have to do that. I can find one myself, Clint," I tried to convince him.Clint shook his head. He seemed adamant about his decision."Let me do this one thing for you, Keira, please,"I bit my inner lips and exhaled."Of course, thank you," I replied, feeling a weight on my shoulder lift.My chest felt relatively light, and that gave me a sense of joy. I looked at Clint and noticed he had this glint in his eyes, and it caused me to raise an eyebrow. Why did he have that look in his eyes?"This conversation kind of put a damper on the mood. We are here to celebrate, and why don't we commemorate that by seeing a movie right now?"My eyes beamed at the sound of his suggestion. It was a really good idea, and I was inc
KEIRA’s POVI stared at my digital clock, which was propped on my bedside table, with a cup of hot, steaming coffee in my hands. I took a sip from the cup, feeling the bitter yet sweet taste of the coffee lingering on my tongue.The time on the clock read 6:12 am. I was never up this early, considering that Clint had dropped me back so late. I did not want Papa to know about us just yet, so I asked that he drop me off at the apartment I shared with Natasha instead. Normally, it would have been impossible for me to be up so early in the morning, but today was important. Brendon was leaving the town today for his exchange program. When I heard the news, I was greatly disheartened. Brandon was one of my best friends, my lover one time, and we hung out every time we could.The fact that I would not be able to see him for a while was heartbreaking. Seeing as this would be the last time I would see him in a long while, I offered to drive him to the airport. Natasha had agreed to come with
KEIRA’s POVThere was no mistaking it. I was absolutely positive about it. Natasha had feelings for Brandon. And not just feelings of friendship, but something deeper, a romantic feeling for him.I stood, frozen, as I pieced the puzzle in my mind. How had I not noticed it all this while? Natasha had been so good at hiding it. They always argued and hardly got along, except when they insisted I got a therapist for my condition. But it was not hard to miss. That weird look on her face whenever I mentioned Brendon, the wistful look in her eyes at his departure. She was feeling way more sad than I was about this.And the moment that took the cake was when Brendon touched my hair, I could see the way Natasha went grim immediately. I scoffed to myself. How had I been so dense and oblivious to something that was as plain as day?I looked back, my eyes searching for Brendon, only to find he was gone. I breathed a sigh of relief, but my new discovery still lingered in my mind. "Hey! Keira! W
KEIRA’s POV"Here is your latte, ma'am," the bubbly waiter with curly red hair said as she settled a tray in front of me.I gazed at the cup of coffee and the slice of carrot cake beside it. I thanked her, and she walked away with the empty tray in hand. My eyes trailed back to the coffee, and I sighed.After dropping Natasha off, going back home did not seem right at all. I had to stop by a cafe nearby my apartment and sort out my thoughts. I picked up the cup of coffee and took a sip.My mind was blank, and I could not think of anything. I picked up the small fork and took a bite out of the carrot cake. The cake tasted good, but somehow it had a bland taste on my tongue. I could not seem to enjoy it no matter how many bites I took. The whole conversation I had with Natasha played in my mind like a broken record. I could still vividly remember her face and how she had reacted to my accusations.The way she sparked and yelled at me rang through my mind. I could not stop replaying the