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
KEIRA’s POVMy heart was thumping loudly in my chest as I kept my eyes on my phone screen. I read the message over and over again. I was in utter disbelief. I read the message again, and this time, out loud for more clarity."Did you miss me, my dear little sister?"Reading it out loud made it seem more real, and it frightened me even more. My eyes trailed to the sender, but it was an unknown number. My arms began to tremble. This was, no doubt, my stepbrother. How did he find me? And if he knew where I was, then this changed a lot of things.My lips quivered as thoughts rushed through my mind. Where was he? How had he found my phone number? And if he had my phone number, then he must have my address too. All the blood on my face drained, and I went pale.This was unlike anything that had ever happened to me. I was lost, unable to come up with a solution for this problem. My eyes trailed to the message again. The more I read it, the more anxiety grew within me, and the more my body tr
KEIRA’s POVI rose up from the floor and bolted back into my car. I fumbled around for my phone and quickly grabbed it. With shaky fingers, I dialled Clint's phone number and impatiently waited for it to ring as I placed it on my ear."Pick up, please," I muttered as I bit into my fingernails.I heard a click, and my heart skipped a bit."Keira? It is rare for you to call me by this time. What's up? Is everything o-""Clint!" I yelled without giving him space to talk. "I-I do not know what to do. I need help. He knows where I am," I blurted out in a frantic state.I gripped my head as my breathing grew heavier."Keira? Is everything okay? Can you calm down and tell me what happened?" Clint sounded very worried, but my mind was a whirlpool of anxiety and fear."I..." I trailed off."Keira? Do you want me to come over and-""Can I come see you right now?" I cut in.The phone went quiet for a few seconds before Clint finally spoke up."You want to see me right now? I am not home at the m
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