KEIRA’s POVI inserted the key into the hole, and the door to my apartment clicked open. The door swung open with its characteristics creaking noise. I stepped into the passageway, a bit cautiously, for no reason.Maybe it was because I had arrived a bit early. It was a little after 5 am, and I did not want to wake Natasha, who treasured her beauty sleep with a passion.I did not have to leave Clint's house so early, but after my dad told me he was coming to pick me up early to see the therapist, I knew I had to leave on time, even though it hurt that I would not be spending the morning, tangled up in bed with Clint.A sigh escaped my nostrils as I trudged down the passageway and into the living room. My eyes wandered to the noticeable piles of books on the table beside the couch.I walked over to it and I went grim. These were Natasha's textbooks. She must have been up all night reading. Things with Natasha were not getting better and it was also one of the reasons I spent my time at
KEIRA’s POVI was frozen in my seat, dumbfounded at the building my eyes were fixed on. Was I seeing this? Or was it all a mirage? I was in doubt.This building was where Clint's office resided. What were we doing here? My head snapped back to my dad immediately."Papa, what are we doing here?" I inquired."Well, this is where you'll meet your new therapist," he replied, turning the car off.He exited the car first, but I was still glued to my seat. My legs seemed to have gone numb underneath me. Why had the father chosen this particular therapist's office? Did he and Clint talk about anything? Did Papa know? I swallowed hard to lubricate my dried throat."Keira? What are you doing? Get down from the car." I blinked and turned to see Papa already out of the car. I quickly slung my bag over my shoulder and got out. I slung the bag over my shoulder and met my dad.We began to walk towards the building, and hope sparked in my heart. What if the therapist was Clint? I chuckled softly at
KEIRA’s POV"Well then, let us start our session since you are here already," Clint said as he folded his arms.I blinked at him. "Right now? But today is not even a day for our sessions.""Your father wants me to start today so that we can push aside that fact."I nodded. Clint adjusted his tie and sat up straight in his chair. I watched him pull out his usual yellow legal pad. Clint gestured for me to leave the chair, and I did.I walked over to a plush armchair and sat in it, my hands folded tightly in my lap. Clint positioned himself on a chair beside me. The room was calm and serene, but I was nervous, anxious, and scared, which was weird because this was not my first session with Clint.But each time we had a session, I was clouded with a heavy nervousness."You need to relax, Keira. You are very tense," he chuckled.Hearing Clint's voice soothed my anxious heart, and I could feel myself relaxing.I turned to Clint, and he shot me a bright smile. I could feel the tension in my s
KEIRA’s POVThe knock came again, and I began to curse harshly under my breath. Whoever was behind that door had ruined the perfect moment for me. I was close to having Clint in my grasp and between my aching legs.Clint let out a sigh and looked at his wristwatch."I do not have an appointment; who could that be?" Clint muttered under his breath."Mr. Homer? You have a guest," his secretary piped from behind the door."Guest? Does he have an appointment?" Clint asked, a hint of irritation in his voice. "No sir, but he said it is quite urgent.""Urgent? I am busy right now; tell him to fix an appointment if he wants to see me.""He says his name is James Murray."Clint's eyes went wide, and so did mine. We both shared a look, and Clint cleared his throat, "Let him in."The door swung open, and James walked in. His sturdy look had stayed the same since I last saw him. He greeted me with a slight nod, and Clint extended his hand for a shake."It is good to see you again, Mr. Murray," C
KEIRA’s POVAs I nervously fidgeted with the hem of my skirt, Clint held my hand reassuringly as we walked out of his office. He led me to the car, and we both slid in."Relax, Keira. This lunch date is all about you," he said with a warm smile and kissed my forehead.Clint's reassuring smile and how he treated me was enough to ease my anxiety and fear, even if it was just a bit. He was thinking about me so much, and it warmed my heart. It was sweet of him to think of me like that.Clint started the car, and we went to the restaurant. It was a restaurant I had never heard of before, but Clint confidently boasted about their food.As we drove to the restaurant, I could not help but feel on edge. Knowing that Calvin was in this town made the hairs at the back of my neck stand erect. Where in town could he possibly be? Am I currently being watched? Was he following me? Did he know where I lived? Or where my dad lived?The questions only seemed to heighten my anxiety.I looked at Clint an
KEIRA’s POVThe one thing I had never imagined I would be doing was begging for sex in a restaurant toilet stall. This was unlike me, but my body refused to listen to reason. I had been riled up and needed to be satiated. There was no way I could wait until we eventually left the restaurant.My hands were planted firmly on his chest, and as I slid them downwards, I could feel him flinch from my touch."Clint," I whispered his name.He twitched, and his reaction excited me greatly. I knew what he liked. I knew he got riled up whenever I said his name. I was fully aware of how much I drove him wild. But the same could be said for me. His gaze alone was enough to send me to my knees.My hands brushed against his belt and slid down until I could feel the swollen part of his pants. He was hard.I went down on him immediately. "Keira, do you really want to do this here?" Clint asked as his hands grazed my hair.I looked up at him, and his gaze made me shudder. His eyes were drooped and fi
KEIRA’s POVI walked through the front door of my apartment the moment Clint dropped me off. I was apprehensive about going in, knowing Natasha would be home by now. But what could I do? I needed to face her and work things out once and for all.As soon as I stepped in, I could feel the tension in the air. The atmosphere was thick with hostility, and I knew something was wrong. I took off my coat and walked into the living slowly like I was sneaking up on someone. As soon as I was in, my eyes instantly caught Natasha sitting on the sofa.Well, here goes nothing, I thought.I tried to approach Natasha, who was sitting on the couch with a book on her lap and a cup of tea in her hands."Hey, Tash. Can we talk about what happened earlier?" I asked, trying to keep my tone calm and steady. Natasha did not answer me. She just glared at me with pure contempt, and I could feel the hurt and sadness building inside me. I did not want to fight with my best friend, but I knew that I had to try a
KEIRA’s POVI wished it was not real. Somewhere, at the back of my mind, I hoped that this photo I was staring at was completely fake and a prank to scare me. I desperately wished for that. But I was very well aware of the reality. The photo was real.My hands trembled as I stared at the phone, owl-eyed, in shock and disbelief. My eyes trailed to the number that had sent me the photo. It was an unknown number, and I could not trace back to it or even text a reply.I stared at the photo, trying to make out the contents.The photo was taken from a distance, but it was still clear enough to reveal my features. I wore my favorite blue hoodie, a checkered skirt, and black leggings. My hair was tied up in a messy bun, and I had a large tote bag slung over my shoulder. This was the outfit I had worn to Clint's office today. There was no mistaking it. In the background, I could see the entrance to my apartment building. The time stamp on the photo showed that it was taken just a few hours ag