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
CLINT’s POVWhen I returned to the hospital, I was swarmed with work. My secretary had not informed me of my busy schedule, and I suffered dearly.I had cleared most of my schedule when I relaxed on the chair and slid my phone out of my pocket. Even though I had seen Keira a few hours ago, I still craved her presence. I knew it was selfish of me, but I wanted her to spend the night in my house, on my bed. I lazily tapped on my phone screen as I decided to call Keira, but my heart sank at what I saw when the screen came to life. There were approximately sixty-eight missed calls from one person. Keira.I frowned as I gazed at my screen. Why would Keira call so many times? Was everything okay? The last question hit me like a blow. She would not spam me with so many calls if everything was fine.Knowing Keira, something was definitely wrong. Whenever Keira was distressed, I was the first person she contacted. Anxiety struck me like an arrow, and fear dawned on me.Keira had called me so
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