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
KEIRA’s POV"Would you like tea? Or coffee?"Clint asked from his kitchen.I shook my head at him and wrapped the blanket tighter than ever. I was seated on Clint's comfy sofa, my knees raised to my chest. Clint had picked me out of my room and taken me to his place after he discerned that it was unsafe for me to be there.I could still remember vividly how everything played out. I could faintly recall crying myself to sleep, like a baby, when I saw that Clint was not answering my calls.When I heard his voice calling out my name, I thought I was in a lucid dream, and because of how desperately I wanted him, I imagined he was here. But when I looked up and saw his face, I knew it was not some lucid dream.It was as clear as day. Clint was right there, in front of me. At that moment, he looked like an angel, shining brightly as he came to my rescue. When he wrapped his hands around me, I felt myself relax. Clint really was the only emotional support I had.I rubbed my puffy eyes and sun
KEIRA"And these are the charts for the last financial predictions made by..."I sat in my business class, trying to focus on what the professor was saying. Still, my mind kept reverting to the threats my stepbrother had sent me. The last text message, in particular, stood out. It made me feel vulnerable and scared, but Clint reassured me, and since James was on the case, it offered me a bit of relief. But something else probed my mind. It was Natasha.We had left the apartment without saying a word to each other, but the pang in my chest was enough proof that we needed to sort things out as soon as possible.As the professor discussed financial statements and analysis, I felt further away from the present. I could not shake the feeling that someone was watching me, and I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me.My mind doubled back to the breathing exercises Clint had taught me. As I sat in my chair, I breathed in and out silently. It was the only thing I could do to stop myself from ha
KEIRA’s POVI sat in my car, exhausted after a long day at school, waiting for Natasha to join me. After we made up, Natasha still had a class to attend, so I decided to wait for her.We had decided to go out for dinner together. It was the perfect way for us to bond and catch up. I was craving some Chinese while Natasha wanted to try out a new sushi place she had heard about."Hey, Keira! So sorry I am late. I had to finish some work with a professor in my department," Natasha said, sliding into the passenger seat beside me."No worries, let us get going!" I replied, revving the engine and driving out of the school parking lot.We chatted about our day, discussing the projects each of us had been given in our classes. Natasha giggled as I described how boring my last lecture was. She told me everyone in her class dozed off to Mrs. Carter's teaching.I chuckled lightly. My heart filled with warmth. When was the last time I talked to a friend like this? I just realized how much I misse