Kiara’s phone buzzed, and the display lit up with a notification. She dropped the sweater she was busy knitting and picked her phone up, scrolling through the notifications. It was a message from… she wasn’t so sure.Her brows furrowed as she scrolled past her message app, tapping her password in.Hey, it’s Marissa. Can we talk?Kiara’s eyes skimmed over the message as her heart thumped in her chest. The last time Marissa’s name was brought up in a conversation, Luca flipped out and told her to never interact with her again.Kiara ran her hand through her wavy hair, taking a deep breath. Her thumbs hovered over her keyboard, ready to type out a befitting reply, but she decided not to and put the phone back down on the table.She picked up the sweater and continued knitting from where she stopped. It was for Clara, who was still in the hospital regaining her strength, and Kiara wanted to give her a little gift to make her feel better. The knitting needles clinked against each other, cr
Luca paced around the room silently. It was midnight and, as usual, he was on a phone call. He kept an eye on the bed, wary of Kiara’s movement. Kiara tossed and turned in bed, as drool dribbled down her chin.She wiped her mouth, smacking her lips quietly as she turned to cuddle into Luca’s body. There was only one problem: he wasn’t there. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, but her vision was blurry and dim from the dark room. She could make out Luca standing next to the window with a phone pressed to his ear. Instead of asking him why he wasn’t in bed like she had initially planned, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to listen in on the conversation.“There has to be some sort of leverage…” He spoke into the phone in a hushed tone. “No, no… Damian…”Those were the few words that she could make out, other than that she couldn’t hear anything. Her breathing began ragged as soon as she heard her father’s name mentioned. She sat up slowly, resting her back against the bed’s headrest. “S
Kiara stared at her father, her hand still resting on the doorknob. "Dad?" She frowned, unable to believe that it was really him."Yes, sweetheart?" He gave a little smile, pocketing his hands in his dark blue suit pants."What are you doing here?" she asked, still stunned by her father's appearance. Last, she recalled, he told her he'd be gone for three days, but it had only been two."Oh, well, the hospital tried to reach you, but they said they couldn't." He scratched his head. "So, they phoned me as a reference and updated me on Clara's health condition."Kiara moved closer, the rustle of the bags being the loudest sound in the room. "Oh, so how is she?" Kiara looked down at Clara on the hospital bed. Her lips were cracked, and her skin was becoming pale, though not much of a difference from the first time she was admitted to the hospital."Clara? How do you feel, sweetie?" Kiara asked, lightly sweeping her hair away from her eyes."I'm okay..." Clara croaked, with barely enough s
“They were just so adorable, and seeing the smiles on all their faces made me so happy, Dad.” Kiara rambled on about her previous expedition for a charity project. She was extremely passionate about helping the less privileged. The kids in the Caribbean, particularly Jamaica, didn’t have access to any water, so she and her team stayed there for a couple of weeks, making boreholes, wells, and taps for them. Of course, she was a Lux, but she didn’t misuse her power, or take it for granted. Instead, she put it towards helping others who were in need, endangered, or living in not-so-safe homes. It had become a part of her, one that she could never take away.She pointed at her phone smiling, “Look at them!” Her father, Damian Lux, watched the video to the end, feeling very proud of his one and only daughter. “And there was this lovely little girl too, she was so intelligent and beautiful, I couldn’t help but admire how strong and resilient she was.”“She told me she would go to the river
“Mr. Campbell?” Kiara exclaimed in surprise, “Oh my goodness, you’re here! What for?” She asked as she led him to the couch. He was the last person she was expecting to see visiting her since he had to man the NGO all by himself. “This is such a pleasant surprise, could I offer you anything to drink?”“Oh, no,” he chuckled. Standing at 5’6, Mr. Campbell was a buff man who was dark in complexion. He was the one who governed the NGO that she followed to Jamaica and he was very friendly. “You must have dropped ya’ purse,” He shook his head, tutting his lips as he pulled it out of his backpack. “I have always told you to be more careful with your belongings.” He said sternly, his Jamaican accent seeping out through his words already.“I appreciate you,” She smiled sheepishly, thanking him. Lord knows where she’d be without Mr. Campbell’s help. “Don’t call me uncle, you’re making me feel old.” He teased, laughing heartily. “If anything, I should be the one thanking you for all the work yo
Kiara turned to face the mystery man. She didn't know what she was expecting but seemed to forget that this was a masquerade party. She couldn't see his face, because he had a green masquerade mask on that complimented his pretty eyes. He was dressed in a black suit with the usual red tie. He was extremely fit, she could tell, and all it did was want to make her take him to the bedroom.“Why, thank you,” She responded, bowing her head ever slightly, trying to dead the nasty thoughts that overtook her mind. All of a sudden, she felt nervous. Not knowing who she was talking to was a huge game changer for her, since she wasn't used to it. But, it was just for the night.What could go wrong?“I spotted you from across the room, you looked absolutely ravishing, I just had to come over and say hello. So, hello.” He offered a warm smile and bent to kiss her hand. “And who might you be?” His eyes traveled over her, from her hair to shoes. She was curvy and he loved that, it would give him som
Kiara’s shouting made Luca run to the room. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He worriedly glanced at her, before redirecting it to his bag.”Why the hell is my bag on the floor, Kiara? My laptop is in there!” He spat, rushing to pick it up.Kiara could barely speak, “N-no, you tell me what the fuck this is right now!” She shouted again, waving the mask in the air. Luca’s eyes finally landed on the masquerade mask in her hand. Her hand was trembling, she didn’t want to believe it. No, not yet.“Did you attend the Charity Gala, Luca?” She asked, a bit calmer now. She steadied herself by taking three deep breaths in, anticipating his answer. “Yes…I did.” He confirmed as he stood back up, towering over Kiara.“Oh my God, I can’t believe this,” she said, waving the mask in her hand, “I can’t believe I kissed you! You!” She threw it onto the bed, running her hand through her hair.So, he was the cause of her sleepless nights and wet dreams? She groaned, wanting to smash her head into the wall.
“You what?” Kiara said, backing up a bit. He couldn’t possibly be serious, right? “You heard me right…I love you.” Luca repeated himself, his gaze moving to her lips once again. He wanted to kiss her again, test the waters. See what they could become and where they’d land.Kiara’s heart rate soared, as her skin became flushed with a light shade of red. His hand moved to her waist, while the other cupped her face gently, lovingly. “Do you mean it?” She breathed, looking up at Luca.“Every damn word, princess.” He said, as their noses bumped together. He brushed his lips against hers gently, creating tension between them. Kiara’s heart was pounding, her mind was hazy and all she wanted to do now, at this very moment, was to give in. “I want you.”Luca kissed her softly and tenderly with more passion. She had missed this feeling so much, she didn’t want it to end. His lips danced against hers in perfect unison, as he slid his hand down to her ass. He squeezed gently making her giggle int