Dean's POV:Writing the small card for Kiara, I hope she isn't going to hate me. As her boss, I probably shouldn't be sending her dresses as a gift. At least I have the excuse of putting it down as a thank you for her amazing work. It didn't take me long to find the right dress. As soon as I entered the boutique and saw it drapped on one of these mannequins, I knew this was it. There are another two dresses I chose for tomorrow, which will be sent directly to her room while we are out for dinner. Perhaps that will give her some time to relax after the first surprise.Knowing her, she is going to pop as soon as she sees it, although she really deserves it. And after all, I was the one to take her here. The least I can do is dress her right for a place like this. There is no need for her to waste money on it.As soon as I'm back in the hotel, I hurry to get myself ready, while someone else brings her the box with the dress for tonight. Although it's a business trip and I should see thi
Dean's POV:Kiara snorts, shakes her head, and bursts out laughing before I can see the pain take over her face. "Nope, not anymore. Caught that cheating piece of shit, fucking my beeeessst friend on my kitchen table five weeks ago. We were together for two years and eight weeks ago he asked me to marry him. Yeah, that fucking asshole, was probably having it off with Nora, that little bitch, already at that time." Chugging down the whole glass of her sex on the beach in one go, I can tell how much this is nagging at her and I push my glass of whiskey on the rocks over to her. A small pained smile appears on her face before she chugs the glass down in one go too."More?" I ask carefully, as I don't know how much she can take and we already have had quite a bit."Yeah, one more should be fine." With that, I order another two glasses.Moving a little closer to her, as I see she is fighting tears, I whisper: "He doesn't deserve you. And honestly, he must be very dumb to let an amazing, s
Dean's POV:Until now, I've never really had sleeping problems. Not in a long, long time anyway. After crashing that glass against the wall last night, I simply decided to drink the whiskey directly from the bottle. It's not like I was totally wasted after it, but I felt a little better.That was until I decided to go to sleep at 3am, and everything kept on replaying in my mind. As soon as I closed my eyes, there she was in her red dress, with red lipstick, and all I wanted was to crash my lips on that girl. And that damn boner taunting me on top wasn't exactly helping either. Not even Nadine had this impact on me.She was engaged for three weeks and had a relationship for two years. Even if she wasn't my damn employee, I'm sure she isn't over it yet. I mean, cheating leaves a deep impact. Who the hell would cheat on a girl like her? That guy deserves a decent bashing.It's 9am, and I am heading for breakfast. Should I ask her to eat with me? I mean eating alone in a hotel can be dead
Dean's POV:Jeez, that was complicated, and me staring at her cleavage wasn't exactly helping. When an amused giggle leaves her lips, I facepalm myself."That sounded totally weird and awkward, didn't it?" Grinning at me, Kiara simply nods.Thank god she can't wear that cleavage during the meeting, I'd probably blow the whole thing up.I wait in the lobby for her while she gets changed. As the main guy today is quite strict other than his brother yesterday, it's a plain black dress covering all the important skin parts. But as soon as she reaches the lobby, I can see it still looks great on her. It's tight fitting but covers everything perfectly. Her hair is put back into the usual ponytail, which she wears at work, and she sure looks professional.As we only have a little less than an hour, Kiara decides to mainly stop at small gift shops. "You don't need to babysit me. Do whatever you like, I'm fine keeping myself occupied", does she want me to leave? Or does she simply not want to
Dean's POV:The mixutre of music in this club is really good. And hell, this girl knows how to move her sexy curves. After nearly losing it during bad boy, I try and keep a little more distance between our bodies. My dick is hard enough and aching even without her pressing and grinding against it like she did and giving that perfect friction, which nearly had me groaning right here on the dancefloor.A lot of eyes are set on her here on the dancefloor and some of them don't sit right with me, they kind of look like the types who wouldn't accept a no if she were here on her own.Even keeping a little distance between our bodies, the dances are damn hot, and I wonder how much she goes clubbing besides tonight. Every move is like perfection. While grabbing some drinks at the bar, I have to ask her. "Where did you learn to dance like that? I'm nearly sure you could entertain the whole place with your moves.""Ah, wouldn't you like to know, huh? I bet that's something you couldn't find in
Dean's POV:Irritation flashes through her eyes, but she nods. "I want you to fucking answer me." Once more I press my hard dick against her."Yes," she answers breathless, the moment the elevator opens to our floor. My fingers intertwine with hers while I pull her along down the hall until we are standing in front of her door."As your boss, I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I can't hold back from you anymore." Fuck those rules I set up. I press her against the door my fingers run through her hair, tugging slightly again until she tilts her head backwards giving me access to crash my lips on hers.Somehow, I nearly expected her to put up a fight, instead her hands wrap around my neck and pull me even closer. Licking at the seam of her bottom lip, asking for entrance, she parts her lips immediately giving me full access to her mouth.Our tongues fight about the dominance and our kiss deepens quickly. Fuck does she taste good.The elevator to our floor opens and heavy panting I pul
Dean's POV:Waking up, I can't stop the stupid grin on my face, looking down to the beautiful girl who is currently half sprawled out on my body. While my arms are wrapped around her, her head is on my chest, including half her upper body, one arm wrapped around my middle, and one leg hooked around my leg.This is possibly the nicest way I have ever woken up. No denying anymore, I can't keep my distance to this girl. I mean, there are other bosses who have some sort of relationships with their employees, too. Right? It's not like one of us is taking advantage of the other. We are both old enough to understand this. And yet, this worries me.A look across to the clock tells me it's already 11am. Even if we haven't slept much, we need to get up. Our flight back goes in four hours.Gently, I place a soft kiss on Kiara's head. "Good morning, sleeping Beauty," I whisper softly. "We need to get up and have some breakfast and get ready." She grumbles a little and only snuggles up a little ti
Dean's POV: Annoyed she isn't spilling right now, I grunt slightly. But seeing as I will know by tonight, it calms me a little. What the hell does she do, which is in the evening and wouldn't be on the files? Is she bartender or something? Then again, that would be nothing she would need to hide. And why the hell does she need that money?Is she in debts or something? I mean, until a couple of days ago, I thought she's loaded. She drives a fucking Mustang and not one of the cheap ones, she can't be lacking so badly. Damn, I need to at least chill my thoughts until I know more tonight. Not easy for someone who controls everything.Kiara is typing away on her phone until she looks up at me smiling a couple of minutes later. "Ok, got everything organized."Yeah well, what ever that means. As I've paid the suites for the whole day today too, there is no need to rush seeing as our flight has been delayed. Instead I decide we should have some more fun time at the pool, we each have two coc
****12 years later****Dean's POV:"Dad, why the fuck am I not allowed to go to the party?" Phoebe whines and there's no doubt where she's got her language from."Because I said no. You're seventeen. You're not going to some party where the guys are just waiting to get you drunk and do things with you." "Damn dad, I'm seventeen and a half, so in half a year, I'm legal and can do whatever I want. Besides, you know exactly I can't do shit. You'll know exactly what I'm doing anyway.""Yes, the last time I had to see you kiss some guy as newest tweet from some stupid tabloid. And I'm sure not having that again." For years, I hated the media showing so much interest in our kids. Now, for the first time, I can see the perks of it as our kids can't do shit without us not knowing. Or them at least being afraid of getting caught."Damn, it was just a kiss. I didn't fuck him or anything. He didn't even touch me.""If he had, he'd be a dead man by now." I grit out, not even wanting to think abou
**** 3,5 years later****Kiara's POV:From my shaded place at the pool, I take a glance over to my husband. The way his muscles flex along his broad worked out shoulders is ever so delicious. God, how can someone look so incredibly good and mouth-watering? He turns around, and his toned chest and abs are right on view for me. The way his wet shorts cling to his body showing every well-built leg muscle, too. It definitely has my heat rising.His hands run through his wet hair while he clears his throat once he's standing in front of me. Damn, the way the water is drizzling down every perfect shaped and toned muscle on his body. And those wet, full, soft lips which are now twisting into a crooked smirk."Honey, if you keep on looking at me like that, I'll never finish preparing for Wyatt's birthday party in two hours. Jeez, just the look on your face turns me on like hell.""It's not my fault you had to jump into the pool and look so incredible delicious," I defend myself."Sorry, I nee
Kiara's POV: ****nearly 1,5 years later****My dreamy eyes linger on my two toddlers in front of the Christmas tree, while Dean is trying to convince them to play with the toys he so proudly chose but now aren't of interest to any of them. Instead, they are having hell of a fun playing with the wrapping paper. "Why the hell did I spend so much money on toys if all they want is some stupid wrapping paper?" Dean complains while walking up to me. Dean is such an adorable dad, and my heart swells every time I see my three loved ones playing together."I told you they don't need all of this fancy stuff and the amount of toys you bought. You went a little crazy again, didn't you?""I just want them to be happy and have everything they wish for." The expression on his face is a little sulky while looking across the floor to Phoebe and Leo. Phoebe, in the meantime, finds it awfully funny to put the sticky ends on to her brother and hiding his face under the wrapping paper."They're not even
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Kiara's POV:Once I've made sure to show my appearance nearly everywhere once, I take my time to fully take in everything here. This place is a huge mansion, and the garden is amazing. I've never seen anything like it. It's like a huge sculptured park with all kinds of flowers everywhere. The air is filled with a sweet scent of the roses and lavender. I love lavender. There are secret hideouts, fountains, a lake, and huge old trees, giving this place a romantic look as if it were from another century. Nancy obviously went all out on the decorations, too. I can see fairy lights everywhere, which are probably meant to light up the garden in the evening. Flower bouquets are spread throughout the area, torches put up for the night, huge ribbons, and other kinds of decorations wherever you look. We're so lucky with the summer weather, making it perfect. It's warm, but the many old trees give us enough space for people being able to stand and sit in the shade.This looks like a fairy tale
Kiara's POV:,"You're so god damn beautiful, Mrs Arlington." Dean whispers full of awe against my lips before drawing fully back. I love the way that sounds.People around us start laughing and cheering even more at Dean's eager kiss. Neither of us wanted to break out of it. He noticed right away when my legs had reached their limit, and now I'm in his amazing, strong arms. Arms, which make me feel treasured and protected in every single way.Sean was the only one who knew about me wanting to walk down the aisle. He rushes down the other end, where I have left my wheelchair behind, and he gets it for me. Tyler uses his chance to squeeze us first, and I literally mean squeeze because what he's doing right now isn't hugging. He's squeezing the living shit out of us."Air, Tyler. I need air." I manage to get out totally breathless while being squashed between Dean and him. "We're not a hamburger, and I'm not the piece of meat in between.""Oh, beautiful, but I wouldn't mind you being the
Dean's POV:And then she appears with Sean at her side. My heart stops for a second, as I don't just see my absolutely stunning bride, but also see how she gets up out of her wheelchair. Oh my god, she starts walking towards me, secured by Sean's arm. Step by step, she comes closer.Everyone around us is gasping at her sight."Holy fuck!" Tyler exclaims.I feel the urge to rush up to her and carry her the rest of the way here. I can clearly see she is struggling, but also how determined she is to walk her way up to me. She must have trained more than I knew. I had no idea she was able to walk again at all. Tears start rolling down my cheeks at my incredible bride.She's so strong, and seeing her walk totally knocks the breath out of me. Besides, she is absolutely stunning. Beautiful, sexy all in all beyond imagination. The dress she is wearing is beautiful too. As soon as she's in front of me, I can't hold back and wrap my arms around her and cry. I don't care what the people think,
Dean's POV:The last couple of hours have been torture. No scratch that ever since she left the house yesterday at lunchtime has been a torture. Damn, it's only been a little over 24 hours, and I'm missing her like hell. At least I had Phoebe and Leo during the daytime yesterday, while Gale took Kiara for a spa. But since Gale picked up my babies last night, I missed them all so incredible much.Tyler and Chris wanted to go for a strip club. No way was I up for that. I don't want to see any other woman naked in front of me, other than my own girl. To my surprise, Tyler even wasn't too pushy about it and quickly understood. Of course, he had a remark about it."Honestly, man, if I had Kiara at home, I wouldn't want to see any other chick naked again either. She's the jackpot, and no sexy stripper could keep up to that. Fuck, I'd never let her out of the bed again and fuck her until she couldn't walk and keep it going." Yes, he did get a smack for that from me.The thing with Tyler is,
Kiara's POV:Only minutes later, I hear the knock at the door Nancy and Gale have arrived. Apparently, Nancy has already been to our location where we're marrying, making sure everything is being prepared as it should be. She scares the shit out of me when she yells through the phone because the wedding cake hasn't been delivered yet. And there was me thinking I could be a badass and impatient.Gale gives me a huge smile and hug. "How are you feeling, darling?""Excited and nervous," I lower my voice for only her to hear. "And a little scarred of Nancy, to be honest." Gale looks across to Nancy, who is still yelling orders through the phone and laughs."You should have heard her ramble away beforehand. She was beyond pissed because the table clothes apparently now are an off-white instead of an eggshell white like she had ordered. Honestly, I couldn't tell the difference, but for her, it was a huge disaster, and she's saying the whole colour scheme has been messed up through it. She's