Kiara's POV:Through my sleepy daziness, it takes me a moment to realize where I am. This addicting scent, which seems to calm all my body, totally surrounds me. It's warm a little too warm, and I'm being weighed down. Slowly opening my eyes, I realize this isn't home. This isn't the hospital I've spent the last days. This isn't even my own new temporary room. I'm lying in a dark four-poster bed. Dean's scent lingering in the whole room makes me feel comfortable. Makes me feel things, I'm not sure I'm ready to feel at this point.Dean's arms are wrapped around me tightly, one leg laying across mine while he is spooning me. Opening my eyes fully, the whole realization hits me. Oh my god, I'm in Dean's bed, my bosses bed, in his apartment. How the hell did I even get in here? Did I drink so much last night? The last thing I remember was talking to Dean on the couch. He must have....... he must have brought me up here..... into..... into his room.Not in mine, in his. I mean, even befo
Kiara's POV:Dumbfounded, I look into his face to see any hint of humour behind it. But there isn't. He's dead serious about it. "Excuse me, you said what?""I said, you're not going.""I think that's up for me to decide. And I say, I am. I need that money and it's a major part of my life.""Well, too bad. You're not going, and I'm not repeating it again. You just left hospital yesterday, sure as fuck you aren't going for a race tonight. And that's final."My mouth gapes open as he walks out of the door. I don't know what I expected, but sure as hell not that. Well too bad for him, I'm not the one he can restrain like that. Who does he think he is? Telling me I'm not allowed to go for a race. Something I've been doing since I've been sixteen, so seven freaking years."And I am going." I call after him."Kiara, don't fuck with me. This isn't me asking you to stay home, I'm telling you to do so.""First of all, I thought you like it when I fuck with you." I retort cocky. "And secondly, I
Kiara's POV:As soon as I speed up, the adrenaline I need so much kicks in. If anyone tells you this rush of adrenaline isn't addicting, they are lying. Even if there would be no money to win, I'd do it. I live for these moments and the kick, the ultimate high, the feeling of being free. Leaving the whole world behind for a moment and just living for this freedom. Well, and all the other feelings that come with it.Even the two fighting guys couldn't prevent me, living this dream of mine. For a moment, I worried they'd distract me too much. But honestly, those two dickheads can sort it out for themselves. Nothing and no one is taking this away from me.I got this shit. There's only one driver out here tonight who is near my level. Most of the guys here haven't been as long in this as I have, and they always underestimate the girl. In the end, it's nearly disappointing how easy it is to win.I step out of my car and enjoy the cheering crowd. Even if the feeling is nothing in comparison
Kiara's POV:He rubs his hand slightly over my right ass cheek. A few seconds later, his hand comes down the first time. I cry out, but not so much in pain as more in anticipation. His hand rubs slightly over the skin, where his hand just went down on me."Are you ok? Can I go a little harder?" He asks carefully, and I like the fact he's testing this in a very careful and respectful way with me."Yes, Sir.""Good girl," he praises. His hand now rubbing the other side, and with the next spank, I yelp slightly. My skin definitely stings this time, and yet I can feel my core throbbing in anticipation.Dean repeats this another two times on each side, each time a little stronger, causing me to scream out a little louder. My ass cheeks are definitely burning now, but god damn I can feel how wet I am.Am I a freak because it turns me on so much?"Lie down on your tummy," he demands. He pulls out a lotion from his jeans pocket and spreads some on my stinging cheeks, and starts rubbing it in g
Dean's POV:The hot water runs down my tense muscles. What the hell is going on? What is Kiara doing to me? My hands brush over my face and run rough through my hair, as if it would help to sort my mind out. My mind, which is being tortured over and over again. This girl is totally consuming my thoughts. God, I knew there's more between us, I knew I wanted her and more than just sex.I mean, the sex is unbelievable. She takes me to a place and levels I didn't even know exist until her. And I know we've woken a new side in each other. We both had no idea it was in us. Since last weekend, I knew I wanted a relationship to build up.What I didn't expect was how fast and deep I'd fall for this girl. Tonight, I felt this connection with her, a connection that goes deeper than anything I've felt before in my entire life. A connection that scares the shit out of me. Damn it took everything in me, not to pull her into my arms and tell her those three words. Really, I was so close to saying t
Dean's POV: "Watch it, there's glass," I slur to warn her, looking down at her bare feet."Yeah, no shit! Why the fuck are you wrecking the place, you jerk?" Whoa, look who's getting bitchy now. Back to jerk then, are we?"Well, my girlfriend wasn't talking to me, although she was obviously crying. So I decided to re-decorate this place. Seems like that's also what it takes to get her out of her room."Her anger but also hurt eyes try to stare me down. And suddenly, my daze, in my mind, seems to subside. Seeing her like that pains me."Why did you come in the first place? Why would you care?"Is she fucking serious? "Why would I care? Are you honestly asking me this question? You know exactly that I care." I yell, angry. Tugging at my own hair in frustration, I know I need to ask this one question. "Was I too rough? Is it that? If you can't deal with spanking or the ropes, honestly, it's fine. I don't need it, if it makes you unhappy, if I hurt you so badly with it.""No the fuck, it
Kiara's POV:"Honey, get up. Your alarm clock has already set off three times." Dean is starting to torment me."Fuck off, I need my god damn sleep. Jeez, if I get up in half an hour, it's enough.""Kiara, I've already hit the gym and have been swimming, showered, and hey, I even made us breakfast. Now move your grumpy but very sexy ass."Why the hell did I think it was a good idea to stay here again? Should have at least gone back into my room last night, and locked the doors. He couldn't pester me right now. Jeez, how is it possible to be in such a good mood this early in the morning? Despite the fact that we maybe had like two or three hours of sleep.Seeing as kissing hadn't helped, he tried by throwing a cushion at me. Until I decided to hide underneath the blanket, he is now trying to pull the blanket away.Great, now I'm lying here naked. Yes, naked because it wasn't worth the effort of getting dressed again. Besides, it was a lot nicer to feel his skin against mine.It might b
Kiara's POV:"We haven't seen you since my birthday, we thought we'd surprise you. We've bought some beers......." He stops mid sentence. And as I turn around, there are three fairly good-looking guys standing next to Dean, eyeing me up and down. All three of their jaws have dropped."Holy shit Dean, there's that hot bikini girl standing in your apartment, the one from the photos. You do know that, right?" Says the one who was talking first."Obviously, I do know if she is standing here. Right? Switch that god damn brain of yours on. How should she get in here otherwise?""What the fuck? I thought you didn't know her? How many times did I ask you about her?" That guy is talking as if his dream has just come true.Great, so now I'm known as the bikini girl, with what seems to be Dean's friends."Jesus, red is definitely your colour, mysterious girl. I'm Tyler, by the way." He stretches his hand out to me, and I take it a little awkwardly. "I'm Kiara."In this moment, the porter gives
****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