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
Dean's POV:My eyes widen with Kiara asking me what I have in mind. I mean, this is Kiara we're talking about. She usually puts up a fight about everything. I sure hadn't expected this reaction. The excitement in my body rising at the thought of her possibly agreeing, my arms wrap tighter around her."There's this gala event on friday evening, you know from these magazines." I feel a little embarrassed about the subject, although she probably knows these things anyway. "You know there's this event every year....." She notices how uneasy I'm feeling and cuts me off."What the sexiest man alive thing?" She says, rolling her eyes but chuckling."Well, at least UK," I mumble. In the past, I used to find it funny, but I'd rather be known for my work than for my face and body. Yet sometimes, one thing comes handy with the other. And if Kiara will join me this year, they might not harass me so much about being the hottest bachelor and trying to match me constantly with someone.Jeez, I'm not
Dean's POV: My blood rushes through my veins, while my heartbeat is speeding up. Is she insinuating, what I think she is? No, Kiara wouldn't do this. Would she? This is surely Trish playing with my mind. Then again, I mean, I've heard Logan talk about Kiara after they all saw the photos. Already at that point, I wanted to rip his head off.Rushing to Logan's office, I'm a bit relieved but also angry to the core at the same time, when I hear her sweet laugh coming from his office. Without even knocking or any warning, I barge into Logan's office.Logan is leisurely leaning against his desk, perhaps a little less than 3 feet away from Kiara, who is currently sitting cross leged on a chair right in front of him. By the way his body moves, I can see he's trying to flirt with her, impress her. Both are laughing like crazy. But I also see the look on Logan's face, the way he admires her, and lusts for her. Surprised by the way I just burst in on them makes them both look up at me. I know
Kiara's POV:This week has been one hell of an exciting ride. From day to day, it was getting harder for Dean to hold back at work. Well, I guess it's quite obvious to anyone anyway, and the way Dean appeared in Logan's office made its round fairly fast, too. Guess Miss Gossip Queen Trish was fast to spread the news. As Dean told me, she was the one to tell him where to find me in the first place.So, the rumours have been cooking. At first, they really frightened me, but due to Gina, Dean, and Mr. Arlington, I felt a lot better. Gale really prepped me up, too. Dean never told me, but she used to work for Mr. Arlington, quite a few years herself and kind of knows how I feel. That helped me a lot, to be honest, having someone who really understands. Which meant our shopping tour on wednesday ended up as a really encouraging day, with a long girlie talk. Dean set up a second date for us today, a girls' spa day before the gala. Gale acts the way a real mum should, I guess. Well, someth
Kiara's POV:I use the little time left to apply new lipstick and control my breathing. At least I was distracted for a short while. Now my wrecked nerves are taking over again. Dean explains to me that when we're on our way of walking over the red carpet, we will smile into the cameras together and all that. But we'll first give interviews after his speech. No words will be said before.As soon as the limousine comes to stop at the red carpet and the door is being opened, the flash lights start going off. Dean gives me a reassuring smile, gets out first, and then stretches out his hand for me to take. As soon as I'm out and Dean snakes his arm around my waist, the flash lights increase tremendously. From all ends, we can hear people calling his name and calling me. As they don't know my name, they call me the bikini girl or the mysterious girl, trying to catch our attention.Dean makes us pose for the cameras with a huge smile on his face, but he really doesn't answer one single que
Dean's POV:Coming back from the toilet, I see Kiara standing at the bar. The guy to her right is obviously trying to chat her up. She sends him a smile, and even if it's just a polite one, deep down inside, I feel my stomach in knots and the urge to punch this guy's damn face. Everyone caught on what I said on stage and yet he's trying his hardest, fucking cunt.But damn this is a public event with loads of reporters and cameras, if I walk up there right now I don't know if I will be able to control myself. He's trying to lay a fucking hand on her hips. Thank god she jerks away just far enough, so he can't touch her. What the fuck is he saying to her? She's still keeping a polite smile on her face while trying to keep some distance between them.Keep your act together, don't punch his face, don't punch his face, don't punch his face. I keep repeating this sentence to myself like a Mantra until I am able to wrap my arms around her. By the way she relaxes into my arms, I can tell how t
Dean's POV:Dancing with Kiara is heaven and torture at the same time. But most of all I'm having so much fun, I can't remember the last time I laughed so much. Whenever we're not dancing, Kiara finds it awfully funny to talk about how some people behave here, especially the famous people, as soon as they're drunk. And oh my god, she has a badass humour.She's nearly dying from laughter, as one guy is flirting like crazy with some model, but ends up puking into her cleavage while she is grinding on him. The thing is, Kiara says that girl totally deserves it, as she is freshly engaged and shouldn't be doing this behind her fiance's back. I like her attitude about that.That guy who was trying to chat Kiara up beforehand is now so drunk his tongue is going down one of the barmaides throats, who probably is way into her sixties or something. And well, let's just say she's the least pretty person I've seen here tonight. That's the politest way to put it. "I'm sure she thinks she's having
****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