Dean's POV: Waking up with Kiara in the arm never fails to make my day feel great already. As it was 6am in this time zone, we we're both totally exhausted. Looking down at my sleeping angel puts a smile on my face. We're nearly in the same position, like when we fell asleep, only our legs are tangled up a little more.Gently, I stroke the hair strands covering her pretty face away. She doesn't need all this make up stuff to make her look pretty. She simply has this natural, amazing, beautiful face. And even if she was ugly as fuck, her soul is beautiful. I'm simply a lucky bastard who gets both in one girl. One thing's for sure, I'd literally do anything for her. Even if she doesn't get to feel it enough at the moment.Knowing if she doesn't wake up now, we'll be in bed for the rest of the day, I decide to gently kiss her awake, planting kisses on her forehead, cheeks, nose, shoulders, neck and a quick peck on her lips."Hmmmm, more." Her sweet, sleepy voice demands. Her wish is my
Dean's POV:*****1 week later*****Kiara took me by surprise when she wanted to see more of the culture and how people live here. Most people only get to see the beautiful tourist side, but Kiara also wanted to see the ugly side, how some people here are living partially very poorly. How women here gather together to fight for their rights but also how much they helped build up the country again after hurricane Irene had destroyed so much.I get to see a completely different Kiara than the usual tough, fighting, and sometimes aggressive one. She's so caring, vulnerable, and full of love. It breaks her to see the street dogs, and she tries to inquire if there is any way to support them. At home, I never realized how crazy she is about animals. She loves movies with dogs or other animals alright, but until now I haven't paid too much attention to it.That's why I have something special planned for today. I was going to take her there anyway, but now I know she's going to love it. Today,
Kiara's POV:Even if Dean and I tried to relax yesterday, I still feel far too drowsy to get up now. The jetlag still has me under control. And a summer in London can't be compared to the summer on the Bahamas. The temperature drop is getting to me. Last night, I even slept in Dean's t-shirt as it was too cold for me. While a headache is already killing me. I try to kill it with two aspirin, which I wisely already set aside last night, as it was the same last night.Even Dean has stayed in bed until now. "Back to reality," Dean groans while he flips the bed sheets down from us.At least we have a decent make out session in the shower, soothing both our senses. Dean told me yesterday that he always loved working and never minded going back to work, but this time, he's dreading it. And for the first time in my life, I feel the same about it.Work used to be my escape and something I was proud of what I achieved. But this holiday with Dean felt like I never wanted it to end. Those endles
Kiara's POV:Ok, whoever is on the receiving end has definitely pissed Dean off badly. Although with the last words, his voice sounded a bit off. And was it husky? Instead of looking like a freak listening to my boyfriend/ boss argue, I quickly head for the coffee and back into my office. By lunchtime, I've worked off the rest of my mails and have started working on this weeks schedule. With a smile on my face, I grab hold of the lunch pack Dean and I have made for our lunch today. Decent tuna sandwiches. Took me a little convincing for Dean to eat sandwiches for lunch, but in the end, he smiled at me, seeing me so happy when he gave in after I suggested taking low carb bread.Seriously, this man has a body of a god. Why is he so adamant about eating carbs? Ok, I get he wants to keep it that way, but a few carbs won't harm him. For a moment, I halt at the door, hoping that argument is over. As I don't hear a thing, I knock first. Dean bellows rough: "Come in."As soon as he sees my
Kiara's POV:After an extremely restless night, I quit trying to go back to sleep and get up at 9am. A quick look into Dean's room proves me right, Dean hasn't come back at all last night. My heart drops, and I daren't even think of the possibilities why he hasn't come home. I had sent him a couple of messages last night, all read, but none answered. If he had been in an accident, he couldn't have read the messages, and surely, they would have contacted his dad. And his dad definitely would have contacted me, or at least Gale would have. Trying my hardest to soothe my senses, I head for a long hot shower. He'll have some good explaining to do when he comes back.As I'm not in the mood to dress myself up and it's fairly warm outside, well, it's the middle of July, I simply grab some navy-blue jeans shorts and a yellow tanktop. Just as I'm about to make my breakfast, I hear the elevator together with some stumbling and two vioces.Seconds later, I'm relieved to see Tyler's face, who is
Kiara's POV:I decide to take a long walk to get my mind free a little before I head to the mall. Whether Dean is coming or not, I'm going to look smashing hot tonight. My thoughts drift off to Sean, and I quickly text him to come with us tonight. Besides, I need some deeds from him. Since the last race, Sean and Nick have been hanging out together a lot.Reaching the mall, I stroll along. I'm still not the great shopping type, and seriously, I have no idea what I'm looking for. I want something sexy, something I wouldn't wear to a race but most definitely not to work either. London is known for a partially very crazy nightlife, but I don't want to go over the top either.In the end, I buy a short red feux leather skirt and a short black lace crop top where only the breast part has a lining. It only has very thin straps and a killer cleavage. If Dean won't be coming, he'll definitely have a headache, with me going out like this. Not that I would let anyone get near me, but at least he
Kiara's POV:"I don't belong anyone but myself. No person will ever own me. Now fuck off." Even with my anger fuelled power, I don't manage to get him to budge a single inch. His hands have gotten hold of my wrists, to stop me from pushing him away. His nose runs up and down my neck, and as angry as I am, my damn body is a damn traitor giving into him. I start to squirm underneath his hot breath. Right now, I hate my body for doing this to me."I'm not a thing to own and to be put aside whenever you like." My voice is less poweful than it should sound."I'm sorry, Kar. You're not a thing to me. You're my world, more than you'll ever know. This week has just been so fucked up. I don't want you to suffer because of me. I just, I can't...... I can't lose you Kar. I love you too fucking much. And I didn't mean the things I said. When you left beforehand, I was worried sick.""You were worried sick? How do you think I felt last night?" I throw back, trying not to give into his remorseful
Kiara's POV:The last four weeks have been a hell of a ride. After the night we went out with our friends and our makeup session, which somehow extended through all of Sunday and even lunchbreak on Monday, I was hoping things were good. But by Monday night, I had the moody Dean back.He's been so moody that even Brent invited me into his office during the second week to ask me about it. No one seems to know what's going on with him. Even Tyler and him got into a huge argument about nothing, and once Tyler told him to treat me better, he totally lost it. In the end, Tyler had a broken nose. I felt so sorry for Tyler. After that, Dean's mood dropped even more at the fact about what he had done.One evening, when he came back drunk, he confided into me crying while telling me how badly he's losing his shit at the moment. Saying he can't cope with things and doesn't know how the hell to get out of it. But it's only in those drunken moments that he will admit to at least something.There h
****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