Kiara's POV:"I thought you wrote you are obeying me." The words leave his lips in a very deep, huskily, and hot voice.Damn I knew it was a dumb idea to write that. Instead of letting him know I already regret writing those words in the first place, I bob my head up in a cocky manner and retort. "That only obliges to my work, to nothing else. And I don't see what my eating has to do with my work.""Dammit, you drive me fucking insane. Why can't you simply do what I want you to do?""Because...," my words get stuck in my throat as Dean moves closer, breathing heavier and heavier. I'm caught between him and the wall, which is even intenser than the desk yesterday."Because?" He questions in a slightly husky voice.All the words in my mind have disappeared into nothing. He moves even closer, his head dips down lower and his mouth right next to my ear. I can hear and feel his heavy breathing, sending sweet sensations through my body. After a few seconds, he whispers in my ear? "I'm still
Dean's POV: Entering the park deck, I see my parking lot free for a change. For a second, I feel a little triumphant to have beaten her to be here first until I see her Mustang parking in a different parking lot a few feet further away.That's all I wanted all week. She had me going insane with annoying the shit out of me because of a damn parking lot. So why do I feel disappointed about this right now? Is she finally listening and realizing who the boss is? What frightens me a little is the thought it might have to do with last night. Did I push her too much? This wouldn't be my normal behaviour, but with her, everything is different. She pushes me so much, and the more she fights against me, the more I want to make her do what I want.I've always been a control freak for sure, and things have to be done my way. And until now, there has never been an issue with it. People would do what I tell them and expect them to do. Kiara doesn't, not one single time. Admitted, yes, when it com
Dean's POV:Both of us let out a heavy breath once stepping off the elevator on the ground floor.We walk in awkward silence to the restaurant, which is only five minutes away, but five minutes can stretch awfully long if things feel so awkward. Reaching the restaurant, I don't need to mention my name. We are being directly guided to the booked table."How's your father, Dean?" Mrs Russo inquiries with a soft smile while handing us the menu."He's fine, busy as always," although I don't smile sincerely very often, I give her one of those smiles back. We've been coming here for years. She basicly knows our whole family story and has always been ever so kind. She's one of the few people I have never bossed around.As Kiara eyes me with a questioning look on her face, I introduce them quickly. "Mrs Russo, this is my new creative director, Ms Summers. Ms Summers, this is Mrs Russo, an old family friend.""Pleased to meet you, Mrs Russo. Nice restaurant you have here," Kiara chimes while l
Kiara's POV:For once, I'm not cursing when the alarm clock sets off. For a matter of fact, I was so excited I hardly slept in the first place. Even if it got damn late last night. At least I earned quite a bit of cash, which might come handy in Dubai.Damn I have hardly ever left London, despite the country, and now I will be flying to Dubai. Luckily, I had a passport made last year, as I originally had planned to work abroad. Now I have this amazing opportunity, which I still can't quite believe.I've been tossing and turning wide awake in bed since 4am. Meaning, my phone is safe for one more day. Jumping underneath the shower, I wonder what the showers will be like in the place we will be staying. No matter what, it can't be any worse than here.Everything said at the lunch break yesterday, still seems like a dream to me, and I'm waiting to wake up out of it any second. One thing I can't get off my mind was the look on Dean's face at the beginning, like total remorse. Did he honest
Kiara's POV:"Well, it's not like I would mind joining it, but until now, there hasn't really been the opportunity." His words make me flush bright red like a tomatoe. "You shouldn't believe everything the tabloids write. As soon as I am seen with some female, they make a fling out of it. To be precise, you are only the second woman to be flying with me. So no mile high club," he chuckles."So, it's only for business flights?""Well mostly, but sometimes I do use it privately, it's only that I don't really have much free time, you know."Once seated, I can't quite figure out how to put the belt on. You'd think driving a sports car like mine would give you practice, well somehow this doesn't apply to me. Or I'm simply too excited. Dean loosens his seatbelt again and walks around the table, which is between us and comes over to me."May I?" He points to the belt, which is already getting tangled. Defeated, I shrug and let go of the seatbelt. Dean sits down next to me and reaches for it.
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
****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