Kiara's POV: I work through my lunch break like I used to in the past. Not that I'm hungry anyway. Besides, I need to drown my sorrow into something productive. Jeez, how am I supposed to work on an image campaign for Dean soon, with everything that has happened and is going on right now? That was one big wish during the board meeting two days ago. Is it really only two days ago? It already seems like ages to me.The worst thing right now is that while looking at the photo on my desk, I'm already missing his kisses, his touches, his love. Well, or what he played well to feel like love. As much as I want to hate him, I can't, and that's the worst thing about it.Why does it have to be her that he loves? Why do I have to love him like crazy? It would be so much easier if I could just hate him. I finish work earlier today and call it a day at 4pm. No way am I risking Dean walking in while I'm packing my stuff at his place. Seeing as he mentioned he wanted to talk at home, I wouldn't p
Kiara's POV:I don't know how I made it, but running like for my dear life seemed to have worked. Jesus, I'm faster than the elevator, even all those floors down. My lungs burn like hell. But the heck, rather this pain than the other one that is constantly burning deep down inside my heart and soul. As soon as I reach my car, the elevator doors slide open."God damn it, Kiara. Just wait for a second." Dean calls out. I fight the urge to be close to him because I know it will only result in even more pain. This is the reason I went kinda flying down those stairs. Before Dean can reach me, I'm in my Mustang and lock the doors. "Open the god damn doors, Kar. This is being so childish. Can't we talk like normal adults about it?"I open a tiny slit to the window. "What do you want to talk about, how you fucked your ex, well now girlfriend again, while I was waiting for you? Is that what you want to talk about? Or how you still told me bullshit about love, because I'm mentally unstable? Or
Kiara's POV:Helpless I look up at Tyler, who has his arms wrapped soothingly around my shoulder while watching Marvels Endgame. His arm like this has nothing romantic about it. It's just to comfort me after crying my balls out.Another pounding. "Come on, Kar. I hear the god damn TV. I know you're there." It's now that I realize he's slurring, so he's drunk again. "I'm not going away, you hear me?"Tyler gets up: "He's not going to leave, believe me. Do you want to talk to him?" I shake my head no. No, I can't deal with this. Why does he have to turn up here like that?"What the fuck are you doing here?" Dean's angry voice booms through the entire place as soon as Tyler has opened the door a slit. "You're my best friend! And now you're fucking my girl, or what?"I gasp loudly at his harsh assumption."I'm not fucking anyone, so calm down. Besides, I doubt you have the right to call her your girl after the shit you did or are still doing to her." "If you're not fucking her, then what
Kiara's POV:I've had two damn days to get myself mentally prepared for the trip tomorrow, but it seems impossible to prepare myself for it. To top it off any time, I left my office for whatever reason, if it was for a coffee, to get the paper refilled, to come or leave, and pick up things from Gina or whatever. Dean would be in the hallway.It was nearly as if he knew the exact moment to appear, which was creepy, and at the same time, I felt this incredible pain any time I saw him. And if I wouldn't know better, I'd say he looked pained too. He's probably pained having to spend the weekend with me. That's why he's also acting so crazy around everyone.Apparently, his mood has been really bad again, and the whole office is suffering. He's been yelling at anyone who wasn't doing their work or what he thought wasn't decent work. Gina started stuttering again whenever he was close. Is she attracted to him him? Most definitely! But I think her stuttering actually comes due to his intimida
Kiara's POV:The night was a nightmare. Not just was I in physical pain due to this ridiculous accident, but the nightmares came creeping up on me, too. Well, to say I'm in a bad mood as my alarm sets off at 6am is an absolutely understatement. Without a shower and at least two coffees, I'd probably murder anyone who dares to speak to me or even look at me.I'm never in a good mood in the morning anyway. Ok, there might have been a short time where waking up was fun, but nope, I'm not thinking about it. And today, my mood is that bad. If I were to meet myself somewhere, I'd shit myself. Better learn how to fake a smile for that meeting. It probably will go down the drain if the people think I'm about to kill them.Then again, the Russians are well known to be hard business partners. They might be impressed by some death glares from me. Perhaps it's the way to push through this. I just don't know what they will think if I send my boss these death glares. He's more likely to get the wor
Kiara's POV:The "No" of Dean keeps echoing in my head. I knew it was a stupid question to ask in the first place. But how do I react to this? He broke my heart in the first place, I can't go ahead and comfort him now over a possible heartbreak with Nadine.Damn, why did I ask? Couldn't I have just left it? Bitch, that's what you get for being concerned about your ex in the first place. Well damn. Before I can say anything, as I'm still lost in my thoughts, Dean gets up and walks to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.Well, I guess that saves me asking any further questions. I mean, if he had really wanted to talk about it, he could have just said more than just a no. Right? Would I have said more? I guess not. But the fuck, why am I fussing about him being upset? Not ok? Or whatever. He hurt me in the worst kind of way, and I feel broken every single day. I'm not living, I'm only barely surviving at the moment. Everytime I see him, I feel like being shattered into even
Kiara's POV:The meeting went much to our satisfaction, and to my surprise and pleasure, I wasn't the only woman. There was a woman who might have been in her mid fortys and highly attractive, I need to mention, styled to perfection. At the end of the meeting, I get to talk to her a bit, and she tells me she was very happy to meet another business woman in a world mainly ruled and dominated by men.She's definitely my kind of woman.Once the main business talk is over, Dean and I get invited to one of their restaurants. As much as I hate the thought of going out with Dean, I know it would be extremely rude to turn the offer down. There's no chance to get showered and changed beforehand, either. As it's already 9pm, we head from the meeting directly to the restaurant.As I'm not sure what to order, I ask the woman, who's named Olga, to help me choose. Honestly, I'm a sucker for trying new food, and being in a foreign country is the best place to have it. Again, everything is extremely
Kiara's POV:I'm woken by a knock at the door. "Go away," I growl, and Dean's laugh appears from the other side of the door. "Come on, open up, Kar. It's time for breakfast." A short look at my phone on the night table tells me it's already 9am, and we have a long meeting day ahead of us. This time shift is killing me.Already pissed off, I yank the sheets off from me, stomp to the door, and open the door for him. The second he closes the door behind him and I hear the sharp intake of his breath, I realize how dazed my mind still was while opening the door."Holy fuck," he mutters underneath his breath, while staring at me dressed in my short creme coloured silk babydoll.It's not like he hasn't seen me in next to nothing before and less, but now everything is different. There's two ways out of this, blushing and running, or being sassy.Self confident, or at least I pretend to be, I stem my hands into my waist and wait for a moment. "Well, if you have seen enough, I'd much appreciat
****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