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
Kiara's POV "All I wanted was for you to feel like a Queen tonight and in place. These high-class clubs here are different from what you know at home. I didn't want you to feel out of place. And I.....I wanted to see you smile again. I mean a real smile, not one of those fake ones you try so hard to put on at the moment. I wanted to see you happy again." The last sentence leaves Dean's lips nearly inaudible."Why the fuck would you care?" I huff while poking my chips.Dean stays silent, his shoulders slack down while his eyes stay totally focused on the plate in front of him. This is how we spend the rest of the time, before parting to get ready for the night. We don't even touch the ridiculous expensive Champagne.Once I've finished getting myself ready, I'm standing in front of the mirror, my hands run down the soft fabric of the dress. It's short, like really short. A strapless, very tight fitting, silver, mini dress with a heart shaped cleavage. If it wasn't so tight fitting I'd
Kiara's POV:Dean's lips feel so perfect on mine, soft, passionate, desperately moving on mine. I've been missing and craving this feeling so damn much. When his tongue licks at the seam of my lips, asking me to open up for him, I automatically do. His minty, vodka mixed taste filling my mouth while his tongue starts playing with mine.Suddenly, I realize what I'm doing. He has a girlfriend, and I give him a hard push, back. "Dean, we c-c-can't," I stammer out. "You have a girlfriend, and I'm not some girl to do these things.""Forget about Nadine, honey. I miss you so awfully much."The elevator opens, and I rush out as fast as possible, with Dean hot on my heels. Reaching my door, I try to enter as fast as possible before I do something dead stupid. But Dean's fast enough, spins me around, and pins me against the door.His hand reaches to the choker necklace and grips the string dangling down, his hand sliding down it against the skin of my chest until he reaches the point where it
Kiara's POV:Needing to pee, brush my teeth, and wash myself, I move from his embrace, leaving him complaining behind. Just as I'm finished, I start puking. Great, I knew I was drunk, and I drunk hell of a lot of vodka, and the room is spinning, but I can't remember the last time I actually puked due to drinking.Dean comes rushing in. "You ok, Kar? Damn, I knew you had too many shots.""Yeah, and you just shook them decently up. I like vodka sour, but not this way." I manage to make fun of it before puking again. Dean holds my hair back, although I try to send him away a dozen times. I nearly fall asleep with my head resting next to the toilet, ewww.Once things finally seem to settle, Dean helps me up to the sink and brush my teeth once more. Dean uses the spare toothbrush himself and smiles at me. "Another thing I miss every single day," he sighs.I wish he'd just stop saying these kinds of things. In the morning this will be over, and I can't pretend it was just a fuck to me. Perh
Dean's POV:All I wanted and needed was some time with Kiara this weekend. Watching her every single day without being able to be close to her, seeing the pain I am putting her through written all over her face, all of it was killing me. I'm such a fucking jerk for the way I've been treating her the last couple of weeks. If only I had known a different way. And it hurts like hell to know that I possibly destroyed the best thing I've ever had in my life. Tyler had every right to say all those things to me. Although I'm glad Kiara has him, it scares the shit out of me at the same time. There's no way I want to watch her move on with Tyler, Brad, or an Igor.That Igor guy was driving me fucking insane, the looks he gave her, the way his hand was on her back. Worse than anything though, was the way she responded to it, smiling at him, laughing with him. There was still the hurt in her eyes, but it lifted a little. God dammit, I don't want anyone else to lift that pain from her.I want t
Dean's POV:"Dean, have you seen the news?" He asks, worried."Yes, dad. Just seen it." My voice breaks again."Thank god you weren't in that car." I wish I had been to be honest. I wish I had been with her. "Do you know anything about her? How she is or where they took her?""No," is all I reply."Look, I know you're back together with Nadine. But I think you still feel for Kiara, don't you?""I love her, dad. I love her more than anything. Can you help me find out where they took her?" Now's not the time to explain the situation with Nadine."I'll give Dr Pierce a call. You know he's not really allowed to give us any information. But I think if anyone can help us, it would be him. I'll get back to you as soon as possible.""Thanks, dad."Just when we hang up, Taylor, Nick, Chris, and Sean arrive. Sean looks like a total desaster, his eyes bloodshot while Nick is holding him upright with a very concerned look on his face. Sean and Kiara are like brothers and sisters, she has told me
Dean's POV:Tyler comes rushing outside while I'm hunched over and puking."Oh my god, please don't........no.....no....Kiara......please don't tell me she's......" He's not even able to finish his sentence. Oh god, I didn't even think about how this would look to the others, with me rushing out in tears and puking. It's hard to breathe right now, let alone say a word. My heart is slamming so hard in my chest, while my body is shaking uncontrollably. Unable to do a thing, anxiety takes total control of me. There's no way I could survive losing her."Breathe and talk to me, Dean." Tyler pleads."Give him a moment," my dad's voice appears."Is she....?" Tyler's voice sounds like it's breaking too."No, she's in surgery. It's very severe, though. All we can do is wait and pray.""How severe?" Sean's totally rough voice inquires."I'm not going to lie. It's bad. She has several severe injuries and lost a lot of blood. There's a possibility she won't make it and many over risks. But the d
Dean's POV:One and a half hours have passed since I ran out here, and I have definitely calmed down. But as soon as we reach the waiting area, the panic of losing her is drowning me again, pulling me far underneath the surface. It seems nearly impossible to breathe, I've not had anxiety attacks in years. At least my dad remembers how to get me through this, and we breathe through it together.Gale gets us all some coffee and something to eat. I haven't really eaten much at all today. Due to the argument, I didn't eat breakfast. During the flight, I was still so torn by her words and everything. I only had a couple of grapes. And well, when Tyler called, I was just on my first piece of pizza.And now it's nighttime. We're all sipping coffee, eating chocolate bars, something I never usually do. And watching the news. Now, it's only repeating everything that was said earlier. They somehow managed to get closer photos from the car crash and now also add in photos and videos taken by eye
****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