CLINT’s POVI definitely was not thinking straight when I invited Keira to my house tonight. The words just flew out of my mouth and before I knew it, she was agreeing to drive three hours to see me. The girl surprised me in more ways than one. I never expected her to go that far, just to come see me, although I was not complaining.As a matter of fact, I liked it. I gathered up my paperwork scattered on the desk of my home office and shoved them somewhere, running a hand over my hair to keep them in place. I could not control my excitement. Keira was on her way to my place and I was going to fuck her. No more holding back this time. I checked for my condoms and breathed a sigh of relief seeing I had not used them all. I had hooked up with a lot of people after my divorce, but none of them had that magnetic pull there was to Keira. She made me do things I did not think I would do, say things I should not. It was as if she was changing me, swaying me to her rhythm. No woman had ever
KEIRA’S POVMy eyes were on the road, and my hands firmly wrapped around the steering wheel, but my mind was in a distant place. The meeting I had with Clint a few minutes ago was all that plagued my mind. As soon as I slammed his front door, pain, embarrassment and sadness washed over me like a waterfall.How could he do this to me? I bit my inner lip as I slowly increased the pressure on the speed pedal. The moment I had gotten a call from Clint, I was overjoyed and my heart thumped with excitement. I never imagined that he would give me a call, inviting me over to his house. My whole body had been brimming with extreme excitement. I rushed into a store to get a new set of lingerie and a bottle of wine. I wanted to look my best for him. Although the drive was hours long, it felt longer. I was eager to see Clint, eager to feel his hands on me. My whole body brimmed with excitement throughout the drive. Once I parked my car in front of Clint’s house, I practically flew out of my ca
KEIRA’S POVAs soon as I let myself into my apartment, I marched into my room and threw myself on my bed. My heart ached, but why? Why did I feel this pang in my chest?No, this was not the emotion I ought to feel. I was supposed to be enraged, and angry. Clint had just turned me down and refused to have sex with me. That is enough to make me mad. I did feel rage when I stormed out of his house, but that heightened anger was nowhere to be found again.The anger I felt earlier, was now replaced with a wistful sadness, a solemn feeling that left my heart empty. What could I do to get rid of this feeling? I kicked my heels off and curled up into a foetal position.My heart felt like it had been hammered and was now falling apart in tiny pieces. My body still tingled. The places he had touched me were still tingling and it annoyed me greatly. All my plans of spending a great evening with Clint were now null and void.What was he so frightened of? Having sexual relations with a client? I d
KEIRA’s POVClint was serious. It had been a week since I had seen him and I was slowly starting to regret my actions. An email came in the day after I last saw him about my appointment schedule with my new therapist. I replied to the email requesting they return Clint as my therapist.I was yet to receive any feedback. It did not take a genius to figure out I had been completely ignored. Regardless of my realisation, I still hoped that he would reply to my email, and contact me the moment he sees it. I guess that was wishful thinking on my part.Clint's words lingered in my mind. They plagued my very being and kept eating at my conscience. The part where he blurted out he had problems of his own. Yes, every breathing being had one problem or the other but his... his I was more interested in. I wanted to know what worries plagued the one person I had bared my soul to. Clint knew almost everything about me while I never bothered for once to give a shit about him. Hearing him say he h
KEIRA’s POVDays had gone by, and I had not gotten a glimpse of Clint ever since he referred me to the other therapist. I had assumed that he would give me a call, asking to see me or apologise for the way he had spoken to me and beg to be my therapist once again.But that was wistful thinking on my part. The more the days went by, the more I wanted to see him. Being separated from him for days felt like years and I could not take it any longer.Occasionally, I would glance at his office door on my way to Dr Kenswood’s office, hoping that maybe he would pop up and I would finally see him again. But that never happened. His door was always closed, and it felt like he was intentionally avoiding me. The thought of it broke my heart to a million pieces.Did Clint hate me that much, to the extent that he was avoiding me? Has my presence turned into a nuisance for him?It was obvious that I was the only one affected by his absence. At night, all I did was think of Clint. He was the only th
KEIRA's POVI was beginning to lose my patience with this woman in front of me. She continued to stand in my way, unmoving, infuriating me to the core. We had only been apart for a few days and a woman was already in Clint's home. Was I that easy to replace? She looked more of his age but alluring nonetheless. Not more than I was, that is for sure. "Clint is not in." I could not tell if that was a lie or not. He would have shown up at the door by now. "It is best if you leave." "Look, I do not know who the hell you think you are, but I do not have time for this.""I am going to give you a bit of advice, kiddo," the woman said, still not moving out of the way. "Do not let Clint waste your time. You seem young and he might seem like someone you can't get enough of. But that is deceiving. He is only going to use you until he has had his fill." She spoke as if she knew him too well like she had been in the same position as I was. But no, Clint was not using me. I refused to believe it
KEIRA's POVTears were brimming in my eyes as my lips trembled. I stood before my mum and brother's grave and gave myself a minute to let a few tears escape. Having a breakdown in the middle of a cemetery was not in my best interest. But I could bet that almost everyone that came here with a bouquet would do the same thing.My brother had to be one of the best humans that had walked this earth. Not because he is dead but because even while he wasn't here anymore, I lived by a lot of his mantras.I can remember him telling me that I'm some little firecracker. And that it was okay for me to let myself burn before I shined. And that was just one of them. He was really the one person that had my back even more than I did.But the tears were uncontrollable. I tried to take in slow, steady breaths as a remedy to calm myself down. Nothing worked. All I could feel was pure, gut-wrenching sadness that settled in the pits of my stomach. I used to think I could get over the incident if I force
KEIRA's POVI decided to keep seeing Dr Kenswood as my therapist. It was time I got my life back on track and strive to be better. Mom would not have wanted me to turn out the way I did. I was doing this for her. I thought of all the things she would've wanted if she were still alive. First things first, she would want me to take school seriously and improve my grades. She would want me to live the best life even in her absence and not keep holding on to the past. It did more damage than I could have ever imagined. Staying away from Clint was also on my list of priorities. It was for the best, I kept telling myself. The goal was to get better, with or without Clint's help. I would have to start getting used to Dr Kenswood's sessions. They were nowhere near Clint's but it was still better than nothing. I still had my urges, though. They were more controlled now compared to before, but it was there. I no longer felt the need to fantasise about every hot male I came across. But Clint