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Twenty-Four
Chris was glad Kiara made herself scarce for the rest of the afternoon. He was not in the mood to face the know-it-all expression she was sporting when in fact she knew shit about him and his life. He knew she had a strong personality from the beginning, but he didn’t imagine the amount of stress she’d put him through.
The reasons for choosing her as his fake girlfriend were getting blurred in his mind. Sure, she was hot enough for his parents to believe he’d date her and yet sufficiently different for them to see the breakup as inevitable. It would be a perfect situation if she were just a tiny bit more cooperative.
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Kiara was out of the room by the time Chris left the bathroom, and he wondered where she might have gone without him. She knew they were supposed to arrive together at the party and hoped she didn’t spoil his mother’s entrance plans by getting down to the main floor too early. He was fixing his hair when he heard the door opening, and almost choked on thin air when he saw her. Why dear God would allow that vision from heaven to be standing in front of him was beyond his comprehension. He had literally jerked off to her almost naked body not half an hour before, now he was just as willing to do it again to that fully dressed image in front of him.
A Word of Praise Twenty-Six
Kiara was sad to take out her dress. She felt amazing in it, especially after Chris’ heartfelt compliment, and was determined to keep it. She didn’t think she’d have another opportunity to use it, but she could always crash a fancy-ass party if she had to. Now that she was alone, her mind wandered back to their earlier encounter. After that shit show with his father, she was determined to distance herself until the ‘job’ was done. But when it was just the two of them, he went back to being… fun. She still didn’t like him, mostly because he was an entitled prick, but she couldn’t deny how interesting it was to be around the man.
A Word of Praise Twenty-Seven
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A Word of Praise Twenty-Eight
Did the fucker really just leave? At that point, Kiara didn’t know if the redness on her face was due to arousal or rage. Either way, the anger was definitely there. She was minding her own fucking business before the idiot stormed into the room like a lustful animal but he sure as hell wasn’t allowed to quit that whole shenanigan before she was done.And she was far from done, considering the heat she still felt on her pussy even after his ludicrous stunt. She looked into the mirror noticing the redness on her lips and cursed again. The bastard knew how to do a damn good make-out session, and she was sure he would have some tricks up his sleeve for the actual did if it came to it.
A Word of Praise Twenty-Nine
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A Word of Praise Thirty
Kiara went into the kitchen with Marcus, sticking to her plan to avoid being with Chris alone. If she were to be completely honest, it was more of a self-preservation move than anything else. She wasn’t mad anymore, just a little sexually frustrated, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d allow things to escalate again if they were left alone. Especially after he quit the formal attire and was sporting jeans and a t-shirt like a normal man. But he had already hit strike three. First by being rich, which was a giant red flag she was only just willing to ignore. But then he screwed things up twice with his daddy’s boy attitude, and enough is enough.
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A Word of Praise Thirty-Two
Chris woke up to the weight of a small body on top of him. He partially remembered blacking out in bed before they could put the pillows between them, as they’d done the other night. His eyes, almost naively, glanced to Kiara’s leg above his own and trailed up to find a slightly wrinkled top. It exposed a piece of skin and… fuck. A new part of her tattoo was showing right below her waist. He was simply unable to break the stare.The last time he’d seen it, it was just a few black and grey leaves on her upper thigh, sneaking out of her loosely hung towel. Now he could see the other end of the design. Another leaf and the beginning of a flower he’d never be able to identify. At least not with so
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