KEIRA’s POVTrees whooshed past me as I drove by, one hand resting on my car's window and the other on my steering wheel. A song I had picked out wafted out of the loudspeakers as I tapped my fingers to the beat. Evening drives were therapeutic in a way but not when I was behind the steering wheel. Natasha sat beside me, typing away on her phone and being the passenger princess as always. "What do you think about hypnotherapy?" I asked her out of the blue. She turned to me in the driver’s seat with her eyebrows furrowed. "You mean hypnosis?" I nodded, turning in a corner. "Clint suggested it."It had been on my mind since Clint brought it up during our last therapy session. Was I really one step away from overcoming my trauma? The way he described it made it seem like that. If only it was that easy. Being normal again without having to relive that horrible day over and over was something that sounded impossible months ago. Now Clint had given me hope. "Who is Clint?" Brendon chi
Keira’s POVWhen dinner was finally about to begin, my stomach was growling with hunger and I was sick and tired of the long-ass prayer. Brendon’s dad had been at it for minutes and I zoned out minutes ago. I peeked open one eye to glance at Natasha who was sitting opposite me at the table. The guy she spoke with earlier sat beside her and he seemed older when I got a clear view of him now. Natasha and older men? That was new. After the painfully prolonged prayer, I heard a chorus of ‘amen’ and I murmured out one too like I had been paying attention. Noise filled the room again. Children crying anytime their parents attempted to wipe off crumbs from their mouths. Brendon’s baby cousin refused to get off his lap, and another one did not want to get out from underneath the table. If I had been their mothers, I certainly would have been a little mortified at their behaviour. But I was just an innocent bystander and could find a little humour in the whole ruckus. It was downright ent
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