Kiara felt better after their talk in the morning. The night ended on a bad note and she just hoped he hadn’t read much into her while she pretended to sleep. Her shower did little to soothe the rise of emotions she didn’t want to feel, but at least sleep did what the water couldn’t. She was actually excited about the day.Chris indeed bought her clothes for the Thanksgiving celebrations. Or rather, had someone else buy it, because the sense of fashion of the chosen outfits was simply too accurate to be his own. The man knew only business formal and full black-tie, for fucks sake. Since the day was divided into two fairly different events, he got her two sets of clothes appropriate for each occasion. She h

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.

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.

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.

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.