KEIRA’s POVI was frozen in my seat, dumbfounded at the building my eyes were fixed on. Was I seeing this? Or was it all a mirage? I was in doubt.This building was where Clint's office resided. What were we doing here? My head snapped back to my dad immediately."Papa, what are we doing here?" I inquired."Well, this is where you'll meet your new therapist," he replied, turning the car off.He exited the car first, but I was still glued to my seat. My legs seemed to have gone numb underneath me. Why had the father chosen this particular therapist's office? Did he and Clint talk about anything? Did Papa know? I swallowed hard to lubricate my dried throat."Keira? What are you doing? Get down from the car." I blinked and turned to see Papa already out of the car. I quickly slung my bag over my shoulder and got out. I slung the bag over my shoulder and met my dad.We began to walk towards the building, and hope sparked in my heart. What if the therapist was Clint? I chuckled softly at

KEIRA’s POVThe knock came again, and I began to curse harshly under my breath. Whoever was behind that door had ruined the perfect moment for me. I was close to having Clint in my grasp and between my aching legs.Clint let out a sigh and looked at his wristwatch."I do not have an appointment; who could that be?" Clint muttered under his breath."Mr. Homer? You have a guest," his secretary piped from behind the door."Guest? Does he have an appointment?" Clint asked, a hint of irritation in his voice. "No sir, but he said it is quite urgent.""Urgent? I am busy right now; tell him to fix an appointment if he wants to see me.""He says his name is James Murray."Clint's eyes went wide, and so did mine. We both shared a look, and Clint cleared his throat, "Let him in."The door swung open, and James walked in. His sturdy look had stayed the same since I last saw him. He greeted me with a slight nod, and Clint extended his hand for a shake."It is good to see you again, Mr. Murray," C

KEIRA’s POVThe one thing I had never imagined I would be doing was begging for sex in a restaurant toilet stall. This was unlike me, but my body refused to listen to reason. I had been riled up and needed to be satiated. There was no way I could wait until we eventually left the restaurant.My hands were planted firmly on his chest, and as I slid them downwards, I could feel him flinch from my touch."Clint," I whispered his name.He twitched, and his reaction excited me greatly. I knew what he liked. I knew he got riled up whenever I said his name. I was fully aware of how much I drove him wild. But the same could be said for me. His gaze alone was enough to send me to my knees.My hands brushed against his belt and slid down until I could feel the swollen part of his pants. He was hard.I went down on him immediately. "Keira, do you really want to do this here?" Clint asked as his hands grazed my hair.I looked up at him, and his gaze made me shudder. His eyes were drooped and fi

KEIRA’s POVI wished it was not real. Somewhere, at the back of my mind, I hoped that this photo I was staring at was completely fake and a prank to scare me. I desperately wished for that. But I was very well aware of the reality. The photo was real.My hands trembled as I stared at the phone, owl-eyed, in shock and disbelief. My eyes trailed to the number that had sent me the photo. It was an unknown number, and I could not trace back to it or even text a reply.I stared at the photo, trying to make out the contents.The photo was taken from a distance, but it was still clear enough to reveal my features. I wore my favorite blue hoodie, a checkered skirt, and black leggings. My hair was tied up in a messy bun, and I had a large tote bag slung over my shoulder. This was the outfit I had worn to Clint's office today. There was no mistaking it. In the background, I could see the entrance to my apartment building. The time stamp on the photo showed that it was taken just a few hours ag

KEIRA’s POV"Would you like tea? Or coffee?"Clint asked from his kitchen.I shook my head at him and wrapped the blanket tighter than ever. I was seated on Clint's comfy sofa, my knees raised to my chest. Clint had picked me out of my room and taken me to his place after he discerned that it was unsafe for me to be there.I could still remember vividly how everything played out. I could faintly recall crying myself to sleep, like a baby, when I saw that Clint was not answering my calls.When I heard his voice calling out my name, I thought I was in a lucid dream, and because of how desperately I wanted him, I imagined he was here. But when I looked up and saw his face, I knew it was not some lucid dream.It was as clear as day. Clint was right there, in front of me. At that moment, he looked like an angel, shining brightly as he came to my rescue. When he wrapped his hands around me, I felt myself relax. Clint really was the only emotional support I had.I rubbed my puffy eyes and sun