KEIRA’s POVI lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling with my phone clutched in my good hand. I took a deep breath and hit the call button, praying that Clint would answer. After a few rings, he picked up."Hey, Keira," Clint's smooth voice came through the line, and I felt my heart rate slow a little. "What's up?"I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. "Clint, there was an accident. I was in a car with Natasha and lost control of the steering. I do not know how, but I could not control the car again, and because of that, we hit a pole on the side of the road.""What? Are you okay?" Clint's voice was concerned, and I could hear him rustling around, probably looking for his keys."I am okay, but my arm is messed up. I think I broke it." I winced as I moved my arm slightly, feeling the pain shoot through it."I'm coming over," Clint said firmly. "I need to check on you and ensure you are doing okay. Where are you?""I am home. Natasha is too.""Okay, I am on my way now."I hung up, f

KEIRA’s POVI woke up to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon. I slowly stretched my good arm and realized I was in Clint's cozy king-sized bed. It wasn't the first time I stayed over, but it still felt like home. I smiled as I recalled last night's pillow talk and his soft kisses on my neck.The birds chirping and the curtain fluttering as the wind passed filled me with calmness. I turned to my side, hoping to be face-to-face with Clint, but to my disappointment, the other side of the bed was empty. I frowned and cocked an eyebrow.Where did Clint go?I carefully got up from the bed and wrapped myself in Clint's shirt, which was too big for me but comfortable nonetheless. I winced as my injured arm reminded me of the accident from yesterday. The injury was a nuisance, but I was glad it was not fatal.I stretched out my right hand and groaned at the slight pain that ran through it. I could tell that the arm was healing because the pain had subsided to an extent. I mu

KEIRA's POVI was sitting in the back of the taxi, feeling the familiar jolt of anxiety as the driver weaved through the city's busy streets. I had never been this anxious to see my father. The thought of confronting him about the text message I had received from my wicked stepbrother was making my nerves jangle.As the taxi pulled up outside my father's office building, I took a deep breath and stepped out, my eyes never leaving the imposing building in front of me. The building had an impressive glass and steel structure with sharp lines and shiny surfaces. I entered the lobby and was greeted by a spacious interior with gleaming marble floors and towering pillars.Making my way over to the reception desk, I tried to put on a brave face, but my nerves were getting the best of me. The receptionist was new. She was a haughty-looking woman with a sharp bob and a frosty expression. I cleared my throat and spoke, "Excuse me, I am here to see Mr. Temple."The woman looked me up and down, h

KEIRA’s POV "I'll drive Papa," I suggested as we walked down the driveway.Papa was about to protest, but he shrugged and rummaged into his pocket for his keys."Alright,"I stepped towards the car door and tried to pull the door open, but it refused to budge."Oh, the car doors are locked. Let me," Papa offered and walked over to where I stood.He stood beside me, his arms brushing against my injured arm through the wooly sweater. I winced and jolted back in pain. Papa turned to me, his eyes filled with shock."What happened?" He questioned."Oh, i-it is nothing," I stuttered."Are you sure?"I nodded, and thankfully, he did not press further.As I settled in the driver's seat of Papa's car, my heart still thumped in my chest as I waited for him to sit beside me. I sighed as I pulled out of the driveway and onto the main road, with Papa sitting quietly beside me. He looked so frail and sickly, and I was glad he had finally agreed to go for a full-body check-up after much persuasion.

KEIRA’s POVWhen Clint invited me to his place, I jumped at the opportunity. We were both occupied with work and school and barely had time for each other. I walked into Clint's house, removed my coat, and placed it on the rack."Hey, why don't we eat dinner? I have this new recipe I would like to try. I hope you have enough groceries because-"Clint's large, bulky arms wrapped around my waist, and I felt my back rest against his steely chest."We can talk about food later. What I want to do right now," He whispered into my ear, "is to have you all to myself."His hot breath against my skin was already driving me mad. I spun around and wrapped my arms around his neck. Our eyes met, and the heat between our bodies began to build up."Then, I will serve myself on a platter, just for you," I cooed.A low, hungry growl escaped his lips, and before I could blink, his lips crashed on mine. He hungrily laced his tongue with mine, and his wet, liquid kiss drove my mind into a maelstrom.His