KEIRA’s POVThe sound of my alarm clock buzzing in my ear jolts me awake. I groaned and rummaged around my bedside table until I shut it off.It was the day I would meet the investors and start my journey as my father's successor. I was not feeling excited about it, and neither did I want to leave my bed.As I tossed and turned in my bed, Natasha burst into the room, a determined look on her face."Alright, Keira, let us get you ready for your big day," she said, a hint of excitement in her voice.I informed Natasha about the meeting when I got home last night, but I was not expecting her to be more hyped up about it than I was. Natasha walked over to my window and opened up the curtains, allowing sunlight to stream into my room."Come on, sleepyhead! Up with you! Your first good impression should be punctuality!" She beamed.I groaned and threw the sheets over my face, which was immediately taken away by Natasha, who threw them to the ground."Come on, Keira, I know you are nervous,

KEIRA’s POVI do not know what had suddenly possessed me to come all the way to Clint's house at an ungodly hour, but here I was, standing outside his gate. The rain was coming down rather heavily, and all I had to shield myself from was an umbrella, which was not doing a very good job.After the meeting, Clint was the only thing on my mind. His words played in my head like a broken record, over and over again. When he defended me in front of Mr Woodridge, I felt slight happiness, which was diminished the moment he denied our relationship.Clint denying our relationship was not something I should have been angry about because we had both agreed to keep it a secret. But mixed with him saying we should take a break and denying me to my face, it felt like he did not want to be with me anymore.I was restless. I could not accept it. I needed to see him. I was craving his touch and his kisses. Without thinking, I had run out of my apartment, clothed in my see-through nightgown. What was I

KEIRA’s POVMy heart felt like it would leap out of my chest the moment I locked eyes with Clint. He had a mischievous glint in his eyes, which was also accompanied by a deep hunger and desire for me.I smirked and rubbed my toes against his groin through the thin fabric of his briefs, which was the only piece of clothing he had on. Clint was a sight to see. I could see how the muscles in his arms flexed and his jaw clenched from my touch. It sent a shiver down my spine."You are playing a very tough game, Keira," Clint chuckled as he lowered his head towards mine.He grabbed the back of my neck possessively and brushed his lips against mine. "You are being naughty. I assume you need some punishment to put you in check.""Yes, Daddy, I have been naughty," I whispered against his lips.Clint moved away from me and propped himself by the kitchen counter. "Come here," he commanded.I rose up from my seat and sauntered over to him. Without warning, he grabbed me by the waist, placing me d

KEIRA’s POV"Okay, Keira, how are you feeling today? Are you still feeling anxious?"I looked up at Clint from the chair I sat on. I took a deep breath, exhaling as my eyes trailed back to the ground. "Yes, I am still feeling very anxious.""Can you tell me why?" My mind replayed the text message, and Calvin's appeared again, along with the photos he had shown me. This was something Clint had to hear."I saw Calvin today," I said, looking at Clint.Clint's eyes were wide, and his face had taken a look of seriousness. "What did he say to you? Did he hurt you?"I shook my head. "He did not hurt me, but he had shown me more pictures he had of us. That one picture was not the only one in his custody."Clint ran a hand through his hair and muttered a curse under his breath. "I had a feeling he had taken more pictures because it did not make sense for him to have only one."I sat up in my chair, worry crowding my mind. "What are we going to do?" I said, my voice as low as a whisper.Clint

KEIRA’s POV I sat in the back seat of the car with Natasha by my side. We had been driving for a while now, but there was an awkward and uncomfortable silence between us. I had opened up to Natasha earlier about everything. How Calvin had killed my mother and brother and how he had raped me. Natasha did not say a way but listened attentively with a blank look on her face. I could tell that she was having a hard time processing everything.Natasha was unusually quiet, and I did not know how to interact with her. It was as if she was afraid to say the wrong thing and upset me further. I appreciated her concern, but I just needed her to say something to me.I needed to know what she thought about me now. As we continued to drive, Sarah broke the silence, "Where are we headed today, Miss Keira?" she asked, looking at me through the rearview mirror.I took a deep breath before replying, "Could you take us back to our apartment, Sarah?""Sure thing," she said, turning her attention bac