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Kimberly… Kimberly Kimberly She was all I could think about as I paddled on barefoot in the house trying to… No, I was pacing like some strung out teenager who was having his first major crush. “Fucking hell ” I muttered as I stalked off to the island. I needed a drink, something strong to get whatever it was racing inside me out. She was pretty and that is what all kittens are called… pretty. With that high cheekbone and the most haunting eyes I had ever seen. It was obvious she probably had something other than English blood in her and that dress she had worn. The way her hips and that ass had hugged it was so becoming and if it wasn’t for the presence of my children and the fact that she was the best friend of my daughter, I would have shown her what exactly I thought about her choice of clothing. I had made a fool of myself and just because some little girl I could birth had walked in and dragged the carpet from under my feet. I wanted to ask Azeena about her but did not want to make it obvious; I wanted to know her age before I made any move on her. She had to be an adult… she must be or I could never… “Fuck” I muttered as I downed the liquid, feeling its heat course down to my belly. I had to get a grip immediately before I did something eternally stupid. I heard the door click and figured my son was back from returning my kitten to her home, safe and sound. I did not turn around even when I heard the shuffling of feet behind me “We need to talk” Hassan said finally “What about?” I asked, still not turning “About Kimberly. You should stop whatever it is you are doing now and think about how Azeena will feel if she finds out you can’t keep your hands off her friend” I knew he had something to say and it was probably because he had seen my reaction to Kimberly at the party but there was no way I was going to allow my son lecture me on whom I could have an attraction to. “Are you indeed looking out for your sister or for yourself” I asked, turning to him His eyes betrayed what I had already figured out at the party when they had been dancing. It would seem that my son was in love with my kitten which was quite unfortunate. “She is innocent and you shouldn’t…” “Corrupt her?” I interrupted He said nothing and simply because that was exactly what he wanted to say “And you think you are the perfect choice for her? That you wouldn’t corrupt her too” I asked Still my son said nothing; he merely stared at his feet while I spoke “Why don’t we allow the girl choose who she wants between us and go with her decision. How does that sound?” I rallied, the blood pumping through my veins “This is not a competition, Dad. I was merely saying that she is just a child of twenty and it wouldn’t be sensible if…” “And now you are talking to me about sense. Did you by any chance hit your head somewhere during your transit to and fro? Do not ever bring this up again” I bellowed My son moved back like he thought I was about to strike him which I did not even think of and then he looked at me like he wanted to say something else but stopped. “Goodnight Dad” He said before turning and bounding up the stairs leaving me questioning the wiseness of my words to him. It did not matter though; Kimberly was mine and she had been from the moment she stepped into my house and I set eyes on her and she might not know it yet but she was and it was only a matter of time before I showed her exactly. I took another glass and no more because I had work the following morning and it wouldn’t do if I woke up with a hangover just because I could not tame my libido. It wasn’t from the lack of sex that I sought Kimberly… far from it. There was just something about her that I considered very attractive and that appealed to me and as I lay in bed with sleeping eluding me, I thought about it thoroughly. It was her innocence and her fire, she had spunk and did not give a fuck who I was and she had told me off. I laughed out loud as I remembered us on the dance with my hand close to palming that ass; she had told me off straight to my face even when I knew she also considered me attractive. Hassan’s warnings filtered annoyingly through my thoughts. She was twenty and as far as I know that is a certified age for an adult, she wasn’t a child anymore and I wasn’t going to hurt her like he must be thinking. How could I dare hurt my kitten; I just wanted to show her a world beyond the small one she was living in and introduce her to the secret pleasures that only I could offer her. I closed my eyes, my hand straying to my hard cock with a groan escaping my throat as I palmed its hard length. There was only one person I could think about that I wanted to fuck and she was twenty years old with the most luscious lips on earth that was begging to be kissed, hips that screamed wild nights and rides and eyes that held innocence so deep, it was unsettling. I jerked off at the thought of Kimberly’s mouth on my hard cock, slurping and sucking and when I could feel the cum surging out of my hot cock, her name escaped my throat Kimberly… Kimberly, I thought, my forehead beaded with sweat and the vein on my neck throbbing with renewed purposeKIMBERLY“Happy Birthday”I stared at Hassan’s Instagram message one more time before I turned off my phone and slipped it into my pocket.It had been two weeks since my mother died and her body was cremated per her wishes.Aunt Catherina had been so helpful with the details of everything while I just floated in a haze of self loathing and anger.After my mother’s farewell, we packed up and left to Italy.I was yet to meet my father’s family. Aunt Catherina had mentioned they were excited to me and were only getting things in order but the truth is, I did not think they wanted to.From what I had been able to gather from sneaking around and eavesdropping on her phone conversation, they hated me. In fact she was the only one who thought it was a great idea to bring the unacknowledged daughter of Matteo Massimo to Italy.Today however, she did mention I would meet my grandfather.Surprisingly, we shared a birthday and he was hosting a party so I was going with her as a plus one. I had a
KIMBERLYMy palms were pressed against one another, clammy and twisting in my lap.The doctor was watching me, his eyes soft in a way I hated. I did not want his pity and who the hell was the woman anyways.“Kimberly,” he said “How are you doing?”How am I doing?I almost laughed. A bitter sound caught in my throat, but no air came out. How could he ask me that when my world had been split apart only minutes ago?“I…” My throat burned, and I shook my head quickly. “I don’t know. I just…” My words caught in my throat. “Where is my mother? I would like to see her.”“That can be arranged,” he said gently. “And I am so very sorry for your loss, Kimberly.”I swallowed hard, my eyes stinging. “You said… that can be arranged?” I repeated. “So she is here? Where is she?”“Yes.” The doctor nodded, but then his gaze flicked to the woman seated in the corner, the one I had not wanted to acknowledge. “That is why she is here as well.”“What do you mean?”The doctor folded his hands on the desk.“
HASSAN“What did you say?” I askedAzeena stared me down, her lips curling in disgust.“You heard me, brother,” she spat. “While you were up here in your little cave, fucking my best friend, her mother was dying in the hospital while the doctor rung her up.”I could feel my body run cold. This was not happening… this had to be some sort of bad dream.I turned to Kimberly, who was still frozen in place, her face pale as death. Her lips were parted but no sound came from them. She looked like she was stuck between horror, disbelief and grief and she wasn’t sure where to begin.Azeena’s gaze snapped to her next.“I hope whatever this is with my brother was worth it,” she said “Because Kimberly, you are dead to me.”With that she spun around and stormed out, the slam of the door shaking the walls.There was silence in that nanosecond as Kimberly’s ragged breathing filled the air.I rushed forward attempting to touch her but when I did, she jerked back violently, her eyes wild.“Kim…”“Don
KIMBERLYI asked myself what the hell I was doing for the umpteenth time that day as I kissed Hassan right back.His lips were so demanding, hungry and full of a need that both terrified and thrilled me. I should have pulled away, I should have thought about Azeena and Asif… even my mother. I should have considered everything this could unravel but instead, I let him reach for the corset ropes of my dress and loosen them, my breath hitching as his fingers trailed down my spine.The fabric gave way easily, sliding from my shoulders like it had been waiting for this moment.“God, Kimberly…” he whispered against my mouth, his forehead pressing to mine as his hands rested at the small of my back. “Do you have any idea what you are doing to me?”I swallowed, my throat dry.“What am I doing?” I croaked.His laugh was low and laced with disbelief.“Everything” He said as he kissed me again, deeper this time, as though he was trying to consume me, to make me forget every thought but him and f
KIMBERLYAnd dance I did… with Hassan whom by the way was an interesting dance partner.He knew how well I struggled with dances and he took his time to twirl me around, making sure I did not trip on my shoes or his.I did not think Hassan had one gentlemanly bone in his body but he surprised me and soon enough I had almost forgotten Asif with that woman… almost.The dance ended and we headed to our seat when Asif cornered Hassan and I.“I would like to introduce my son, Hassan and my daughter’s best friend, Kimberly” He said to the woman in red.Her smile widened as she took us in and my fingers itched to drag itself across that pearly white perfect skin. She was beautiful… stunningly beautiful and it wasn’t helping my broken heart.“It is a pleasure to meet you, Hassan. Your father has always spoken with great pride about you” She brought out a hand to Hassan who took it reluctantly, his smile tight.“And you, Kimberly… I must commend how beautiful you look. I see you have Italian b
KIMBERLYI tried so hard not to cry but my tear gland refused to cooperate with me.I was glad there was no one there to witness my breakdown and when the morning came… the morning of Azeena’s birthday, I lied to her that my eyes were swollen because I had thought about my mother and cried.She comforted me and then rounded it up with an invite to her birthday party. I had to be there and I had to let go of my sadness because in her words, it wasn’t my fault that my mother was ill and I was allowed to be sad about it but not guilty.Hassan knocked on the door that morning to wish his sister a happy birthday and present her of course with his gift for her.He did not look at meHe pretended like I was not in the room as he teased her on turning 21 and then rolled his eyes when she asked him if he would show up for her party.“I don’t think I will, Zeena”“You have to. I do not want to hear it. What the hell is up with you, Hassan?”He cast her a smile and then his eyes met mine across







