LOGINKiera Hart was a kindergarten teacher, until the day she was the only thing standing between her kids and a man with a gun. Kiera was injured and can no longer be in a classroom without having a panic attack. A year later she has just moved to New York and started a new job, a quite boring job. But before she can even settle in, her boss, William Lund needs help in a family matter… a matter that has her fake married to her handsome icy boss, a boss she was told is gay. How will Kiera handle it when she starts falling in love with her fake husband, not to mention her bond with the cutest little girl in the world, Frida.
View More*Kiera* My heart pounds in my chest as I feel the weight of Will’s grip. He’s not just holding me; he’s anchoring himself to me as if I’m his lifeline. I can feel the heat radiating off his skin, the sweat mingling with the frantic energy coursing through him. I know he’s trapped in that nightmare, and all I can think about is how to pull him back to the surface. “Will,” I whisper softly, my voice barely above a breath, “you need to wake up. It’s just a dream. You’re safe. I’m here.” I tuck my head against his shoulder, wrapping my arms around him, trying to ground him, to remind him of the reality that exists outside of his terror. He thrashes again, and I hold tighter, my body molding against his as I speak soothingly into his ear, “You’re okay. You’re okay. Just breathe.” I can feel the tension in his muscles start to ease, the fight within him waning. Slowly, oh so slowly, his grip loosens, and I can sense the moment he breaks through the surface, gasping for reality. His eyes
*Kiera* I did have fun and I will admit it was nice being out, spending time with a friend and not constantly having to worry about Frida, her i juries and the pending adoption, not to mention my relationship with Will… not that I was able to totally forget it… But in the end I almost can’t wait to get home, so I thank Marissa for a great night and get an Uber. I step through the door of the penthouse, the soft click of the lock echoing in the stillness of the night. It’s a little past 1 AM, and the fuzzy ringing in my ears from the karaoke bar is still dancing around in my head, mixing with the remnants of laughter and off-key singing. The night felt like magic, but now the weight of the world creeps back in. Both Will and frida’s Doors are left ajar, I guess so he can hear her if she wakes or has a nightmare, so I try to be extra quiet as I tiptoe into the kitchen, trying to keep my movements as light as possible. The soft glow of the moon spills through the windows, illuminati
*Kiera* The evening air wraps around me like a soft blanket as I step onto the rooftop bar, the city skyline shimmering under the glow of a thousand lights. I can see Marissa waving enthusiastically from our table, her smile bright enough to rival the stars. This is my escape… a night of laughter, friendship, and a brief reprieve from the tangled web of my emotions. As I settle into my seat, the warmth of our connection washes over me. “You look incredible!” Marissa exclaims, her eyes sparkling with genuine delight. “Thanks! You too… I love that top,” I reply, admiring the way it accentuates her figure. There’s something so refreshing about being here with her, just two friends enjoying the night, free from the weight of my complicated life. We order drinks, and as the bartender mixes our cocktails, I can’t help but let my thoughts drift to Frida. “You know,” I begin, swirling the ice in my glass, “I can’t help but love her. She’s such a joy, and Will and I… we actually work well
*Will* I glance at the clock on the wall for the tenth time, its hands ticking away the minutes since Kiera left. It feels like an eternity. I know I should be happy for her, excited even, that she’s out with Marissa at that new bar… and do not get me wrong, part of me are, I do want her to have fun and enjoy herself, she deserves it after the last couple of weeks. She deserves this freedom, this chance to unwind and escape the stress. But I also have to admit that as I sit here on the couch with Frida, I can’t shake the feeling of unease coiling in my stomach. “Uncle Will, can you believe that cat just jumped on the table?” Frida giggles, her eyes glued to the screen where a cartoon cat is wreaking havoc in a kitchen. Her laughter is infectious, and I try to focus on the antics of the animated characters, but my thoughts keep drifting back to Kiera. “Yeah, it’s pretty funny,” I reply, forcing a smile as I ruffle Frida’s hair. She’s been through a lot with her injury, and I want
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