Tom's POV
When she left my office, I didn't want to go after her. She seemed afraid. Why did she say that? What is the reason that made her think I'll ever hit her? There was no way in the world that I'd ever hit a woman, if she doesn't give enought of a reason to do it. Vincent came into the office. "Hey, I saw Kiara, running to her room, sobbing herself. What happened?" "What? She was crying? I didn't see that. We had a little argument and that's all." I said. I didn't want to tell Vincent, yet. Not until I figured out what happened and what made her feel like I was going to do such a thing to her. "Are you sure? She was sobbing. We've seen her cry, but this time... it wasn't like the other ones." He pointed back. "I don't know, brother. I will talk to her, later. I have some work to do now." He nodded and and soon he left. I sat on my chair behind the desk and opened the folder with Kiara's data. It had her family line, phone number, email address, the place she lives, and her birthday.As I started reading I noticed the list of partners she had over the years, but there was only one - Finn Wellington. He had blue eyes and dark hair, and his body was covered in tattoos. The only available information was his name and his age, nothing more. I got my phone and called a friend of mine. I told him that I wanted to get all the information with details about this guy and I hung up.Maybe that was the reason, she was that afraid. I opened my laptop and opened the camera I put in Kiara's room before she came. She was lying down on one side of her bed, bawling . I watched her every day, so I could keep an eye on her. She was a good girl, 'till yesterday and stayed in her room, almost the whole day. Sometimes she danced, sometimes she cried, well usually she cried. Sometimes she was telling Valentina how much she hated me and wished, she never went to that café, but the truth is that I'd been spying on her for a year and I was going to get her that day, even if she was at a library, or a shop, or maybe even in her own apartment. After a couple of minutes, she stood up and began undressing herself. I didn't know what she was going to do, but I felt my cock getting hard. I left the office and went downstairs to get a drink. I sipped myself some whiskey and got back in my room. I wasn't planning on watching her getting naked, so when I got to the room I got to my desk to turn off my laptop. Just when I was about to close the machine, I saw her lying down on the floor, fully relaxed. I felt like something was off, so I went to check on her. When I got there I saw Kiara in her underwear, not even moving a muscle in her body. I yelled Valentina's name and she came not even a second later. She saw my face and figured that something was going on. I grabbed a dress from her closet to put on her and put her back on her bed. She had heart problems, but I didn't know if there was anything to do with that. "I'll go to my office for a little bit. Call me if there's anything, okay?" She nodded and I went back to my working room. I opened my laptop and looked at the camera video, it took earlier, while I was downstairs. I saw how she started to undress herself and after she stood up from the bed, she looked at one point on the floor. She reached for something and as she made a step, she fell. I got out of my office and went into the garden. I got one cigarette and lit it. I put the fag end between my lips and pulled as hard as I could. I started thinking about our conversation earlier. What if it affected her? What if she was scared of me? When I finished the cigarette, I went back to her room. Valentina was still there, putting a blanket on Kiara to keep her warm. "I'll stay with her, you can go," I told her. She nodded and left. I sat down on the floor, leaning my back against the bed. I looked at her relaxed, beautiful face. Her hair was dark brown with dark pink lips. I hated the fact that there was something that there was something that drew me to Kiara more and more, everytime I looked at her. Hours and hours went by and she still wasn't awake, but I wasn't going to move from here. I told Betty to bring me some whiskey and I did some work while waiting for Kiara to wake up. After a while, she finally woke up. She straightened her back and sat on the bed. She looked at me shocked and brushed her messy hair with her fingers. "What are you doing here?" She looked around "What happened?" "You passed out." I looked in her green eyes. "I'll call the doctor. We have to figure out what happened, so we can avoid that." I stood up and got my phone. "How long have you been here?" She asked and went to the bathroom to look at her in the mirror. "From about five minutes, not more. Don't worry." I called the doctor and told him to come. "Wait" she turned to look at me "Did you find me? Was I in my underwear?" Oh, so now she starts to remember. "No, Valentina saw you and she came to tell me." I lied. "Oh, okay." She went to the bathroom and brushed her hair and teeth. Soon, she came back. "Aren't you going to get out? I'm good now." She insisted. "No, little bird. I'm going to wait with you until the doctor comes." She rolled her eyes and came back to bed. "You know, I don't need your help. I'd rather die, than get help from you." She turned her head to look at me. "I don't say you need it. I don't care, I'll stay." She got one of her books and sat next to me. Soon, the doctor came. "Hello, I'm Doctor Therfield. Nice to meet you, Ms.Davis." He smiled and shook her hands. I was standing against the wall, watching with crossed hands in front of my chest. "Hi. I don't remember what happened, I just woke up on the bed." "She fell. Valentina called me and I came to pick her up. That's all. We had a little conversation earlier, I don't know if that could have affected her." I said. "Okay, I will have a look at you. May you pull up or down your dress, so I can check you." She looked at me. I turned around and my eyes faced the wall. "Take a deep breath, Ms. Davis" I heard her breathing loudly. "Okay, thank you." I turned back. "Have you eaten today?" The doctor asked her. "I- uh..No, I haven't." She massaged her neck and looked at me. I faced her with a cold gaze and called Betty to make her something to eat. "Ms. Davis, Mr. Barton told me about your heart problems. Try to avoid stress and please eat. It is not that serious, but if something happens, please call me." "Okay, thank you." He nodded and left. I thanked him for showing up and went back to Kiara. Betty came and gave her the food. I sat next to her as she put the fork in her mouth and began eating. "Why didn't you eat?" I asked. She shrugged. "I don't know. I wasn't hungry, I guess." I stood up and got the book, she was reading earlier. "Don't touch that!" She tried to grab it from my hands, but I pulled back. I began reading. "He kissed me softly while undressing me with his naked hands. I mounted as he put me on the bed.." I looked at her with a smirk and closed the book "Too bad.." "What?" She looked at me confused. "I'm not that kind in bed. I like to be hard with my prey" “Who said I don’t want it hard?” She answered. I smiled and went to the door “Eat your meal, little bird. I’ll be in my office, feel free to come if you need anything.” I left.Kiara’s POV I woke up in the middle of the night with a weight in my chest I couldn’t explain. Like something was pressing down on me from the inside, like my body had been screaming at me in my sleep. My breath came in short, sharp bursts. I blinked into the dark room, trying to find something familiar—anything grounding.But the darkness didn’t soothe. It only deepened the feeling that someone was watching.I didn’t even check the time. I didn’t care. My bare feet hit the floor, cold against the tiles, and I pushed myself toward the bathroom as if sleep were something I’d never find again.I flipped the light on and stared at my reflection. My face looked pale, hollow even. The kind of tired that sleep doesn’t fix. My eyes were darker, the circles underneath them bruised by too many nights like this.I turned the faucet on and let the cold water run over my hands before splashin
Tom's POV As soon as Kiara stormed off to her room, the door slamming shut behind her like a damn punctuation mark, I didn’t follow. I didn’t call out, didn’t flinch. Let her run. Let her slam every door in the house if that made her feel like she still had some control.The silence she left behind wasn’t new. It was familiar. Expected. Heavy, sure—but not unbearable. Not for me.I turned and walked toward my office, shutting the door behind me with a quiet finality. In here, things made sense. No unpredictable emotions, no sharp-tongued accusations. Just facts. Strategy. Power. The walls were lined with my weapons, my files, and the truth no one else could handle. In this space, I wasn’t a man fighting with a girl I couldn’t stay away from—I was what I was meant to be: in control.I dropped into my chair, already pulling out my phone before I hit the leather. My fingers moved on instinct, dialing before the thought even formed completely. Finn. I needed updates. Something was off, a
Kiara's POV I stepped into the house, the cool silence of the kitchen wrapping around me like a thick blanket. The glass of water I poured seemed to do little to ease the tightness in my chest, the unease gnawing at the edges of my thoughts. Why would Tom let his people do such a thing? The question circled in my mind, unanswered, as his actions played out repeatedly in my head. What was he trying to prove? He wanted me to be one of them—one of those soldiers, obedient and silent, trapped in his web of control. But I wasn’t one of them, and he knew that. His efforts to break me only pushed me farther away, showing me the kind of person he truly was—a man to be feared, not trusted. I couldn’t understand what he thought he could win, but I could feel the weight of his power pressing down on me, reminding me that in his world, submission was the only choice.I turned to put the cup of water back in the sink, but the moment I moved, I saw him—Tom—standing just inches away from me. His pr
Tom's POVAs soon as the clock struck two hours after I dropped Kiara off at her old apartment, a rush of urgency surged through me. I climbed into my car, the engine roaring to life, and pressed the accelerator, desperate to reach her. The thought of her wandering out there without me consumed my mind, igniting a wild mix of anger and anxiety within me. Although I had dispatched my bodyguards to keep an eye on her, I couldn’t shake the feeling of mistrust. I had learned the hard way that relying on others often led to disappointment. Life felt like an endless nightmare, indifferent to our struggles, relentlessly pushing and tearing us down. Yet amidst this chaos, I understood one crucial truth: I held the reins of my own destiny. It was within my power to tip the scales for better or worse. In the grand tapestry of existence, we’re faced with choices at every turn, and how we navigate those choices is entirely up to us. The weight of that realization settled on me - I was my saviour
Kiara's POVPhone rings''Yes?'' I said, putting on my red lipstick.''Hey, Ki. I've almost finished work, are you ready?"''Yes, I-'' Fuck, she doesn't know about this. ''I have to... I spilled coffee on my shirt, I have to pick a new one, I'll call you later.'' I couldn't tell her I no longer lived in this apartment on the phone. I hung up and grabbed my Birkin.As I made my way downstairs, I caught sight of Tom standing there, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that made my heart race. His eyes sparkled with admiration, and I could sense a flicker of desire simmering beneath the surface. A warm rush of satisfaction washed over me; I had anticipated this reaction all along, which was precisely why I had chosen to dress in such an alluring way. The fabric hugged my curves, and with each step, I could feel the weight of his attention, a silent affirmation of my effect on him. I loved that.As I approached him, his look started to change into a more serious face. "You are not going
Kiara's POVWhen I woke up this morning, the first thing I did was reach for my phone, and my thoughts were already on the day ahead. Without wasting a moment, I texted Lana, asking her when were and where we planning to meet, eager to finalize my plans.Within minutes, Lana replied, suggesting we meet at 3 p.m. in front of my apartment- well, my old apartment, to be exact. She said that she had some plans for the evening, so she wanted to see me earlier. Once we were together, she said, we could figure out where to go from there. It felt strange, knowing I'd be waiting in front of a place that used to be mine until Tom came into my life, but I pushed the thought aside and focused on our upcoming plans.I made my way to Tom's office, ready to update him on the schedule. As I reached his door I paused for a moment before knocking. After a few seconds, the door swung open, revealing Tom standing there, dressed casually yet still polished enough for a work setting. His eyes met mine, and