Kamari's Point of View For a moment, the dressing room felt too constricting. Tightened my lungs to the point where I was sure I would pass out. Nolan had shoved several outfits into my arms when he saw me again. Whilst Zayan smiled on at the spectacle. His eyes would roam my body from head to toe every time I stepped out. He even stood closer a few times and gripped my hips to see me from every angle. When he did this, I would only look up at him and blush. Tried to hide it but he knew it was there. Everyone knew it was there. In moments like those, Nolan would silently bristle. Hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. But all of Zayan's attention would fall on me. He wouldn't spare his friend a single sliver of his time. "Are you alright in there, Kamari?" Zayan called from the other side. I could picture him sitting on the plush cushioned armchair. Nolan a brooding force standing behind him. Both looked intimidating. Would make any woman's knees wobble beneath her. I gulped
Zayan's Point of View Hearing her voice after such a long time seemed bittersweet. It reminded me of the day she left. The words she told me that ripped my heart into shreds. Even years later, I still couldn't get rid of that sting of pain. The numbness that followed closely. But staring into Kamari's eyes, I knew it would settle one day. Become nothing more than a dull ache. We would have our revenge and I would be free. Together, we could do this. Free ourselves from the shackles of our past burdens. "But I'm fine." I breathed and finally noticed the small space we were stuffed into. Barely any room for me to even move. Kamari on the other hand was dwarfed by my stature. As well as the room beyond. She was a speck. A fucking irresistible speck in that blood-red dress of hers. Her skin looked vibrant. Alive beyond just this world. Giving in to my urges, I traced the side of her cheek with an index finger. Watched as she shivered. Her eyes dipped away from mine. Became half-ma
Kamari's Point of ViewZayan's arms were ladled with bags by the time we exited the last clothing store. No expense had been spared. Not even on Nolan's part. It was as if the two men wanted to outdo each other. Assert some kind of dominance for the day.Nothing but a pissing contest gone horribly wrong in their bank accounts' favor. But wonderful for my cupboard."The last thing on the list, short of buying you makeup, is underwear," Zayan said and placed the bags in the back of the car. Nolan made a guttural sound and hurriedly turned around to look somewhere else. Zayan on the other hand smiled devilishly at me. His burning eyes pierced holes in my face. I tried to keep the blush from running across my cheeks. "Why underwear?" I asked and sipped lazily on the iced coffee they had bought me. My eyelashes slowly fluttered across my cheeks. Zayan's eyes changed slightly at my coy look but he spoke with ease. "For him to take off, of course," He purred in reply but dread settled low
Kamari's Point of View"How about this?" Loral held up a rather scandalous number in front of me.It had lace trims and several straps over where my cleavage should go. Deep red and a small corset for the middle part. But what got me was the part where the panties were added to the piece. By thin ribs of material that would cross my stomach. All and all, it was confusing but dazzling. "That looks brilliant. She can go and try it on.""Was I asking you, Zayan?" Loral snapped.I held up my hand to my mouth, giggling behind it. Only for Zayan to flash me a warning smile. I was on thin ice and he wanted me to know it.What would happen when that ice broke, I didn't know. Although I had a few ideas.Zayan simply shrugged at his friend, his mouth turning down into a small frown. He wasn't used to being excluded, then. "I was only making a suggestion based on my opinion." He said. Suddenly, the floor seemed more interesting than anything else in the room. The former heir wanted me to dres
Kamari's Point of ViewI didn't want the day to end with him. Wanted to bask in his presence just a little while longer. But as Loral rang up the hefty amount of lingerie, I had a sinking feeling our trip had come to an end. We had gotten what we had come for. So many clothes I was unsure if they would all fit into my closet. Zayan barely batted an eye when Loral told him the total.He only handed her his card. Watched as it swiped and approved.I wanted to vomit in response. It was enough to buy groceries for the next four months."Always a pleasure when you come around, Zayan," Loral said whilst handing back his card.Zayan smiled down at her in response and tucked away the plastic thing. "You only say that because when I come in, I drop a lot of fucking money on you. If you truly enjoyed my company, Loral, you wouldn't wait for me to come into the shop. Instead, you would visit me at my house." Loral waved him off with a flick of her wrist. Her smile reached her ears. Guilt for h
Zayan's Point of View Kamari gave me whiplash. One moment we were busy with one topic... The next... I could barely control my breathing. Had to concentrate on the road so hard that I was sure one of the veins in my eyes would burst. Even my knuckles had gone white from gripping the wheel so hard. Maybe it was the vulnerability in her voice or her reasoning. Maybe I was just a glutton for women like her. The kind that needed me to help them. The ones that could barely stand on their own. "Tonight." The word chimed like a bell in my mind. Slowing the car a fraction, I finally dared to look at her. Her beautiful blonde hair flowed over her shoulders. Bright eyes took in everything. The slight part of her lips. If only she knew I was already hard at the prospect of having her. Tasting her. "That seems a bit rushed, don't you think?" It went against my nature to turn someone like her down. But I needed her to enjoy it. Not tremble at the thought of my hands roaming her. She wa
Kamari's Point of ViewThose intense amber eyes kept me pinned in place. Or maybe it was the smirk he was wearing. How he not only dominated the space around him but commanded reactions out of my body as well. Knots had formed in my stomach.And I couldn't get rid of any of them."Leave that to me..." His eyes darkened as he said it. Became almost entirely black. I swallowed. Folded my hands into my lap and refused to look up at him again. "First thing we have to take a look at is..." His hand snaked my way. Fingers pinched my chin and forced it upward. Our eyes locked. "Eye contact." He mused. Butterflies plummeted from my throat to my ribs. Warmed the bottom part of my lungs. Which somehow made it even more difficult to breathe than before. I wanted to reach out and touch him as well. Explore him.But I had no idea where to even start, let alone what to do afterward. Touching wouldn't be enough for someone like him. He needed more. Would need me fully submissive and spread open for
Kamari's Point of ViewHis rejection stung more than I cared to admit. Slapped me across the face more brutally than I had thought it would. And right now, I didn't even want to look at him, much less be in his presence. The light outside was fading fast. Fog had covered the rest of the mountain top. But I wanted to leave. Now. Shifting would be my best option. At night, I was my stealthiest. Only a black shadow danced through the trees. Nothing too out of the ordinary."I'll ask Nolan to come and fetch the parcels tomorrow. I think I need to head home." I murmured.Zayan was still sitting in the same position as I had left him in. Although, now he was staring out the window with a frown on his face. His eyes were vacant. But the moment those words left my mouth, his head whipped my way."I thought you will be staying the night." He said.Nodding, I corrected my shirt. Nervously wiped my hands on my jeans. Couldn't look at him fully. Because he might see that he had hurt me when in t