CEO's Getaway Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

I walked closer to Kiara as she softly whispered, "I’ve gotten so used to sleeping in your arms that I’m struggling to fall asleep now."I imagined she pouted in the dark, which made me frown."I’m so sorry about this, baby." I sighed and sat down on the bed, which slightly creaked."It’s okay." She replied, and I felt her reaching out to me in the dark.Her warm hand touched my arm, then moved up as she leaned forward and pulled my face closer to hers. Soon her lips found mine as she made her way onto my lap, her warm legs straddling my sides as the shirt she had on moved up to her hips. My hands moved up her thighs as she cupped my face and kissed me, her hair falling down to cover our faces.I moved my hands to her ass and discovered she didn’t have on any underwear, so I moved higher under the shirt and brushed my fingers over her hard nipples. Oh, Kiara, didn’t you know better than to sleep without any underwear on in a house full of men?I heard her moan softly into my mouth as

Would I make a move? His question repeated in my mind. Of course, I would. If I had to see Kiara for the very first time and knew nothing about her, I would try. If I somehow knew everything about her, I would try. If it meant I would die after a year, fuck, I would try to be with her.I was utterly and completely in love with this woman. All of her flaws, her perfections—everything about her drove me crazy. I loved every atom in her body.I couldn't tell Vin that, so instead I frowned and glared at him."What does it matter?" I asked, which made him quickly raise his hands."I was just curious, man." Vin shrugged and looked back at the house quickly before he said, "Joey and I were just talking earlier, and he mentioned that you fancy her.""She's a beautiful woman; of course, I would make a move. The reality is that she's already married. I helped kidnap her; she has a possessive husband, and fuck, when she looks at me, all I see is hatred. There isn't any hope that we could be tog

The sky was lit with colours of pink, red and orange. A soft breeze blew and stirred up dust into the air. The land was filled with small shrubs, cacti, dry grass and sand. It was like everything around us went in slow motion. I had time to describe every detail of Axels face, and how his body hit the ground. He landed face first with his eyes still open while his blood seeped into the sand. His arms were at his side and his knees bent to the side. He didn't breathe, he didn't blink, he didn't move. Even when Kiara screamed his name and wind flew dust towards us. He wasn't bothered. He just lay there.Then suddenly everything went back to normal speed as another shot went off and hit one tire of the van, making it sink down to the rim. My body jerked into motion as I grabbed Kiara and pulled her behind the side of the van, incase the sniper tried to shoot us. "Stay here, Kiara!" I yelled and looked from her tearing eyes to peek around the door to see where the sniper shot from."

3 days later..."Jason, you have been linked to multiple thefts and charged with possession of an illegal firearm. Not to mention that the judge still needs to decide if killing Ricardo was self-defense. We're looking at multiple life charges already." The lawyer sighed and shook his head before he added, "I suggest you agree to plead guilty." I looked away from him and out the window, where I saw Kiara impatiently waiting on the engine of her car. I had been held at the local police station since the whole Ricardo shooting incident. 3 days and 2 nights without sex. Shit. Kiara would come visit every day and demand that I be released. She caused such a commotion that she was not banned from entering the station while I was being held. I could have left... I was offered bail until the court date, but I refused to let Sue, JB, or even Kiara pay it. Maybe I wanted to punish myself for all the crimes I committed. The real punishment wasn't sleeping on a bench or staying in a cell; it wa

The cafeteria was like a stereotypical jail-style cafeteria. Officers stood around while the inmates on kitchen duty served the rest of us on a plastic plate. It smelled of dirty cooking oil and rotting food that was stuck between the planks of the tables. Whoever was on cleaning duty never cared enough to clean properly, but heck, we were in jail. No one puts in that much effort. Everything was given the bare minimum.Klip and I grabbed our plates and stood in line, a spoonful of what looked like vomit piling onto the plate. Boiled cabbage stew first, then rice on top. I glared at the inmate serving me, and he quickly stood up straight and apologised. Fuck, who added rice last, this fucking idiot? I rolled my eyes and walked over to the table closest to the door."Uh, Jay isn’t this…" Klip asked behind me but decided to rather shut up as I sat down.He hesitated but sat down next to me as well. I mixed the rice and stew together, then glanced up as footsteps approached. Donnie stoppe