KEIRA’S POVAs I stood in front of Clint's door, the only thing I could think about was my encounter with that woman the last time I came here. She still irked me in some kind of way. I was mad at both of them and even if I had vowed to stay as far away from him as possible, here I was, waiting for him to answer the doorbell. I could never escape Clint Homer. Something always led me back to him one way or another. I waited for a few more minutes before pressing the doorbell again. What could make him take so long to answer the door? Did he have another woman in there? I would not even be surprised at this point. I would just be beyond pissed. The door clicked open after waiting for what felt like hours but was only about five minutes. He appeared at the doorway, his hair tousled and slightly untidy. The first four buttons of his shirt were opened and black pants hung on his waists. His appearance contrasted the Clint I knew to be well put together. "Come on in." He moved out of

KEIRA’S POVIt was silent at this point as we both sank into our thoughts. I had never seen Clint this way, so disoriented, so helpless, so vulnerable. I had somehow forgotten that even though he was a therapist who helped people with their problems, he was a human too who had problems of his own. It made my heart clench that he had no one to talk to. I suddenly realised how much I needed to drink too. I had had a shitty day, I could as well get drunk. I walked straight to his bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a tumbler. Returning to the table to sit across from him, I poured myself a drink and gulped the entire glass at a go. I let the drink settle before pouring myself another glass. Clint watched me as I downed glass after glass. He was drunk, I knew. It showed in the way his eyes drooped. But it was hard to tell if one did not know him well enough. He sat composed, just watching my every move. I was sipping my fifth glass when Clint broke into a hysterical fit of coug

Keira’s POVWhen I woke up the next day, my entire body felt sore all over from the several tools and equipment that Clint had used on me. After coming out of the bathroom, I realised that Clint wasn’t done with me. He had the stamina of a bull and it was only after I had gotten like three more orgasms that left my legs feeling like jelly that Clint had finally stopped and taken me to the bathroom to clean up. With Clint, even though I have driven over to his house for two reasons, he had managed to bring it down to just one thing. I pulled up the sheets against my naked body as I suddenly felt a little self-conscious.Not that I was complaining. It was the perfect distraction and god! I was so fucking sated and satisfied and I could already feel my body warming up just by thinking of him.“I can see you have woken up,” Clint’s voice said from beside me and I looked up while using my elbows to sit up.His blue orbs were staring at me like I was the best thing on earth and I tried ha

CLINT’s POVI was certainly bluffing when I told Keira that she wasn’t going to her satisfaction. But my little slut was even more desperate.I ended up watching Keira help herself get her relief using her fingers while I used my hand too. That was new for me. It felt like a different type of intimacy as I had lost myself in the passion in her eyes.Even without us touching, we had reached our climax at the same fucking time.I felt like tucking her away in some place where no one could find her. But that was not Keira, and so after having lunch and two more rounds of sex, I escorted her to the door.My living room was a mess. From last night and just the sight of the bottle and the glass we had both drunk from to all the documents I had left flying around.It was a reminder of how Keira had come into my house, and despite being more than fifteen years younger than I was, I had felt perfectly comfortable allowing her to get into my head and telling her things I couldn’t even think of

KEIRA’s POVMy heart was thumping wildly as I took the steps back to my room.I can remember how anxious I had been to leave home. To be as far as I could be from every memory that haunted my dreams every night.Even though school was less than an hour away from here, I had been determined to leave home. But today, my room seemed like it could feel the way I was feeling.Like my life was falling apart all around me, and there was nothing, just nothing that I could do about it.I had gone from telling my therapist that I was sleeping with to play dirty against his ex-wife to realising that Matt was playing dirty on my dad too.It sucked to be on the other end of the table but at the very least, Marie deserved it. But there was no way in hell that my dad and I deserved to be played around by some guy like Matt.On the other hand, though, I was extremely curious to know just what the hold he had on dad was. How big could it be to have even Dad backing off with his hands raised?As I curl