Lahat ng Kabanata ng Kiss It Better: Kabanata 241 - Kabanata 250

“So I ask you again, honey.” He smiles, showing his perfectly white veneers. “Is there anything going on between you two?”I’ve never acted before, despite both of my parents wanting me to join the drama club all throughout school, but I somehow manage to force myself to scoff and grimace like the mere suggestion of Keith and me getting together is absolutely disgusting.“Ew, yuck! Come on, Dad. He’s my step-brother.”“Step-brother,” he replies. “Not blood related. I could see you two doing something stupid like young kids do.”“No,” I reply vehemently. “Nothing is going on, Dad.”“And you’re sure of that, Tia?” he asks, raising his eyebrows. “Because I sure would hate for something to happen to that young man if he were to put a hand on my daughter…”The drive home feels even longer than the drive over. The whole way I’m trying to think up some way out of this situation, but nothing I can come up with seems to do it.My dad isn’t like my mom or Carson. Sneaking around behind his back

A chill goes through my veins. Why am I here? What would he want me here for? He could have simply brought me here without the pretext, so why trick me?I get out of the car and stand there a moment, waiting for one of the men to motion to me to come up the steps or for Clint Stryker to come out from inside, but neither of those things happen, and I’m left standing there in his massive cul-de-sac driveway as the Maybach pulls away.Feeling jittery, I glance beside me at the McLaren, parked in front of a garage, its doors closed. This may be Clint Stryker’s car, but it’s still a piece of art, and I’m still a mechanic, and this is the closest I’ve ever been to one of these. There are tools, new brake pads, calipers and rotors set out beside it, ready for the job. I lean down and pick up one of the boxes of brake pads and examine it. I can’t even imagine what these cost compared to the pads I put on my BMW.“Nice, ain’t she?” The voice from behind me startles me, and I nearly drop the bo

Five years later…Having a vision is important. Having a goal. Focusing on what you want, seeing it in your mind, and working as hard as you can to reach that goal. That’s the reason why today, Tia and I are celebrating the opening of my own garage.Today I become my own boss. Today my dream reaches its fruition. Today all those long days and long nights, extra jobs and afterhours pay off. Today I no longer have to answer to anybody. And I couldn’t have done it without Tia.The love of my life, my soul, my love, my heart. She believed in me, she stood by me, she was my rock, my pillar. She held me up and supported me when my dad kept pressuring me to give it up already and join his firm.And things were rocky there for a while. He and Susan didn’t take the news of our relationship too well at first. My dad cut me off financially and forced me out of the house, which was fine. I found myself an apartment right away, and Tia moved in with me immediately. I guess they both thought it wou

Giovanni has a secret he'll take to his grave.He has a crush on his boss's girlfriend.No, scratch that — he's in love with his boss's woman.It's crazy, but he can't help himself. Daisy Collins is the most beautiful woman he's ever set his eyes on. Graceful, quiet, elegant, and more. She's everything he's ever wanted in a partner.But she's taken, and he's not even in her league to start with. Daisy will never look his way. He's only a lowly security guard. She's dating the big boss. Their worlds are parallels, never bound to meet.But one night changes everything.One, special night.A night of confessions that disrupts all Giovanni ever thought he knew.-----------------------------1 - Giovanni.“Let me go, dickhead!” Tonight’s first kick-out screams, tossing futile fists back at me as I haul him out of the front door by his collar and toss him head over heels onto the sidewalk. “You’ll pay for that!”He’s drunk off his ass and decided to grope one of the girls tending bar. That’

I feel safe. I feel actually safe for the first time in a long time. I can’t even remember the last time I felt safe around a man. But this man—this absolute hulk of a man—makes me feel like nothing in the world can harm me.He’s a giant.I can’t even imagine how tall he is, and he’s so muscled he’s about to rip out of that security shirt he’s wearing. There’s something off about his face…like he’s oddly ugly and incredibly handsome at the same time. The strange combination has me feeling flush and wanting to just bury myself under his enormous body and stay there.Parts of me that Matt has said are absolutely off-limits to everyone but him are now pulsing with energies I’ve never felt before. My nipples are hard beneath my dress, and my body is nearly scorching with heat. His hands that grip the steering wheel as he drives us away from the club are massive and callused, and I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to have them all over me.Why is this man, Giovanni, putting