All Chapters of Kiss Me Where It Hurts: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Ariana’s POVIt happened in the blink of an eye that my heartbeat stopped for a second. With my eyes widened and my breath sharp, he lifted his eyes. “Vanilla. Mmmh, so innocent.” Then he shut his eyes, his brow knitted. “Beautiful. Soft. Creamy.” He groaned, planting soft kisses on my knuckles, one at a time. I didn’t know why I stood still, unable to receive alarm signals from my nervous system or maybe it was how soft and gentle his moist lips felt on my skin. And his words. The way he said them as if memorizing my scent. I felt something tighten up the flesh between my thighs before it snapped. Snatching my hand back, I screamed. “Get off me!” In a moment, two armed guards burst into the room, straining his arms to the chair. “Are you okay, Ma'am?” The first one asked. Then the other one eyed him before asking. “Should we call for emergency?” With my palm already flattened against my chest, I caught my breath. He only sat there. Calm. Nonchalant. St

Gideon's POV I could hear distant voices from outside, one of them I was sure was Hudson's. “That's final, Miss York. The HR has wired your severance payment to your account.” My jaw clenched as I checked my wristwatch. This bastard knew how much I hated waiting ye... And did he just say Miss York? A soothing feminine voice sounded, and for some reason the temperature in the room became cooler. The tightness in my chest eased up too. Khristos -Christ-. She was here. I made to get up and check, just to be sure she was the one, but the voices stopped and the door opened with a quiet creak. The moment he walked in, my grip on the arm of the swivel chair tightened. When he paused, my ear perked up as if high on alert, like the deafening silence between the second a trigger is pulled before it fires at the target. “I see you're changed. Those clothes didn't suit you anyway.” Hudson's gruff voice sounded a bit too sarcastic for my liking. I released the arm of the chair slow

Ariana's POV She was passed out by the door, her head buried between her knees, and I had to exert all my energy dragging her inside. I managed to put her on the couch before I noticed how carelessly she left all her windows open… That was the good thing about living alone. Freedom. But for some reason today, the sky looked mesmerizing with the twinkle of countless stars. One I failed to acknowledge in the past. I found myself sitting by the window, staring into the bright sky, and I felt a certain kind of peace I haven't felt in a while flow through me. Zoey snorted, making me jump, “The other time… on the phone. Sounds like you were having mommy issues again…” She drawled in that tone I knew she'd had a little too much coke. "You're not trying hard to have those, are you? Cecelia seems great to me.” She added. She lay sprawled on the couch, her legs hanging loosely at the edge, her hair in tangled waves, her mascara causing a black line down her eyes because of sweat. She