All Chapters of Kiss Me Where It Hurts: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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 swe

Ariana’s POV Mr. Ferrari was the Gideon? Our eyes met, and my heart dropped to my stomach. “Hi Ariana, your mom couldn't stop talking about her little princess. Come here, let me see you.” He said. Looking to Mom, I caught the slight frown in her expression, but my gaze settled on Gideon. His jaw stretched as a slow smile spread his lips. “Come closer, Malyska. Don’t be shy.” Shy? I coughed a laugh. Mom released him, stepping closer to me, she held my wrist as she pulled me to him. “Oh, she’s not. She’s just processing the new environment. Right, baby?” Mom asked with a pinched smile. When I didn’t say anything, she tweaked my wrist. Pressing my lips together, I blinked to distract myself from the sting in my flesh. A hand suddenly reached for my arm, touching me lightly and I flinched. “Are you okay, Milaya?” I looked up to find Gideon's eyes searching mine. By that time, Mom had already released her grip on me. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing

Ariana's POV My stomach dropped as he slipped out the name. “How do you know that?” First things first, Mom could have said Dad’s name during a conversation with him, but the other thing he said was about the pet name. Mom never told me any of that. Or maybe we weren’t close enough to share that kind of conversation. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he turned away. “Your mom told me. It's a shame she doesn't call you that.” Of course, typical mom. Something nasty settled at the pit of my belly as I'm reminded that Mom even had intimate conversations with people she just met. Not me, whom she's known all her life. “Excuse me.” I muttered, disappearing through the door. I suddenly lost the urge to squeeze the truth out of this man. Now all I wanted to do was be away from him. Even if my core clenches each time he calls me ‘Milaya’ or ‘Malyshka’ or when he roams those dark gray eyes over me, I still need to stay far away from him. He's Mom's fiancé. My futu