All Chapters of Kiss Of Their Hidden Truths: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Eva's Pov:As usual, he was late. But this time, it wasn’t hours — it was just twenty minutes. Twenty minutes of me sitting in that old, famous coffee shop near Camden, a place that smelled of roasted beans and sugar, its shelves lined with pastries so pretty they looked like art. I had already finished a blueberry muffin, nibbling at the crumbs, pretending not to glance at the door every few seconds.And then..... he walked in.Kayden.Looking like a stud in the simplest of outfits — a crisp white shirt with the first few buttons undone, a navy-blue blazer paired with matching pants. His hair was slightly messy, as if he’d run his hands through it one too many times, and those sunglasses… God, the way he removed them slowly, his eyes scanning the café until they landed on me.Baby-blue eyes.Were they lenses?Or his natural eye color?I had never wondered before.But today, I did.The moment his gaze locked with mine, something shifted. He smiled — slow, deliberate, the kind of smile

Eva's Pov:The second his front door shut behind us, his mouth was on me again, hands already untying that knot for the third time. My dress hit his entryway tile. His blazer and shirt followed. He walked me backward until my bare back hit the cool wood of his front door and lifted me, my legs wrapping around his hips, and he slid back inside me standing up, groaning into my mouth.The hallway smelled of fresh paint and his cedarwood diffuser. He fucked me hard against the door, my head thumping softly with each thrust, hands gripping my ass to bounce me on his thick length. I was barely conscious, yet I enjoyed every bit of it.He walked towards the couch while still buried deep inside me and pulled out only fuck me after bending me over the arm of the couch, my cheek pressed into the soft gray fabric that smelled faintly of detergent, and took me from behind, one hand fisted in my hair, the other spanking my ass before soothing the sting, his cock driving deep with wet slaps.He did

Eva's Pov:The house was quiet — eerily so. Jenny must still be buried in her work, and Aunt Garcia was likely in the kitchen or tending to Riva. I padded softly down the hallway until I reached Eric’s room.He was at his study table, head bent, pencil scratching across paper. But the moment the door clicked shut, he spun around. His chair scraped against the floor as he rushed toward me, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.My heart clenched.“Sweetheart, are you okay? Did something happen? Did someone say something? Tell Mamma, honey,” I whispered, crouching to his level, wrapping him in my arms.I searched him — his face, his arms, his little body — for any sign of harm. No bruises, no fever. He looked fine. Too fine. And yet, something was wrong. My gaze drifted to the bed, where my sweet baby girl lay fast asleep, her tiny chest rising and falling against Eric’s pillow.Nothing seemed out of place. Which only made my worry worse.“Mamma, I’m fine… I just missed you. I was worri

Eva's Pov:I followed his instruction, hands shaking so bad I almost dropped the phone.I placed the camera on the little tripod stand at the foot of my bed where he could see me clearly, the bedroom brightly lit — no shadows to hide in, tube light harsh overhead smelling faintly of hot dust — and did as he asked."Show me the box, piccola," his voice low from the speaker.I opened the surprise gift kit he'd sent two days back, tissue paper rustling, new silicone smell sharp and clean. The thick riding vibrator stood stiff and tall, veined and curved with a flared base. I placed it on the bed on the edge of my mattress in a way that it stood stiff, suctioned to a small stool he'd told me to use, wobbling slightly.Next he asked me to use the nipple stimulator and clamp it around my nipples tightly. It was quite unique — not just clamps, twin vibrating tips with teeth that bit, chains leading down to my belly button like a small blunt pin, smooth metal ball that would fit snug inside m

Eva's Pov:With a heavy heart, I picked Riva up into my arms and reached for Eric's hand. The cheerful birthday song playing softly in the background suddenly felt distant.Muted.Almost unreal.I forced a smile onto my face as I walked toward the cake. The moment I looked around, I immediately regretted it.Everyone was watching me.Not with judgment.Not with annoyance.With pity.The kind of pity people gave when they knew your heart had been broken but were too polite to mention it. Naina quickly looked away when our eyes met. Jenny suddenly became very interested in adjusting the candles. While Shefali pretended to be adjusting Inaya's hairband. Even Aunt Garcia busied herself arranging plates that had already been arranged perfectly.No one said anything.Which somehow hurt even more.I lowered my eyes.Could they really blame me for being excited?Could anyone?I wasn't some foolish teenager anymore.Life had taught me enough lessons.Painful lessons.Cruel lessons.And yet...