Kianna Dior Gif Novels & Stories

"Ares, this is Miaree. My best friend from high school. You’ve spoken to her briefly on the phone." "Nice to meet you," I said. I let my arms drop from Kia's waist, straightening my shoulders as my professional demeanor clicked into place. My voice dropped into the cold, even register I used in the Vueravista boardroom. "I am Kianna’s husband, Ares France Vuertalejo." Kia immediately reached up, her fingers pinching my cheek with a sharp tug. "Stop doing that! You’re going to terrify her if you look that serious."

So that's what Kiara was telling me yesterday. There were so many images of him on Google. Including his bare body photoshoots which showed his six-pack abs, sculpted body like Hercules, and the dreamy V line. I glanced at Kiara once. Her eyes were hooked on the TV screen. Any woman can fall in love with this handsome man!! I thought. He indeed looked delicious like vanilla candy. What is the name of God I am thinking!! I got a message from Anna. "We are here" "I am going to Anna's flat. Okay. " I told Kiara who looked engrossed watching how Elsa was freezing everyone.

Gabe didn’t even tell her to change, what a good friend he was. Taking up the clothes she chose, she hauled them on and effortlessly tied her blond hair behind her back. When she turned back to face the door, it was already being opened and soon Zique was standing by her doorway. “All done now?” Kiara swallowed nervously as she nodded at him. “Yeah...” “Then come on.” He walked out and Kiara followed him. He was wearing a grey shorts that did not pass his knee and a black T-shirt that barely hid what it was suppose to. It was so tight that his muscles were on display, every step he made caused them to flex and somehow it was mesmerising in Kiara’s eyes.

Dario nodded his head and smiled, "Kiana, this lady will be participating in a birthday banquet tonight. Help her." The Kiana looked over, her eyes flashing with a smile of appreciation, "Alright, I will be happy to help." After which, she turned to Reese and said, "Miss, this way please." "Uh, I..." Reese didn't want to do it at all! She anxiously looked at the man and whispered, "I don't want to change it." Dario's gaze locked onto her, "You must change." "Why?" Reese did not understand. "I don't like your clothes." In Dario's eyes, the word "ugly" had clearly been written there.