Page 83 of Don't Date Your Ex Best Friend
I chuckled, rubbing the stinging area, and took my car keys.“God, I love it when you talk dirty to me.Come on, I will drop you off.”
I knew she was going for her therapy session.She told me it helped her before, but now it was monthly visits, because she wasn’t having any anxiety attacks and didn’t have to dose up on sleeping pills to get a few hours of sleep.I smirked at her, knowing well why she got a good night’s sleep.Kiara blushed and looked away, still holding my hand, which was over her thigh, and squeezed it.
The meetingand photoshoot went perfectly well.When my agent, Elliot, asked me if I was dating a teacher and the bestselling author, Kiara Sharma, I ignored him.When he asked me if I could update my Instagram and post a picture with Kiara for publicity, I glared at him and left.
I would not pull a stunt like that just to get publicity and have my name in the headlines.
Still, I couldn’t help myself and checked my camera roll to see hundreds of our pictures together.Cuddling, kissing, her laughing, or when she was writing.I shook my head when I found a picture of me sleeping on her lap, my mouth agape, and another similar one but with her lips pressed against my cheek.
With flushed cheeks, I texted Kiara, asking if she was home or if I could pick her up.I started my car and checked her reply, saying that she was waiting for me.I smiled, going to the nearest bakery and buying a chocolate cake for her.
Parking my car in the garage, I wondered what we would do today.I checked her period cycle on my app.It showed her fertile window for the next ten days, and she was in her ovulation period for today and tomorrow.
This is it.I will get her pregnant.
Thoughts of how I would tie her up and make her come on my mouth, hands, and dick ran in my head.Licking my lips, I opened the door and frowned when I saw no lights in the living room.Closing the door behind me, I found Kiara in the kitchen.My eyes widened when I saw she was wearing black sheer stockings and my t-shirt covering her body, the hem brushing her thighs.
I sneaked in behind her and whispered, “Hey, Kiara.”
She screamed, turning around and swatting my chest.I cackled with laughter as she saw me and took a deep breath, her hand over her chest.She closed her eyes and leaned back on the counter.
“Hai Bhagwan.You scared the shit out of me, E.”
“Didn’t you hear me open the door?Walk in?”
Kiara pursed her lips and shook her head, blush blooming on her cheeks.“No, I didn’t,” she mumbled.“How was the shoot?Did you make anyone pee their pants today?”
“Not really.Why are you so jumpy?”I asked.“How was the appointment?”
Gulping nervously, she looked away and walked past me, so much so that she even ignored the bakery bag.Okay, something is wrong.I followed her after keeping the cake in the fridge and asked, “What happened, Kiara?”
Ignoring me, she opened the door to my room.(Technically, it was ours as she slept with me.) I blindly followed her, holding her wrist in my grip.I whirled her around.
“What.Happened?”
This time she had enough sense to look at my face and bit her bottom lip.“Promise you won’t be mad at me?”She looked guilty and her expression was wounded.I was taken aback.Did something happen during her therapy?
Furrowing my eyebrows, I rubbed my thumb over the pulse of her wrist, her heartbeat increasing.I asked her worriedly, “Tell me what happened, Bella.”
She looked down and mumbled something incoherent.
“I can’t hear you, Kia.”
Kiara looked up from beneath her lashes.“I may or may not have touched myself.”
My hand froze, and I let go of her hand.She stilled, noticing the change in my gaze and looked down, her shoulders slumping.
That was one thing I did not like.
“What did you do?”I asked, my voice stern as I walked around her, putting down my phone and keys.I wanted to reward her today and probably watch a movie while eating the chocolate cake, but it looked like I had to change my plans.
When she didn’t reply, I turned around and saw her linger on the doorframe.I pursed my lips.“Remove that t-shirt and get on the bed, Kiara,” I said firmly, crossing my arms.
Her legs moved, her shaking hands removing the t-shirt, allowing me to gaze at her petite body in black lace lingerie and garter belts.Fuck.I clenched my jaw and kept it in my pants.
This was not for my pleasure.
I stepped toward the bed and she didn’t meet my eyes, her eyes facing down.I made her look at me, holding her jaw in a light grip.“Tell me exactly what you did, Kiara, and I may consider punishing you less,” I said, leaning down and unclasping the hooks of her bra and removing it.
