LOGINCIARA
"You are pregnant." "I beg your pardon?" "You're pregnant, Miss." "How could I possibly be pregnant? I'm on the pill, and I take the morning-after pill every time despite my IUD. There is no way those test results are accurate." The doctor stares at me for a while "Do you have your pills with you?" "Yes, I do, Doctor Richard." "Let me see it." I hand it over, and he checks the tablets. He stays quiet for a while before clearing his throat "I'm sorry, Miss Ciara, but these are just vitamins." There's a sudden ringing in my head as I stare at him in shock. No way. All along, I'd suspected Matthew had messed with my things. But to get me pregnant just for me to stay with him? Who on earth does this? I swallow and shift uncomfortably in my seat. "I want an abortion." Doctor Richard stares at me "Are you sure Miss Ciara? Why not take some time to think about it?" I shake my head "No...I want an abortion right now. I will not stay one more hour knowing I'm still pregnant with this child." He nods. "Okay then. A nurse will escort you to a ward and prepare you for the surgery. Do you have any questions?" "No." "Would you like to know how far along you are?" "No I won't." The nurse takes me to the ward where I'm changed while I lie down and stare at the hospital walls and ceilings. I sent Calista a message, "Babes, I need to stay with you for some weeks. I'm a bit down." A second later, her response comes in "Tell me where you're at, and I'd come get you right now." I smile sadly as tears fall from my eyes "I'd come by myself, Calista, no worries, love you." "Love you more, darling." I stare into nothing as I try to stop my tears...I'm an only child with absent parents, and I should welcome this child openly, but I completely refuse to be manipulated and controlled in this manner. I stand slowly and walk away from the hospital, taking a cab to the beach, where I stay, reflecting on things in the breeze. As an orphan, the closest I've got to family is Calista; she became my friend at the early age of six after I lost my parents. Her mother practically adopted me, but Mathew never agreed to them adopting me legally, so I stayed with them all my life as a guest. I avoided him like the plague despite my crazy crush on him, until one day after my nineteenth birthday. I had just returned from hanging out, Calista stayed back with Chad her date while I returned home early. Matthew was apparently in a very bad mood. I should have simply walked away, but I couldn't; my heart ached as I watched him light up cigarette after cigarette pacing the pool, and so I went to him "Matthew, are you okay?" He eyes me from head to toe and then pours himself a bottle of gin, ignoring me totally. "You know, talking to me could make you feel much better." He scoffs and then smirks "The only way you can make me feel better is if I'm balls deep inside you" There's a stunned silence as I stare at him in shock; I've always made sure to stay out of his way, never crossing paths with him " Who's stopping you, Mathew?" For the first time since I've known him, he looked lost and confused. He clears his throat "You should leave now." Looking back now, maybe I should have walked away, but I was so in love with him that I just wanted my turn with him even once. I moved even closer to him, then removed the very flimsy gown I had on, then removed my bra as my breasts spilt free, and he groaned as he hardened in his briefs "You really should go, little girl...it's for your own good." I scoff then walk up to him "What is it about me that even reminds you of a little girl? Tell me you don't like what you see, I dare you." He stares but backs away " I need you to leave now Ciara" I ignore him and face him squarely as I remove the glass of scotch with him and place his palms on my breasts, palming and squeezing with his hands as he groans but still tries to walk away so I hold his cock through his briefs and he screams "Fuck...I gave you time to walk away, you didn't." I ignore him and kneel before him, removing his cock from his briefs as I lick him up sloppily, I play with his sac a bit more before I bulb my head down his massive cock as he grunts then pulls me up and kisses me, he carries me via the back door and takes me to his room as he bounces me into his bed and comes down on me, using his mouth on my pussy lip as I squirm in pleasure but he doesn't stop there, he torments me with his fingers before finally lining himself at my entrance as I go still "Oh..Ciara, there is no backing out after this." I should have warned him, he was my first but I'm so distracted until he slams into me I lose my sense of presence and scream in pain "Fuck...why didn't you tell me you were a virgin Ciara?" Tears pull at my eyes, and he pauses as he dries my tears "Should I stop Ciara?" "No.. don't stop" "Thank you for letting me be your first, I'd be your last." He slams back in, pulls out, repeats the motion, but after a while, it begins to feel so good my fingers claw at his back "You're so tight, and you feel so good" He groans "You're so big, Mathew, you feel so good...faster" And so he dives even faster into me and for a moment it feels like my vagina might snap into two but it doesn't as my orgasm catches on and he cums, grunting and brutally drilling into me. "There's no going back after this, Ciara." I should have listened to him, believed him, but I was lost in my stolen moments with him as he began coming to me every day after that day. I made sure Calista or anyone else didn't find out. "Why on earth did you get an IUD, Ciara?" "Because I'm not ready to become anyone's mother. I'm still a child myself." "Come on, Cici, we've only been together for days, and the first thing you get is an IUD? If you get pregnant, I'd take care of both you and the baby." I scoff "Dream on Matthew..I'm not removing this IUD. I'd rather have us go our separate ways instead." "Whoa! Woah! Calm down, Ciara. Alright,t I'm fine with it if it's what you want. My phone rings, bringing me out of my reverie as Calista's voice comes through "What's keeping you, Ciara? I'm on my way now." I leave the beach and go to her family home because he lives alone and he never goes there. But as I step through the door and laugh while hugging Calista, I find Mathew staring at me from across the room.MATHEW "I need to get back to work Mathew and you need to let Mary come see me at home. You can't hate her for a situation that was never her fault in the first place. It's been two Months...do you want me to go crazy couped in this place?""I'd see you later babe." I kissed her forehead ignoring everything she had said before.I pulled the door shut behind me, the soft, expensive click of the latch sounding entirely too final in the quiet corridor. I stood there for a second, my palm pressed flat against the wood, listening to the absolute silence coming from inside our bedroom.She was furious. I could feel the cold, sharp weight of her anger right through the door, but I didn't care. The image of her lying on that London pavement, her navy blouse soaked through with a terrifying shade of crimson, was a permanent file burned into the back of my eyelids. It had been two months since the shooting, two months of watching her surgical scar fade from a raw, angry red to a pale, silver l
MATHEW The smell of antiseptic still clung to the fabric of the sofa, or maybe it was just burned into my retinas. Two weeks. Two weeks since I watched the monitors flatline, since the doctors shoved me out of the ICU, since I thought I’d have to figure out how to breathe in a world that didn’t have Ciara in it.She was sitting on the edge of our bed now, looking entirely too fragile and entirely too stubborn. The bruises from the IV lines were fading into ugly yellow-green blotches on the backs of her hands. She was alive. She was home and I was so goddamn furious I could taste copper."Mathew," she murmured, her voice still a little raspy from the intubation tube. She reached out, her fingers brushing the hem of my shirt. "Stop pacing. You’re going to wear a hole in the floor."I stopped, but I didn't look at her right away. If I looked at her, she’d see the storm. She’d see that behind the dutiful boyfriend who had spent fourteen days bringing her ice chips and fluffing her pillow
CIARAThe sound of a gunshot doesn't sound like it does in the movies. It isn't a clean, dramatic pop. It’s a sickening, deafening tear in the air that shatters your ears and leaves a metallic tang of burnt powder coating the back of your throat.Everything happened in a fraction of a second outside the London medical clinic. One moment, Mary was stepping out of the glass double doors, holding her purse with one hand and protectively resting her other hand over her stomach where her tiny, fragile secret was growing. The next, a heavy transit van slammed its brakes onto the curb, the side door sliding open with a violent screech.A masked man lunged out, his hands reaching viciously for Mary’s coat, trying to drag her toward the dark interior of the vehicle. Mary shrieked, a terrified, helpless sound that bypassed my brain and went straight to my blood.I didn't think, didn't calculate. I didn't care about the consequences.I threw my entire body forward, shoving Mary hard onto the con
CIARAIt was 11:30 PM on a Saturday, and my system was already rejecting the environment. The club was a subterranean labyrinth of polished concrete, flashing crimson strobe lights, and a bass line so violent it made the liquid inside my crystal glass vibrate in perfect, concentric circles.I didn't want to be here. I had spent the last seventy-two hours mapping a brutal liquidity shift in our offshore accounts, and the lingering fatigue from my recent, uncharacteristic lapse in sobriety was still hovering at the edge of my consciousness but Carlista had insisted that Mary’s official bachelorette exit from the corporate grid required a high-tier venue. Naturally, my bestie had abandoned me at the VIP booth ten minutes ago to negotiate a bulk liquor distribution contract with the venue’s managing partner.I sat back against the dark leather banquette, my navy silk blouse unbuttoned just enough to breathe, my reading glasses safely tucked into my handbag. I was trying to execute a stand
MATHEWI had survived underground fight clubs, I had survived syndicates and had survived hostile takeovers, assassination attempts, and one particularly traumatic Christmas dinner with Carlista.Nothing had prepared me for Adam discovering he was part of a wedding."No."The word came from my son with the confidence of a tiny dictator.Louis looked away immediately silently laughing."Adam," I said patiently, crouching in front of him. "You're the little groom.""No.""Why not?"He crossed his tiny arms."I'm busy."I blinked."Busy doing what?"He pointed at the floor "My Dinosaurs."Unfortunately for him, Mary had specifically requested his participation.Apparently, she wanted the "cutest member of the family" involved in the ceremony.That had resulted in him pretending to be offended for nearly forty minutes."You called me cute once," he'd complained."It was a mistake," Ciara had replied."I'm not cute.""That's debatable."I stood and looked toward Ciara.She was sitting on t
CIARAThe double-shot of espresso I had downed before leaving the Surrey estate was currently waging a violent, chemical war against the remnants of the Kremlin’s premium vodka.By the time the private executive elevator hissed open on the forty-fourth floor of the Horizon Holdings headquarters, my corporate ice was firmly locked back in place. I stepped out onto the polished marble, my heels clicking in a sharp, lethal rhythm, my navy blazer buttoned tight, and my reading glasses sitting perfectly on the bridge of my nose.I expected to see Russian intelligence operatives. I expected to see a phalanx of stone-faced legal counsel drafting a hostile infrastructure merger.Instead, the reception lobby was entirely empty, save for Louis, who was standing near the glass entrance doors with his encrypted terminal under his arm, looking remarkably unbothered for a man whose operational grid had supposedly reached critical pressure."Louis," I said, my voice dropping into that deep, flat pla
CIARAThe air in the Victorian cottage always felt coldest right before dawn.I woke up with the smell of woodsmoke and Mathew’s skin still clinging to my hair, but the couch beside me was empty. I sat up, the cashmere robe sliding loosely over my bare shoulders. My body ached with a deep, throbbi
MATHEWThe safehouse in Richmond didn’t look like a fortress from the outside. It was a low, Victorian cottage wrapped in thick ivy, hidden at the end of a long, private lane that bled into the dark expanses of Richmond Park. But beneath the brick and the slate, Louis’s security team had turned it
CIARAI'm sat in a meeting with my staff where I am completely lost in thought as I reflect on things while I feel the warm presence of Mathew in between my thighs even after hours.The private elevator bell chimed in the reception lobby. A few seconds later, the outer door opened, and a deep, fami
CIARA"My entire penthouse looks like a cartoon ground.""He's got your stubborn streak, you know," Carlista murmured, stepping up beside me and handing me a glass of champagne. She nodded toward the lawn, where Adam was aggressively defending his birthday cake from a French bulldog. "Look at him.







