Kiara's POV:

What did I expect? That guy has a huge business to take care of. Besides he hardly slept. Of course he couldn't just stay here all day with me.

The door opens shortly later and a male nurse comes in with my lunch. It's not that often you see a male nurse and honestly, he's quite handsome too. Even if nothing in comparison to Dean. Then again, no one can keep up with him.

"Ehm do you think I could have something against the pain again?" I know yesterday I refused, but only because I didn't want Dean to catch on, how bad I was really feeling.

"Sure you still have the IV anyway and the doctors have put painkillers on your plan. I'll just go and get some."

"Thanks", I try and give him a polite smile.

Due to the painkillers and the bit of lunch I managed to get down I feel a bit better, fairly quickly. Which only leads me to think about things even more. Everything that happend yesterday and the evening before which lead to me being here. About all the things my dad used to say to me.

Damn my mind keeps on spiraling now, without any possibility of distraction.

There's not a time I could recall, where he didn't call me useless and weak, even stupid. When I skipped two classes, mum got a decent beating that night only because the teacher had called and thanked for their support and signature. A signature I had forged.

At that point I had decided for myself only being the best was good enough. It would be the only way to get out of my hell. So I fought for myself.

They never cared about my education anyway. Well surprise hey, why would they care about my education, if they didn't even care about feeding me? When my dad had found out, I had signed up for college, he smashed half my bedroom that night. Although he didn't have to pay a penny, he kept repeating college wasn't something for a useless stupid brat like me. That it was just a waste of money.

He even tried to forbid me to go. Not knowing I had already been jobbing and racing illegal at that point, he had no idea I had enough money to pay for the dorm. When it was time for college I simply left a note with his booze on the kitchen table and left.

That was the first time I left home and if it hadn't been for the break up with Brad, I would have never moved back. Sometimes I used to visit them, just to make sure they were ok and had food and everthing. Not once did they ask me, how I was keeping.

I don't think they even realize I have a diploma and have been working hard all along. I worked my way up. No one helped me, but even more so was I proud about what I had achieved. Achieved completely on my own.

When Dean last week was judging me being a spoiled brat, either sleeping my way up or only being there due to my daddy, I felt the bail rise in me. I know I'm feisty and I didn't take his assult without reacting towards it.

But boy I felt like chopping his balls off and feeding them to the next hungry dog or whatever. With those words he triggered everything in me and keeping my temper at bay was nearly impossible. Good job I had training all those years and knew how to stand up to it. And still it hurt like hell at the same time.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's up? Are you so badly in pain", a voice interrupts my thoughts.

I hadn't even noticed how hard I was sobbing and had pulled my knees up against my chest until this voice interrupted me, pulled me out of my spiral for a moment. Steven, my nurse, comes rushing over to me. "Shall I get the doctor?"

Shaking my head I answer. "Nope, he can't help me with this. No one really can. My life is simply fucked up. Well sort of anyway" I sob loudly.

"Want to talk?"

"With you? Sorry but I mean, I don't even know you."

"Sometimes that's the best thing. Talking to a complete stranger can be easier, than talking to someone who is involved."

"I don't know. And I mean, shouldn't you be taking care of other patients?"

"My shift ends in five minutes, you're my last patient I needed to check on." Is it really easier talking to a stranger? I don't know, but there's something in the way he talks, smiles at me and his eyes, that make me want to spill.

Are these heavy drugs I'm on here right now? Because before my brain actually realizes what I'm doing my mouth has already started moving, spilling so much shit. Beginning with the most recent happenings down to my childhood. Gosh am I honestly just freaking out in front of some random guy?

To beginn of our talk Steven is stood at my bed, the harder I sob, the closer he moves until he is sat right next to me, gently rubbing my arms and back in a soothing way. What I like most and what makes it easier to talk to him is, not once does he have pity written on his face unlike Brad or even Dean, it's simply understanding. Understanding and empathy, both much easier to take than disgusting pity.

I don't want anyone to pity me. Never!

"Right and now you're worried that everything you've fought for so hard will be destroyed, because others will judge you on the wrong facts? You think your boss isn't allowed to be your boyfriend, because others will think you only got your job because you're sleeping with him?"

"Yes. I mean look at me, I'm young, I have nothing to offer. I'm nothing special. Well besides my work but they won't know that. They won't see how hard I work. All they'll see is the young girl with nothing holding a high position by dating the boss."

"First of all Sweetheart, you're not a nothing and everyone is special. I hope this doesn't sound wrong but from our short talk I think you're even very special. And I think you have an awful lot to offer. Secondly even if those people think that shit, you know it's not true, your boss knows it's not true. Isn't that all that matters?

Damn girl you've stood up to your dad, you stood up to your boss. Why not stand up to those people? You can either ignore them or could show them how damn hard you work for your position. Either way, you shouldn't give a damn about anything but yourself and what you want and feel."

"But what if things do break apart and I decide to change the company? I'll always be the girl who slept with her boss. No one would take me serious outside there."

"Don't use your fear as an excuse, to stop you from trying to find out if this is the right thing for you. Besides you had the job before you started anything with him, right? And honestly, anyone who has seen those photos from the two of you, will see there's more than just aiming for a good job. The chemistry between the two of you can clearly be seen on so many of them."

Deep embarrassment washes over me and I flush totally, burrying my face in my palms I start to mumble through them. "Oh my god, you've seen them? Why the hell didn't you say anything."

"First of all, because it doesn't make a difference, I would have told you the exact same. And yes, who hasn't seen them? I mean I work together with loads of females who have been gushing all the time over the magazines.

Well and with the next thing, damn I don't know if this is more embarrassing for you or me", now he hides his face for a second in his palms and flushes. "I mean, I guess you know how guys are in message groups. I mean your bikini photos were the most clicked female photos within England yesterday and they are spread a lot in those groups as #HottestBikiniGirl."

"Oh my god this is so dead embarrassing. Oh god I should have never told you all this shit."

"Hey it's ok, maybe I should have told you beforehand. But believe me, I was embarrassed too, to have saved those photos. And then see you here. Damn why the hell am I even saying this? Oh god you must think I'm a freak."

"You did what?", I nearly shriek.

"I'll delete them I promise and I didn't... I mean.... I guess you know what I mean. I swear I didn't do that." He's flushed so badly and is stuttering, if it wasn't so embarrassing, it would be cute. "You're a very beautiful girl you know. And as it seems you have a just as beautiful soul. Don't let others take you down. You've come so far on your own and have earned that job, no matter what people say. Which doesn't mean you don't deserve the chance of falling in love, even if it's your boss."

"I can't be falling in love, I don't even know him properly. It's simply attraction and I don't know.... it's different."

"Call it what ever you want girl, but those looks don't lie", he says with a wink while caressing my arm.

Suddenly I hear a throat being cleared loudly within this room. Looking up I see Dean stood there with a huge bunch of flowers. Fuck how long has he been stood there?

"Well I guess that means it's my time to go", Steven says while getting up from my bed.

Dean glares at him, looking like he's ready to punch someone again. As soon as Steven has closed the door behind him, Dean's glare averts to me. His jaw is clenched hard and his nostriles are flared.

I don't know how much time passes, but it seems like ages to me until his deep voice starts talking. "Care to tell me, why the fuck that guy was touching you? And what the hell he was doing on your bed?"

My heartbeat starts to race at the thought, how much he might have caught on. And his angry glare isn't exactly soothing me either. "How long have you been stood there?" I croak out.

Oh my god, what if he heard Steven talk about the bikini photos, he's going to kill him.

"Long enough to see him wink at you and caressing your arm. You are fucking flirting with a nurse while I'm out? Are you serious?"

"Wait a minute, are you serious right now? Have you seen my puffed eyes? You know what state I'm in and think I'm flirting?"

"Well he sure was flirting with you, your puffy eyes didn't seem to interest him. And I didn't see you fend it off either."

"Oh my god Dean, I can't believe you seriously think I'm flirting. Jeez, he just happend to walk in while I was crying my balls out because of my parents. And after listening to me about my worries. He even told me, not to care what others would think about us being together. And that everyone who has seen our photos will know there's more between us than me sleeping my way up. He was encouraging me, to what ever this is between us."

"He did?" his angry face and frown slowly fade away and a wide grin appears on his face.

"He did."

Dean rushes over to me and wraps his arms around me. "I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions Honey. But seeing him touch you like that, felt like I was being stabbed."

"Well it's kinda cute seeing Mr Sexiest man in Great Britain being jealous because of someone so simple like me."

"Never call yourself simple, ok? Because you're anything but that" and he leans in for a long possessive kiss.

"Are those for me?", I point at the flowers as I gasp for air.

"Nope, they're for the sexy nurse I just saw on my way in. You know one of these nurses every guy dreams of. Short skirt, stockings, oh and that cleavage to die for." Although I know he's teasing me I frown at him.

"Hey just kidding Honey, of course they're for you. I'm not interested in anyone else. Not at the moment anyway?"

"Not at the moment?", I cringe at his words immediately, thinking about Brad and how easy he moved on.

"Well you're the one who isn't sure about this, so I can only talk about the moment. You will have to hurry up deciding, I'm sure there's some hot nurse out there somewhere", a smirk is plastered on his face as soon as he sees me frown again. "Look who's being jealous about nurses now? And how does that feel?"

"You cunt are such a tease!" I grit out making him laugh.

"Oh look who's talking my little bitch, the greatest tease of all."

"Well I'm the one in this hospital bed, so you can't tease me, you cunt."

"And I don't mind lying in there with you and yet you tease me."

"Unlike you, I'm not free to go. As my boss would fire me if I did", I growl playful.

"Seems like your boss is quite a clever guy, should I be jealous?"

"I thought you aren't the jealous type. But honestly, yes you should be, he's clever, he's smoking hot and the things he can do with my body is amazing. The only thing is, he can be quite an ass at times, but hey who's perfect?"

"Sounds like I nearly am", he smirks and plants a soft kiss on my lips. "And I know the perfect woman for him. She's damn clever..... beyond sexy.... mind blowing....and what she does with her body and what it causes with his is the best thing he's ever experienced." During every small pause he plants a kiss on my neck sending my skin and body on fire.

"Hmmm you taste so damn good, I wish I wouldn't have to stop now", he sighs.

Oh I wish so too, how can I feel aroused, while lying with a god damn consussion in a hospital bed.

"I need distraction Kar, otherwise I'll never stop this."

"How the hell am I supposed to distract you? I'm not even allowed to leave this bed just in case I collapse. I even have to take a nurse along to pee or shower."

Dean sits abruptly up. "You didn't take him in the shower with you, did you?"

"Of course not. God, I hate that those photos of me are out there, let alone let some random guy be in the same room when I shower or pee. There are female nurses for that. Infact I still need to shower."

"I could help you", he offers.

"Absolutely not, we're in a hospital."

"So what? I'm just there in case you collapse."

"And you're sure you wouldn't be affected, I mean you wanted distraction only two minutes ago."

He chuckles, ruffles his hair and answers: "You're right. I'd be fighting the urge to get under that shower with you every second." After a moment of silence Dean pulls me a little closer again. God, I already am addicted to his scent. He places a soft kiss on my head. "Tell me what made you cry so bad, Honey. I'm sorry I wasn't here to listen, I simply wanted to shower and get changed and somehow ended up dropping off to sleep."

"It's fine, you badly needed some sleep too."

I tell him all about my memories that came up. Dean is shocked and stunned at the same time. As last thing, I mention how hurt I was last week about his words every time he called me a spoiled brat and even worse when he mentioned my daddy.

"I'm so sorry Kar, fuck I had no idea. If I were you, I probably would have flipped off the hand. Sorry to say, but I really hate your parents", I wince slightly at his words, but I understand him. "That you made your way up all by your own is amazing. You've managed more than most people ever will in their life even if they had all the support of their parents."

"You've managed even more", I give him a wink to ease the situation up a little as I notice how tense things have grown.

"Well I always had my dad to support me. Believe me, without him I wouldn't be where I am today. And I was lucky we had a long family tradition well going company. I just happend to nudge it up a little."

"Yea a little", I roll my eyes about this absolute understatement. "Like you are one of the wealthiest men in England."

"Yes and you know I work hard for it and yet I know without my dad I would never have made it. I think it's important to remember things like that. Just as you have to realize how amazing it is you made it without any help."

"Well, I do. And I'm damn proud of it. Everything I've ever achieved I have earned myself. And that's the reason I'm so afraid that people won't be able to see it, if they find out about us. That everything I've worked for seems meaningless."

"We'll make sure that's not going to happen, I promise you."

A/N: As promised a double update today. I think Kiara is on a good way now, and all her behaviour is hopefully more understandable. These aren't the action chapters but I feel they are well needed.

Anyone who has read my other books, knows I'm a fan with rollercoaster writing. We'll give these two some lovey dovey time though, before shit goes down, ;)

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