Dean's POV:

I wake up, feeling warm fingertips tracing the letters of my tattoo on my shoulderblades. While I fell asleep with Kiara in my arms, I'm now sprawled out on her bed a huge cushion in my arm and Kiara sitting behind me. She seems to have a fascination for my different tattoos, as she keeps on touching the different kinds I have.

Matter of fact, I know she likes the Dodge Charger in Fast and the Furious style I have on my forearm a lot. Ha, surprise, right? Funny how my girl is kinda my own Fast and the Furious version. Needless to say, that it's from both of us one of our favourite movies. Only my real version is hot as fuck.

I humm lightly, enjoying the way her fingertips glide over my skin.

"Oh, sorry I didn't mean to wake you."

I turn to her and pull her back in my arms. "It's ok Honey, rather tell me why you were sitting on the bed? And the bigger question why was there a huge cushion in my arm, where you were lying beforehand?"

"I needed to pee so badly, but everytime I tried to move from your arms you were stirring in your sleep. So I decided to replace my body carfully by a huge cushion, so I wouldn't wake you."

Ok, so she's not just a beast, she can be quite cute in her thoughts too. "You could wake me anytime Kar. What time is it by the way?"

"It's nearly 5pm. You got something planned tonight?"

"Nope, I'm all yours. But I thought we need to eat something soon, so I could cook us something."

"Fuck me, I definitely am drugged. And Jesus is this some good shit they've given me, I need to find a dealer to this shit. Knew this apartment was too good to be true. I mean honestly, me in an amazing apartment, in bed with a smoking hot naked billionaire and then he can cook? No way this is real. Damn shit I hope this trip I'm on will never end."

"Perhaps I should pick you up more often from hospital if this is the mood you get into", I mock her. But something in her eyes tells me she's dead serious, she thinks she's dreaming. Which makes me happy and sad at the same time.

Happy because it means she likes it here and perhaps won't rush quite as fast with moving out. And I know she would never take this for granted or see this is as reason for her to be with me. Sad, because the blink in her eyes just shows me how shitty her life was beforehand.

I know she'd be happy with a tiny one bedroom apartment if she could simply call it her own and someone would be there who really cares for her for a change. It's one of the reasons I want to cook for her today. I mean I eat healthy most of the time anyway and if it's not too late or I've had a decent meal at work already, I love cooking. Even if it's nothing big tonight.

"I need a shower before I eat anything though", she says while making a disgusted look. "I reek and well you know after the sex, I definitely need a decent clean up."

If I hadn't sworn myself to take it easy on her this weekend, I'd join her in the shower. Guess I'll take my own and make it a damn cold, I mean really cold one as my eyes rake down her body, she's only barely covering with a tiny bit of the sheets.

I get distracted when she reaches for a small box which somehow magically managed to stay on the bed when we had sex. "What is this?"

"Open it, it's for you."

"What the fuck? Why is there a phone on my bed?"

I laugh. "Isn't that obvious, because it's meant for you."

"Why would you do that? I mean why would you buy me a new phone? I wanted to buy one myself."

"Well because I can and you were in hospital and I knew you needed one."

"But I don't want you to buy me stuff. I've got the money for a new phone. I'm not one of those girls to date a guy because of his money", she seems offended by this gift.

"Jeez Kar, does everything have to be so complicated with you? You're fighting me over a phone I bought you now?"

Stubborn she lays the phone back into my lap. "You don't need to buy me" and she's about to get up out of bed, which isn't happening though. My hand clenches around her wrist, this seems to be getting kind of a bad habit between us.

"Damn Kiara, that's what you think? That I'm buying you? You know what? Others would simply say thank you. You needed a new phone and I bought you one, because it's no big deal for me. And let's face it, you need a working mobile for work too, because you will be out of office far more often in future and will need a fucking mobile. So I bought you one. Somehow I thought you might be happy about it, but instead you get all bitchy. Jeez it's just a god damn phone so calm your tits."

Suddenly she starts crying, which causes me to losen the grip on her wrist and then she starts running to the bathroom. Which thank fuck is on my side of the bed. So she's not fast enough to lock me out. Honestly my words weren't that harsh, why the hell is she crying now?

Wrapping that bedsheet tighter around her she sinks down against the bathroom wall, hides her head into the sheets and sobs like mad. This sure isn't a normal reaction to a gift, ok it might be a bit more expensive than the average gift for some people, but for me it's nothing.

"Remind me to never buy you a gift again, if this is your reaction", I hiss annoyed as fuck now myself.

"You don't understand. Just go, leave me alone", she manages to say somehow between those loud sobs.

"As hell I'm leaving and no I don't understand. There's me thinking I could do my girlfriend a favour and buy her a new phone after hers got wrecked. Really no big deal and then said girl flips off the hand."

"Just because it's no big deal for you, doesn't mean it isn't one for me. I mean the dresses last weekend, yes I was angry but I somehow got my mind wrapped around it. That was also for the business. But this, this is personal."

"So what? And personal? It's not a diamond ring or something, it's a god damn phone."

"For you it's only a phone", she yells back, while tears are streaming down her face. "For me it's.... it's....damn", and she goes back to sobbing again and seems so damn upset instead of angry now.

Slowly I hunch down to her to lift her face again and look me in the eye. "It's what Kar? Why does a phone upset you so much? Why are we fighting over a god damn phone."

"Because.....", she shakes her head and that stubborn look on her face tells me, she is trying to keep what ever the reason is, hidden away from me.

"I told you before, stop fighting me Kar. If we want this to work somehow, I need to know why this is such a big deal for you. You need to talk to me."

"Right, like you would talk to me earlier in the car about you and Dr Pierce."

My jaw clenches angry, I'm on the verge of losing my shit. "That's something different, that was my past and has absolutely nothing to do with us."

"Well then this is my past and it's none of your business either."

My chest falls and rises rapidly. "Bullshit Kar, of course it has something to do with us if you flip off the hand because I buy you a simple gift."

"Fuck you Dean", she cries but it's hurt not anger in her voice. "There's nothing simple about this, not to me. You fuck me and then I get the first proper gift I have ever recieved in my life. You get it? I mean besides the dresses and they somehow went hand in hand with the same, right?"

Dumbfounded I stare at her. It takes me a few moments to process what she just said. "You mean with first proper gift, something so expensive, right?"

"No, I mean like the first proper gift at all. Do you think my parents would have cared to buy me a present, if they didn't even buy me food?"

"You've never ever recieved a present?", I nearly stutter those words out as it seems so unbelievable to me.

"Well Brad's mum used to bake me a birthday cake. And well Brad spent all his money on his cars, so he'd give me a birthday card."

"You're shitting me right now, right? I mean your parents, that sucks badly and I hadn't thought about it, but after what you told me it makes sense. But you and Brad were together for two years and friends long before. You never gave each other a present?"

"Well I got him presents, small ones anyway. He was always broke so I understood. And I never expected any either."

"So I go and buy you an expensive smartphone and you presume the only possible reason I would do so, is because I'm sleeping with you? Not because I simply wanted to put a smile on your face?", my voice is a lot softer now.

God this girl is strong and broken in so many different ways.

"Kiara, look up at me", after a few moments of hesitation she does. "Honestly I would never, ever think of buying you. If I had known what big of a deal this is for you, I would have left it. But this honestly was just meant as a thoughtful gift because I knew you needed a new one.

One thing is for sure though, I might try and keep it down a bit, but from now on you better get used to getting presents. Because that's what I'm going to do, when I see something and want it for you I'll buy it for you as a gift. Not because you're sleeping with me, but because I want to make you smile and I like giving gifts.

Jeez even my dad gets gifts in between from me and I sure don't fuck him and he sure doesn't need gifts due to lack of money. I simply like giving, ok? Especially to the people who mean a lot to me."

Like a little tornado, she jumps forward, throws her arms around me and causes me to nearly tumble over. "I'm sorry for reacting so stupid. You have no idea, how much this means to me. So it's really a proper gift, just like that?"

"Yes Silly, it is. So are we fine now and will you take that god damn phone? Because otherwise I'm going to smash it against the wall."

"Don't you dare", she growls playfully. "Thank you Dean", she looks deep into my eyes while saying that and lands a soft kiss on my lips after her words.

Because we're both naked besides the bed cover anyway, I do decide different to my orginal plans. "Come", I stand up and reach out for her hand, before dragging her under the shower.

While soaping in her body, my hands start massaging her tense muscles. Slowly I can feel how she relaxes under my touch and gives into me. Her head drops back against my shoulder, making it harder for me to reach all the right places, instead I wrap my arms around her and enjoy the sweet sensation of her skin against mine and relish in this moment for a short while.

Reaching for a soft sponge I start rubbing down her skin in soft circles, washing the excess off the soap away, making sure to reach every single inch. God I want to worship this body. For between her legs I reach out for a wash cloth. She seems to draw back for a moment unsure if she wants to let me do this.

"It's ok Honey, I'm just washing you. But if you aren't prepared for it I'll leave it."

Biting her bottom lip she steps closer again. Gently I make her spread her legs to wash her decently. But damn she is so responsive to everyone of my touches. Soon I feel her tense up again. I drop the cloth instead my fingers start taking care of her.

"So needy?", I smirk while pressing a soft kiss against her lips. A kiss which grows more and more passionate. Sucking and biting each others lips in between, our lips molding together as if they were made for each other.

My hunger for her rising by the second. While I keep a pressure with my palm against her clit my fingers thrust harder into her, the more she moanes the sloppier our kiss gets. Her kisses alone are driving me so insane, I think she could get me off just by kissing me with this fire and feeling her body against mine.

Her kisses are beyond imagination, magical and so damn hot, absolute addicting. Damn I need her to come right now as I need her so badly. "I want to thrust my dick into you so badly Kar, I'm aching for you. But I want you to come for me first", I whisper against her heated skin while kissing her exposed neck in the way I know she loves it. Sucking on that soft skin of hers, enjoying every god damn reaction of hers.

She's on the edge I can feel it. My fingers find the right spot and curl slightly in her.

"Come for me Kar", I demand before flicking my tongue down on her sensitive nipple and moving my fingers the way she needs it.

"Oh fuck, yes", she cries out and her knees give in slightly.

I'm not going to give her a break, instead I hoist her up in the air, wrap her legs around my waist and move into her swollen flesh.

I still feel the slight throbbing from her orgasm, nearly driving me insane. I take every inch of her and make her mine, while pressing her hard against the wall. If the water wasn't starting to get cold already I would drag this out. But this way it's going to be fast and rough.

My hand digs into the flesh of her thigh and the other into her neck while my mouth devours hers. Her perfect full lips moving insync with mine, driving me insane. All pent up emotions from the last hour flowing into this perfect moment.

Her tiny hands wrap around my shoulder as tight as she can, pulling me even closer. Loud moans, groans, grunts and cries echo through the steamed up bathroom.

"You're so fucking hot", I whisper against her skin. "You feel so damn good. Damn I want to fuck your god damn brain out."

A moan escapes her mouth. "Don't hold back, Sir", she moans out.

That's it, I'm done. Losing my god damn senses, never in my life have I pounded so hard into a girl. Her screams of pleasure causing so much pleasure of my own, every thrust I take sending like a whole ocean of heat waves through my body.

Holy shit I don't know if I'm breathing at all anymore, my lungs burn from the lack of oxygen and I only want to feel it even more. Deep down in my spine and abdomen I feel the orgasm build up.

"Holy fuck Kar..... come.... god damn come now" I cry out and it takes everything in me not to explode already.

I suck hard on her exposed neck as her head drops back and we both ride into our ecstasy together. Heavy panting I simply stay like this for a couple of minutes, resting my head in the crook of her neck.

What the hell is this girl doing to me?

"Come on, let's quickly get cleaned up and then I'll cook us a meal", I say a couple of minutes later, letting her down.

Once we get out of the shower, I give Kiara one of my t-shirts to wear. I like the thought of her wearing my shirt and my scent lingering on her. And by the way she smiles at me, I'm sure she likes it too.

Her bare long legs, on full display under my t-shirt look sexy as fuck too. I switch the huge flatscreen on and tell Kiara to make herself comfortable on the couch and check out what ever she wants to watch tonight, while I cook for us.

First I prepare the rice to boil it and then chop up some fresh vegetables. I simply want to go with a fresh fried vegtable rice pan. While chopping up the coriander to add, Kiara jumps up and my eyes follow her up the stairs.

Seconds later she comes with her arms full of cushions and a blanket back down the stairs. Perhaps Dustin was right with getting all that stuff. She spreads it on the couch and makes herself comfy. Moments later she looks up at me again. "I'm allowed to choose?"

"Ehmm yea...", god knows if that's a good idea.

"Then I want to watch: To all the boys I've loved before."

Pang for a moment I feel this jealousy, is she trying to tell me something with this?

"What's it about?"

"I don't want to spill too much. Otherwise you know everything already. But basically there's this girl, who wrote love letters to the guys she had a crush on at different ages, she never sent them off. Anyway her sister who wants her to finally date, finds them and sends them off years after they've been written. And well the story is a little complicated, because one of the letters went to her older sisters ex boyfriend. So she needs a way to convince him she doesn't feel a thing for him. And she ends up having fake dates with another guy who recieved one of the letters too and they try to make his ex girlfriend jealous."

"Let me guess instead they fall in love with each other."

"Just watch it."

"It sounds cheesy", I groan.

"You said I can choose", a tiny cute pout appears on her face.

"Fine Honey" and she sends me an triumphant smile.

Kiara's eyes, when I hand her the plate of food, are welling up with tears again. She clears her throat and says a hoarse thank you. Seeing her so vulnerable about something so simple, makes me want to punch some faces again. Needing distraction I grab us a bottle of wine and two glasses.

It's ever so cute to watch how carried away Kiara gets with this cheesy teenage love movie. Most of the time I'm actually watching her, the expressions and emotions on her face instead of the movie. I don't even mind when she puts on the second part. Of course I catch on the most important parts of the movie, but well in the end they all end up the same way so it's far more fun watching Kiara.

At some point she even cries, this strong girl who's been through shit cries about cheesy movies and gifts. Guess this is my lesson about her for the day.

We talk for a whole while after the movies are over and drink wine. We laugh about random shit it's easy, relaxed and so much fun. With Kiara I can talk about so many different things. At some point I notice her eyes getting heavier, while she's resting her head on my chest, my arms wrapped around her while she looks up at me. Only minutes later she falls asleep on the couch and I carry her into my bed, cuddling up to her.

A/N: More about Kiara's personality being revealed in this chapter. Slowly but surely we know a lot about Kiara and for them to grow together it's important. But what about Dean, how much do we know about him?

BTW, if you haven't watched that movie yet, it's a really cute teenage love movie definitely worth watching if you're into this stuff. I'm looking forward to the third part coming out this week.

Tomorrows update is going to be interesting. Shit is going to go down, but perhaps in a good kind of way? Hope I can keep to my writing schedule as planned as I'm in a lot of pain at the moment. So sorry if there are delays.

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