Kiara's POV:

Through my sleepy daziness, it takes me a moment to realize where I am. This addicting scent which seems to calm all my body, totally surrounds me. It's warm a little too warm and I'm being weighed down.

Slowly opening my eyes I realize, this isn't home, this isn't the hospital I've spent the last days, this isn't even my own new temporary room. I'm lying in a dark four poster bed, Dean's scent lingering in the whole room and makes me feel comfortable. Makes me feel things I'm not sure I'm ready to feel at this point.

Dean's arms are wrapped around me tightly, one leg laying across mine, while he is spooning me.

Opening my eyes fully, the whole realization hits me. Oh my god, I'm in Dean's bed, my bosses bed, in his apartment. How the hell did I even get in here? Did I drink so much last night? The last thing I remember was talking to Dean on the couch. He must have....... he must have brought me up here, into his room.

Not in mine, in his. I mean even before I lost my home he wanted me to stay here for the weekend. Well I suppose he hadn't planned on me staying in the seperate room then either. But now this is different somehow. He could have brought me into my room, maybe even slept in my bed next to me. Like that he could have kept his own private space.

But this...... I mean, this is so much more. He's sharing his apartment with me and now I wake up in his bed, where he obviously wants me. Or am I invading his private space now? He did say he wanted to spend a lot of time in this bed with me. But somehow, I had sex in mind and not that he would want to really simply spend his time sleeping next to me.

My heartbeat is racing at the thought, he wants me here next to him, in his room even if we aren't having sex. Or did we and I was too drunk? Surely emptying three bottles of wine together, I would have been quite tipsi but not totally wasted, right? At least I'm quite sure by now, I'm not just drugged and really here. Right?

Dean's hand which is lying on my chest tightens around me. "You ok hun?", he whispers with a sleepy husky voice next to my ear. "Your heart is freaking racing."

Damn he can feel it? Well, it does feel like my heart is going to jump out of my ribcage any moment. "Uhmm yea, I think. How did I get here? I mean in your bed."

I notice him growing tense behind me. "Ehmm well... you fell asleep on the couch. It's not exactly that comfy and I brought you here. I should have asked you, right? Or brought you into your bed. I'm sorry I didn't want to be pushy or anything. It's just the place I wanted to have you, wanted you here in my bed next to me. But I crossed a boarder, right?"

Him being so insecure suddenly is god damn sweet. And oh my god, he really wants me here in his private place. God for others it's probably no big deal, but to me this means so much. I'm not just an intrudor, it's not just about the sex, he wants to lie next to me. He's obviously even cuddled up to me.

Mr Sexiest man in Britain, super organized and extremely hard business partner with awful moods, is cuddling ME.

Dean is about to pull his arm away when I realize I haven't answered him. He probably thinks I won't dare to say so. Then again......nah he knows me too well, to know I would make a fuss.

"I like it here. I was just surprised you wanted me in your room, your private space", not to mention that he rushed yesterday to get me out, at least it felt that way. "The last thing I remember was the couch and I'm surprised you took me in here. I mean I'm practically invading your apartment, I'd understand if you want to keep at least your room to yourself."

Dean chuckles softly against my skin. "Honey the only reason I put up a room for you, is so you can have your private space if you need it. Personally I wish for you to be in my bed every night. I like this", he pulls me a little closer, and places a soft kiss on my bare shoulder, where his t-shirt has slipped away.

God why is he saying all the right things at the moment, causing my heart to flutter like mad? Ok, I better get up, before he realizes how strong I'm already reacting to his words. This is so damn confusing, in one moment we're driving each other insane in the next everything just feels right and perfect.

"I'll just dash across to my bathroom."

"Why don't you use mine?", he chuckles.

"Uhm well, I would also like to brush my teeth." Ewww I didn't even brush them last night, gross I badly need to get away from him before he smells it.

"There are two tooth brushes in each of the bathrooms, so we don't need to chase across whether we sleep here or in your room."

Wow he really figured everything out. I jump out of bed and rush into the bathroom. If you can call it that at all, it's more like a spa temple. God, even the toilet has different kinds of buttons. At somepoint when he's not around I'm going to have to try them all out and find out for what they are. Honestly, only people with too much money would waste money on a toilet with I don't know how many functions.

Hey it's a toilet, you simply need to sit on it to pee and shit. What do you need fifteen freaking different buttons for? Probabably it even sprays perfume or something freaky like that. The bathroom style matches the rest of the apartment. Very modern grey in grey, glass and metall. The sink is interesting it's like a huge stone which has been chopped in half and carved to build a sink. It's propped onto a dark wood table style, where our tooth brushes are also placed on, in clean fresh glasses. One in pink and one in blue. Alright, that makes it easy.

Next to it is a glass shelving with different daily items. He obviously does take care a bit of his skin and hair but it's not overloaded. Good, because it would scare the shit out of me, if the guy needs so much more time in a bathroom than me as a woman.

While brushing my teeth, I take a closer look around. This is the same as my bathroom, a huge walk in shower with all those weird buttons again. And like the rest of the apartment everything is held in concrete.

It's not like I don't like these industrial style places, where you'll also find concrete elements. But this whole place is made out of concrete, the floors, the walls even the freaking countertops in the kitchen.

The only contrast are the dark red shining fronts to the kitchen cabinets and the black leather couch. The leather couch which again is propped on to metall feet. Concrete and metall that's the main essence of this place.

There's nothing personal here, besides some photos I saw from Dean and his dad. This more looks like a show case place and not something where someone really lives. Perhaps I can help him make it more his home. A place to feel comfortable or is this comfortable to him? Well I'm sure going to buy some cushions for that couch and maybe a blanket. If he wants he can even choose the colour, as long as it's not black or grey.

I mean even these towels are black and grey ones. At least there's some colour in my room. No idea, why my room is so contrary to the rest of the place.

Dean rushes directly after me into the bathroom. Perhaps I took a little long looking at every detail.

Well as long as he's in the bathroom I could make us some breakfast. Looking through the cupboards I'm a little confused, there's no bread or anything like it in there. The fridge is full with fruit, vegetables, eggs, milk, plain yoghurt and grated cheddar but nothing to put on bread. I find some nuts and well at least some cereals.

So I decide to go with a fruit salad and some omelette with chopped peppers, chives, tomatoes and cheddar.

Dean comes down, only wearing a very low hangig joging pants, I mean dangerously low and very mouth watering.

"Hey Hun, I could have made us breakfast", he says softly and snakes his arm around my waist. "Although I must admit watching you only dressed in my t-shirt while making breakfast, raises my hunger tremendously." His hand lowers to my ass and takes a handful.

I swat his hand away. "Ui, breakfast to eat, not me."

"Too bad."

"To be honest I wasn't quite sure what to make, I couldn't find any bread or anything."

"I try to live very healthy and resist most carbohydrates. Well at least at home, I have enough of that junk stuff at work. You know a good healthy balance. So I usually do things like you are just making."

"Serious, you're that type of freak? No chocolate spread, no pancakes, no scones or crumpets? What about pizza at home?"

"Only when the guys come around. But you know that I do eat that unhealthy stuff at work, I mean you ate it with me."

"Yes, but honestly you're a freak if you live this healthy", I chuckle until my eyes roam down his naked torso. Alright he might have a point, he obviously works out a lot and keeps to a healthy diet causing him to look like a dream carved man.

After breakfast, Dean helps me get all my old stuff on to my new phone. The flood of messages coming in are unbelievable. Damn even from Brad, I should probably delete them without even opening them.

The ones which interest me most at the moment are the ones from Alex and Sean. It's sunday and there sure will be races on tonight. Clicking on to Alex name I find all the information I need for tonights race. He never disappoints me with his organization of it all. Too bad he doesn't race himself anymore.

I have quite a few messages from Sean. Mostly asking me where the hell I am and if I'm ok? And to finally call him the fuck back.

I'm about to start typing as Dean cleares his throat. "I see, you have tones of messages you probably need to take care of right now. I need to get some work done in my office so just call me if you need anything."

"Will you be coming to my race tonight?", I ask immediately, somehow hoping he will.

"A race tonight?"

"Yes there's always one on sundays somewhere in town."

"You're not going."

Dumbfounded I look into his face, to see any hint of humour behind it. But there isn't he's dead serious. "Excuse me, you said what?"

"I said, you're not going."

"I think that's up for me to decide. And I say I am. I need that money and it's a major part of my life."

"Well too bad, you're not going and I'm not repeating it again. You just left hospital yesterday, sure as fuck you aren't going for a race tonight. And that's final."

My mouth gapes open as he walks out of the door. I don't know what I expected, but sure as hell not that. Well too bad for him, I'm not the one he can restrain like that. Who does he think he is? Telling me I'm not allowed to go for a race. Something I've been doing since I've been sixteen, so seven freaking years.

"And I am going" I call after him.

"Kiara, don't fuck with me. This isn't me asking you to stay home, I'm telling you to do so."

"First of all, I thought you like it when I fuck with you", I retort cocky. "And secondly I've told you before, I won't let myself be controlled."

He slams the door full force behind him and honestly by the amount of glass elements around I'm surprised nothing shattered. Alright he's angry and I know if he gets the chance to prevent me from going he will. So I need to find a way to get out of here, while he's distracted.

Right now he might be in his office, but perhaps he's even opend the door again just in case I intend to leave. And it's nine hours to go anyway. Perhaps I could leave like in seven, would give me some time beforehand.

I mean he says he goes in his gym and swims everyday, that might be my time slot. That's if it fits. Otherwise I will have to go by chance when he leaves for a pee.

I get my black, torn, ragged hotpants on, a pink crop top and stuff a black net shirt in my handbag. To hide it, I simply wear a wide hoodie and some wide jogging pants over the top. This way I look like I'm in for a chill day. I put on some mascara and hide a small mirror, a pink lipstick and my eyeliner in the handbag too.

Now I just need to prepare some things. Quickly I grab my phone and text Sean a couple of things. I give him an address to pick me up. Obviously, I didn't give him this address, this isn't anything I want others to know. Also for Dean's safety. But the address I send him is a small cafe only five minutes walk from here.

As I walk down I watch to be as careful and quiet, while placing my bag near the entrance. Just like I had expected, Dean's door to the office is standing slightly ajar.

"What are you doing? You're not leaving!", Dean calls out.

"Not that it's any of your business but I simply thought I don't need my handbag in my room. I put it down at the wardrobe near the entrance, as I will need it when I go out, not in my bedroom."

I make sure he can take in my loungy appearance, before leaving the door. To kill some time I unpack the rest of my stuff, which get lost in this huge walk in wardrobe. And after that I make sure for Dean to see me chilling on the couch while binge watching Netflix. I'm in for repeats today and decide to go for the Step up movies. No idea how often I've already watched them, but god I love them.

Dean leaves his office a couple of times but I ignore him whenever he tries to talk to me.

"I don't want to see this sulking face all the time Kiara, it's for your own safety." But on his face, there is also this pleasant look, that I'm lounging here on the couch instead of getting prepared. Which means the distraction is working.

"For your own safety", I mock with a scowl.

"And get rid of that attitude", ha, you'll see what kind of attitude I have.

"My dad will be coming in the late afternoon or early evening, we've got some private business to discuss."

"No problem I'll be out of the way. I can go in my room, or leave the house whatever", this is my chance.

"Nah it's fine, we'll be in my office, you can rest here in peace."

Even better close to the entrance and if it's private business I'm sure they'll close the door. I go back to ignoring Dean after our short conversation, letting him know how pissed I am.

At just before six the doorbell rings. Dean lets his father in and I get up from the couch and walk over to greet him. That's the right and polite thing to do, right?

"Hello Mr Arlington", suddenly I realize how I look like and stutter. "Oh I-I-I'm sorry...I should have gotten changed. It's only Dean....well uhm he wanted me to have a quiet day in to relax."

He laughs, a really heart melting warm laugh. "It's fine Kiara, we're not at work. And please call me Brent. After all you and Dean are dating now, right?"

"Uhm yes, we are. Even if it wasn't my intention, I mean I wouldn't take advantage..."

He cuts me off. "It's fine Kiara really. Somehow, I knew from the start, this would be a possibility. You might not know it. But I like to route for people to be equal and usually no one would dare to stand up to Dean. I think you'll be good for each other, even if you want to kill each other", he laughs.

Oh he has no idea, but I join in in his laughter. Not knowing how long they will be speaking I decide to text Sean immediately once Brent and Dean have left into his office. We'll be meeting up at the cafe in about twenty minutes.

Sneaking out was easier than I thought. I left the TV on, so the noises would stay the same. At the cafe I wait a little anxious hoping, Dean hasn't realized yet. He's going to get angry, like really angry, but well his tough luck. He can't tell me what to or not to do.

As soon as Sean pulls up with my car I'm relieved. Thank god he's always got some spare keys to my cars and garage.

"Care to share where you've been and why you're so sneaky right now?"

"Short version, been thrown out of my parents, been in hospital and right now I'm sneaking out on the guy I'm staying with, as he doesn't want me in the race tonight."

Sean has known me for many years too and knows things have never been easy for me. I used to call him, Brad and Nora my family. Well now it's only the two of us left.

"So it's true what the magazines say? I mean jeez that look in his eyes last week, he was ready to kill me and all the other guys. Only at that moment I didn't realize who the hell he was. Baby you're so lucky, I'd die for a guy like him."

No need denying anything in front of Sean, he can read right through it with me anyway.

"Yes, it's true, Sean, don't dare tell anyone though. And could we please get going. I don't want him to turn up here any second dragging me back." Because there's no doubt he would. He'd probably even throw me over his shoulder.

Once we're far enough away I tell Sean to stop the car, so I can get changed and my make up prepped up.

"I see you came well prepared. For a moment I was worried, you'd go in hoodie and jogging pants today", he chuckles. As soon as I'm finished he turns to me. "Hell Honey, if I wasn't gay, I'd rail ya right here. You look hot as fuck. You might even get a gay guy to over think his feelings."

I can't help but laugh out loud when my best friend whistles lowley. He's always given me the best advice on hot outfits. Which Brad never liked anyway. We decide to take a small snack before we head in the direction we need to.

While we are eating, my phone starts ringing. "Shit", I mutter. The race hasn't even started yet and he's noticed. I ignore the first about twenty calls until Sean gets fed up and picks up the phone and presses it against my ear.

"Where the hell are you?"

"Out."

"I fucking told you not to go to the race."

"Well I'm not even at the race right now, I'm having a snack with Sean."

"And where would that be?"

"Obviously somewhere where you're not."

"Don't mess with me Kiara, I warned you", I hang up.

My phone buzzes half a dozen of times after that. But I've switched it on mute. Don't mess with me Dean. Told you before I'm not going to be controlled.

Arriving at the place we're all meeting up, as always, I'm excited. The adrenaline flushes my veins as soon as I see all the cars and people around it. This is always like a massive party before the actual race. No idea how Alex always manages to organize things, without us being caught.

"Hey Kiara, heard Brad is history, if you need to be decently laid just give me a call."

"Ha you don't even know how to decently lay a woman Colin." I shout out. This is the usual thing I deal with here. But no one gets pushy with it and they all know better than to mess with me. I'll beat all their asses. They won't stop trying to convince me though.

And I love the fact, how I can play around with them like little toys. Honestly all the boys are the same, put a girl in a sexy outfit and they can't think straight anymore and lose their focus.

At least that's the majority of experience I've made, especially here.

"You look hot as always", I hear a familiar voice close to me, too close. He snakes his arm around me.

Although I'm angry and feel disgusted, there's one thing that is priceless right now, the look on Nora's face. Yes see bitch, you mean nothing to him. Which doesn't mean I want him back in anykind of way.

"Get your hands off me", I say in a very serious tone and try to brush him off.

"You know we belong together. I'm sorry about everything and I know you didn't mean what you said on tuesday, you were simply angry."

Gosh how could I stick around this guy for so long? Either he's so damn stupid or I was too damn stupid to put up with him. His grip on me tightens and he tries to push himself against me.

"Get the fuck, off me Brad. You're history and you know it."

"I can't Baby and you know it. You belong to me."

Before I can say another word, I feel him being pulled off me. "She told you to get the fuck off her", Dean growls angry while throwing Brad to the ground. How the hell did he find me?

"And you", he aims at me angry, jeez he's really angry. "You're not even supposed to be here, right?"

"You don't own me, you can't tell me what to do. You know exactly you can't restrain me."

"You sure about that?", he whispers lowly for only me to hear it while he pulls me flush against him and grabs my ass full force. "I told you something and you aren't fucking keeping to it." His actions are heated, but there's no looking past the massive anger written all over his face.

Damn I shouldn't be so turned on by this, but the truth is I am. Until my anger gets the upper hand again when Dean tries to make me come along. I manage to get out of his grip and step into my car, locking the door before he can get hold of me.

"Get the fuck out of the car", he yells. "You're not going to race tonight."

"Fuck you Dean, I do what I want and when I want", I yell loud enough for him to hear it through the tiny space I opend on the window. And for a moment I'm not sure if he'll smash it, to prevent me from racing.

Brad comes walking up from behind and I see how angry he is. Both guys seething with anger give me the chance to get away from here, line my car up for the race starting in a couple of minutes. In my rear mirror, I can see the two on the ground fighting like some hormonal teenagers.

Both idiots.

A/N: Dean's definitely wrong if he thinks he can make Kiara do what he wants her to do. By now he should know better.

What do you think is going to happen next? Who's going to win this fight?

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