Page 51 of Unfolding Kiara

Kiara moved into the guest room I had offered. She was stubborn, but I was persistent, and the school was much closer to my house. We had agreed on her paying the rent for her stay until she found a place of her own. I didn’t mind. She could stay as long as she wanted.

For the next week, I helped her move into the room next door while she helped me with the school stuff. Being a swim coach to kids was fun and stressful. I loved to teach them new swim strokes, but I had to stay on my toes all the time. Still, I enjoyed it.

But what I didn’t enjoy was seeing Kiara in tight dresses or formal pants every day. When she turned to grab the mug from the cabinet, I couldn’t help my eyes when they fell down to her tight ass in the form-fitting trousers or skirts. I closed my eyes and mentally groaned when I felt a twitch in my sweatpants.

Not now, Eiffel. Stay down.

I came back from the gym and saw Kiara making eggs and bacon for both of us. I tried to avoid seeing her in the morning because I had to take a cold shower and stop my mind from thinking about her or her body. She didn’t need to know about my cold showers and what I did in them.

It had been a month since she called off her wedding.

The wedding that was supposed to happen today.

I cleared my throat and thanked her for breakfast. We had fallen into our usual routine of making breakfasts for each other. We rarely had lunch together as she would either be in the school or have a lunch date with Anya and Katherine. She invited me, but I would either have photoshoot gigs or swim practice that I couldn’t miss. We would either cook dinner together or order takeout and watch a movie on the couch with beers.

It almost felt like old times.

Almostbecause when she would lean over me to grab the remote of the television while we are on the couch, I would feel the brush of her chest on my arm and mentally groan every time I saw the cleavage from her t-shirt. Then I would eat the dinner with a pillow on my lap while she critiqued the main characters of the movie.

“What is your plan for tonight?” I asked, eating up the last part of my eggs.

She looked at me, her amber eyes seemed distracted and her lips were in a sad frown. I clenched the fork. She was still not over him. That stupid jerk who decided it was a good idea to hide that he has a son. I hated him when he made Bella cry in the hallway and thought she would accept him after hiding such a big thing.

“Why? It’s a usual weekday.” Her voice was clipped.

I reached for her hand and held it. When she looked at me, her eyes were guarded, but she let me rub my thumb on her pulse point.

“How about we have some Indian cuisine tonight? Panner Butter Masala with tandoori naan?”

Her eyes lit up and a small smile tugged her lips, “You want to have Indian tonight?”

“Mmhmm. I will cook.”

Her eyebrows raised, “You will cook Indian?”

“I may or may not have taken some cooking classes after university,” I brushed my lips on her knuckles, noticing the sharp intake of breath. The thin white blouse tightened across her chest and I forced myself to think about sharks. “So, it’s a deal. Tonight, Chef Ethan will cook for you.”

Kiara squeezed my hand. “You don’t have to do all this, Ethan. I will help you with dinner.”

She kissed my cheek before taking her handbag and walking out of the house. I sat there, staring at the empty stool where she had been sitting a few moments ago. I touched my flushed cheek where I could feel the slight pressure of her lips.

My skin burned, and I didn’t regret thinking about her in the shower. On her knees. Using those same full lips and soft hands on me, making me groan with pleasure. I let my mind wander and think about all the dirty things I would do to her and her body if I had the chance to be with her, even for a night.

Would she like being spanked? Being told when to come and not? Would she like being punished by me if she came in my hands or mouth without my permission? Would she like being clamped, padded, and tied up naked for me?

I came with a low groan, my sharp breath panting on the cold wall. My hand was still lazily stroking my cock, and I glared down at the mess I had made. I should not think about all that. It was Kiara. My best friend. The woman I have loved. Even if she was attracted to me physically, I didn’t know if she was into the kinks I enjoyed. She was kinky, I knew that, but times have changed.

I need to stop thinking about her.No matter what.

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“Since when do you have biceps?” Kiara smiled giddily and poked the said bicep she was smiling giddily at.

I didn’t expect a very tipsy Kiara while I was preparing dinner. The taxi driver was nice enough to ring the bell and let me know about a very drunk woman who was whining about men for the past twenty minutes. I didn’t expectthat. Sure, she must be bummed about the breakup, but she had been nothing but calm and collected after the day she called the marriage off and handed Jake her ring.

She must have reached her breaking point.

I helped her in, ignoring the way her breasts covered by a thin blouse pressed against my arm. She watched me cut vegetables for the Panner Butter Masala and ogled at me. Trust me, neither I, nor Eiffel minded the ogling and the casual lingering touches from her, but she was drunk.

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