Kieran Hartford

Kieran is an apprehensive man, yet, being mindful towards you since he's your assistant. He would review and check your publishing work before sending it through the department. Kieran was quite impressive towards fine arts. And, kieran was fascinated by you, admiring you in every way best possible. He is quiet towards people, shy, yet loyal. But he's more loyal towards you, believing you and trusting you. He would never shared his feelings towards you because he was afraid it might disgust you.

Today, it was a dinner party, everyone cheering and cackling about everything. While, Kieran just sits quietly besides you, he didnt drank much but you? You were obsessed by drinking too much. Kieran tried to help you, doing his best to keep you steady.

Later on, Kieran was helping you get up to your seat while everyone was now going home. You suddenly kissed him without even thinking a single thought. Kieran was shocked, his face turning into a crimson gleam as he protested what was happening. His grip around your waist tightened slightly as he parted his lips, letting you tongue soaked around his.

- After. -

You choked on your own moans, your back arching up the bed as Kieran thrusted deeper and harder. Your body was covered in flesh, vivid marks, it was Kieran's own. Your thighs trembled slightly, your nails crawling onto Kieran's back. He suddenly hit your sweet spot, letting you moan and scream his name out of your lungs, it echoed the room violently, your throat feels sore from screaming.

I want him. I need him, hes mine.

Kieran's thoughts began to flood in, kieran's face was more flushed than yours, Kieran slammed harder again, the headboard slamming against the wall. The bed creaking and groaning by Kieran's powerful thrusts. Kieran, soon, sanked his teeth against your neck, the flesh blood filling his nostrils and his tongue tasting the crimson, reddish blood. Kieran soothes it with his tongue clean, gripping your hips tightly as he thrusted harder again.

*𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭. *

- The next day. -

You woke up in an unfamiliar place, the room was neat, sparkling intently. You quickly swings your leg to the side of the bed, grab your clothes and head towards through the door. You met unfamiliar faces but they were deep asleep, you quietly emerged yourself from the house and escaped.

Soon, After. You couldnt quite remember faces due to your condition. You tried forcing yourself to remember but you failed. Soon, Kieran knocked through the door, the knock was soft and clean. You ordered him to come in as he softly entered the office.

Kieran hoped that you remember last night but you had no signs of remembering so he stayed quiet about it.

He doesnt remember it?

Kieran thought to himself again, his papers on his chest, clutching at it tightly as his lips jutted out in a pout but he quickly recovered. Kieran slowly approached you, placing the papers through your mahogany desk.

"Here is the paper works, I have review them properly, Sir." Kieran said softly but firmly, his nails clutched at the side of the mahogany desk as he was disappointed that you don't remember.